Fast Traveling Cannon Fodder: Blackened Male God's Favorite

Chapter 141: The Palace Master's Unbridled Flirting (8)

When An Ning raised her eyes, she unexpectedly caught the worry in the young man's eyes, which was slight but could be felt.

He pursed his lips, his black pupils were filled with a light ice blue, which was very beautiful.

An Ning glared imposingly, "Don't move!"

The boy drooped his head, obediently, his eyes locked on her thin cloak.

"I'm fine." An Ning guessed something, and her voice softened slightly, "It's not cold." I don't know if she said it to the boy, or to comfort herself, it was somewhat reluctant.

She is so cold!An Ning adjusted her clothes again, and continued to apply medicine to the little mute.

An Ning is very serious, not letting go of any small wounds.

Those medicines were so effective that they quickly clotted the blood.

Suddenly, the young man seemed to notice something, his eyes darkened, his expression turned cold, and the iron chains all over his body began to vibrate violently.

An Ning tentatively comforted him, but it didn't work much, and then patted his head again, and he seemed to move even more.

The wound began to ooze blood again, An Ning said coldly, "If you touch me again, I will be angry!"

Sure enough, the boy didn't move, but there was a faint hurt and grievance in his eyes, as if he had been misunderstood.

An Ning waited for a while, and finally heard footsteps, getting closer and closer to the dungeon.

Many people came!
Her intuition told her that it was Xuan Xieyu, and the visitor was very unkind.

As a saint, honor and risk always coexist, maybe it's time for a tough fight.

An Ning raised his eyes slightly, squeezed a pill, put his hand on the boy's cheek, and asked with a smile on his lips, "Little dumb, do you still dare to take it?"

Once bitten by a snake for ten years and afraid of well ropes, the poison she gave the little mute should be enough for him to have lingering fears.

An Ning was just asking, she didn't intend to get a result, she would use force when necessary.

The young man was silent, and her sly eyes were clearly reflected in his bright black pupils.

An Ning tore off her veil, and there was an alluring smile on her pale face, faint and faint, like a delicate jade, extremely beautiful, but fragile and fragile.

"What if I feed you?" An Ning raised the corners of her lips, whispering as if bewitching.

The young man remained silent, suddenly lowered his head, opened his lips slightly, and swallowed the pill she was holding with her fingertips.

The thin lips touched her fingertips, the boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes slightly raised, and he looked at her again.

Facing the still clear and clean eyes of the young man, An Ning was stunned.

It wasn't until he swallowed the pill completely that An Ning smiled with satisfaction, bent his fingers, and gently outlined the line of his lips, "Very well, remember to do your best to do what you want to do the most, the chance I gave you ..."

"The elders have all seen that the saintess really has a lot to do with the person who assassinated me." Xuan Xieyu's voice came from behind him coldly.

Hearing this, An Ning didn't refute immediately, but put on her veil slowly and turned around slowly.

There are all the powerful people in Jingshang Palace, so she doesn't have to work hard to gather them, which is great.

The toxin on Xuan Xieyu's face had been cleared, but his complexion was not much better, the arm wrapped in the red robe trembled slightly, blood spilled from the fingertips, and merged with the bright red on the sleeve.

"It turns out that the palace lord was also seriously injured." An Ning smiled lightly, "I think the battle was really fierce last night, and the palace lord had a hard time coping with it."

Hearing this, Xuan Xieyu's expression became even worse, and Yaozhi's phoenix eyes were filled with anger, "It is indeed an indisputable fact that the saint sent someone to assassinate me last night."

An Ning slowly walked towards Xuan Xieyu and asked with a chuckle, "Is this all the result of the palace master's trial?"

"What can a dumb person do?" Xuan Xieyu became even more angry.

An Ning seemed to realize it, nodded and said, "It turned out that the Palace Master planned to beat him up."

Xuan Xieyu: "Facts speak louder than words! Today the elders and guardians are here, what should the saint do?"

An Ning paused, and stopped in front of Xuan Xieyu. An Ning asked suspiciously, "Dare to ask the Palace Master, how can I drive someone who can kill the Palace Master?"

"Who doesn't know, the saintess is so good at using poison, it shouldn't be too simple to let a top master lose his voice and use it for you." Xuan Xieyu said sinisterly.

"Oh, it turns out that I am such a powerful saint. Not only did I have a top expert who fought for me, but I almost killed the Palace Master. Why not..." An Ning turned around, narrowed her eyes, and smiled, "The Palace Master abdicated and let Xian ?”

"Su concubine, you—" Before Xuan Xieyu finished speaking, the elders said impatiently, "Saints are not allowed. Jingshang Palace has always had women as saints and men as palace masters. The rules cannot be broken!"

"Elder, worry too much. Since I was a child, I have known the rules of Jingshang Palace. Jingshang Palace is my home. How can I bear to abandon it? When Dad was here, I retreated all the year round just for Jingshang Palace. If I really If you act so boldly, how will you face your father under Jiuquan after a hundred years?"

An Ning raised her eyes, looked at Xuan Xieyu coldly, and said in a somewhat aggressive tone, "It's just that the Palace Master is greedy for Shui Linglong, the daughter of the so-called upright leader, and imprisoned her here, but he couldn't bear to kill her. Injustice. I also want to ask, what should the Palace Mistress do?!"

"Presumptuous!" The person who came to ask the crime was asked the crime in turn, Xuan Xieyu couldn't bear it, the sleeves were rolled up, the skirt fluttered, and it was bright red.

A sharp and ruthless palm blows towards his face, carrying a man's monstrous anger and bloodthirsty killing intent.

An Ning couldn't dodge, so he could only deal with it head-on. Even if he was seriously injured, he had to take the opportunity to join his army!
Sha-

The nearly transparent ice sword came from nowhere, piercing Xuan Xie Yu's palm.

The ice sword rushed towards Xuan Xie Yu as if alive, like the wind like a shadow, it cut through Xuan Xie Yu's sleeve in a silent place, and brought out drops of blood...

boom!The ice sword sank into the ground and stood in front of her.

An Ning glanced at Bing Jian, who seemed to be doing things in a low-key manner, and was a little speechless: Well, the sword seems to be protecting her.

Xuan Xieyu and An Ning looked at the boy who was still hanging almost at the same time——

Xuan Xieyu snorted coldly, "Oh, do you still deny it?"

An Ning shook her head, smiled without fear, "No, I don't deny it."

"Since the saint has pleaded guilty, I will kill you today, as an example to others!" Xuan Xieyu's phoenix eyes were like fire, murderous, with the coercion and nobility of a superior.

The chain sword came out of its sheath, approaching An Ning, killing her in an instant.

A faint light flashed, and the shadow of the sword was heavy, and it was hard to tell.

Dang——, the ice sword blocked the chain sword, and touched Xuan Xieyu's throat, the sword energy was like an ice blade.

A tall and tall young man, his clothes were stained with blood, and he was extremely arrogant. There was an indifference in his dark eyes that was hard to ignore.

Isn't it hanging?Isn't it the lute bone?What is the rhythm of killing the Palace Master in seconds?It's creepy, okay?Everyone was shocked, stunned, and speechless.

The young man turned his eyes to a certain place, his thin lips parted slightly, and said lightly, "Qian Lin."

The voice is a bit stiff and hoarse, probably because of the infrequent opening of the mouth, but it doesn't affect its sweetness in the slightest.

(End of this chapter)