This time the protagonist doesn't obey, I quit

"Hahaha, maybe the Palace Mistress can't help thinking about men, are you right?"

"However, this matter has been confirmed. In Huangcheng, a notice to invite relatives has even been posted."

"Tsk tsk, this kind of treatment, if anyone becomes her man, it's not the same as the previous empress, who wants wind and rain."

"Let me tell you, there are more benefits than that. The Master of Tiangong is also pretty. She is 40 years old now, and she is as tender as a girl in her early twenties..."

In the tavern on the edge of the Tianluo Forest, several big men were drinking and speaking all kinds of vulgar words.

It seems that there is no so-called respect for Tiangong Palace Master at all.

After all, for these desperadoes who are licking blood at the edge of their swords, the Master of Tiangong is just a figure out of reach.

At another table, a young man with a stern expression drank tea and listened quietly.

Because of slaughtering monsters for many days, his body was filled with terrifying evil spirit, and the diners around him also carefully avoided this young man.

This person is Lin Chen.

Now, he finally walked out of the dark Tianluo Forest.

Polishing the jade pendant on his chest, Lin Chen pondered slightly.

"Boy, you must be careful in this world's Tiangong."

The voice of vicissitudes came from the jade pendant, but only Lin Chen could hear it.

Lin Chen nodded: "Yes."

"Back then, I was persecuted by these people! I was imprisoned at the bottom of Tianluo Lake!"

The vicissitudes of life can hardly suppress the anger.

Lin Chen looked indifferent.

This jade pendant is exactly the black dragon that I met in the lake!

It's just that the state of the soul has sneaked into the jade pendant, and the body is still left in Tianluo Lake.

Black dragon, delusional freedom.

And now Lin Chen also needs its power.

So, after one night, the two reached a contract.

Lin Chen took the jade pendant as a contract and brought out the soul of the black dragon.

Everyone in the tavern continued to discuss the topic of the Palace Master.

Dare to say any raunchy things, the more they speak, the more energetic they become, and they can't help but yell, they want to find the oiran!

"Speaking of which, do you know that the holy lady in Tiangong, tsk tsk, that appearance is absolutely stunning."

A warrior with bucktooth grinned proudly.

"Saint? Is there such a thing?"

Others also showed curiosity and surrounded them.

"Hey, you don't know yet."

The buck-toothed warrior smiled and said: "A while ago, I showed her face in Huangcheng, she looks so beautiful, I swear, I have never seen such a beautiful woman in my life, even more beautiful than the oiran Taohong of Yihonglou! "

"Just stepping on a horse and bragging, women are all like that, is it better than Fairy Mu of Qingyuan Pavilion?"

The other warriors showed disdain.

Baoya speaks righteously, and said with incomparable certainty: "At least equally, the appearance is definitely not inferior to Mu Qingyi!"

"What's the name of the saint, why haven't I heard of it before?"

The people around asked curiously.

The buck-tooth warrior scratched his head and said, "It seems to be called something, Shangguan Qianqian."

Lin Chen, who was tasting tea, stopped when he heard the name.

Chapter 449 The Imprisoned Husband

"What's the matter with recruiting relatives?"

Lin Chen came over and asked lightly.

The complexions of the few people who were talking changed, and their legs and feet were a little weak under Lin Chen's terrifying evil spirit.

The buck-tooth warrior's face was pale, and he faltered and said: "Yes, it is like this, the master of Tiangong, Murong Qinghong, wants to invite relatives, and the dowry is the source of wood spirits!"

Lin Chen frowned slightly.

Wood spirit origin?

He remembered that when he was in Hongtian Secret Realm, the light ball he refined seemed to be the origin of the wind spirit.

According to An Yi, as long as this thing is refined to form a spiritual source in the body, it can absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

From what he said, the spiritual source seemed to be something extraordinary.

"Don't think about it, you are the wind spirit vein yourself, and if you forcefully devour the wood spirit's origin, you will definitely die."

Yupei's vicissitudes of voice came to say.

Lin Chen nodded slightly after hearing this, looked at Baoya and said, "What's the matter with Shangguan Qianqian?"

"Shangguan Qianqian is the new saint of Tiangong!" Bucktooth warrior looked respectful.

Lin Chen thought for a while.

The Heavenly Palace Saintess they were talking about should be Shangguan Qianqian who came up together with them. Of course, the possibility of having the same name is not ruled out.

"Where is the location of Huangcheng?" Lin Chen asked.

Right now, not knowing what happened to Shangguan Qianqian's saint, Lin Chen decided to join her first.

Baoya got up quickly and said, "It's not far from here. Along the front, there is an official road. You can reach it by walking on the official road and heading east."

"Thank you."

Lin Chen thanked him aloud and prepared to leave.

After seeing it, the waiter hurriedly followed and stammered: "Guest officer, you haven't paid me yet."

Lin Chen: "..."

He just came out of Tianluo Forest, how could he have any money.

"Can this be paid off?"

Lin Chen took out a fourth-level spiritual core and asked.

The moment the fourth-level spirit core emerged, the entire tavern fell silent.

Level [-] spirit core!

This guy is covered in blood, so he must have killed him!

In an instant, Lin Chen, who was already cold, became a little more dangerous in the eyes of the diners.

The waiter in the shop stuttered, and said with difficulty: "Yes, I can, it's just too, too many, I can't find a small shop..."

"The rest is up to you."

Lin Chen was too lazy to ink, and left directly.

The waiter was stunned for a long time, but when he came back to his senses, his eyes became hot.

"Fuck, I'm rich, hahaha, I want to sell this tavern! I want to be the shopkeeper, I want Sun Taohong!"

……

Heavenly Palace.

In the underground prison.

Wearing a light gauze, Murong Qinghong walked down the bluestone steps slowly, carrying a palace lantern.

Behind, followed by Shangguan Qianqian who was also dressed.

However, at this time, Shangguan Qianqian's beautiful eyes were a little hollow, without any expression, and she followed like a puppet on a string.

The underground stone steps are very lengthy.

It was dark in the distance, and there was the sound of ticking water, falling into the rocks.

Murong Qinghong stretched out her jade hand and broke a stone pillar on the rock.

Kaka!

The stone door opened slowly.

On both sides, one after another torches ignited by themselves.

Murong Qinghong put down the palace lantern and walked over slowly.

In the depths of the dungeon, there is a man with disheveled hair and muscular body. He is covered in scars and exudes an unpleasant smell.

There is a chain on each of his hands and feet, which binds him, and the whole person sits cross-legged on the ground, as if dead and motionless.

"Husband, I'm here to see you."

The corner of Murong Qinghong's mouth curled up into a smile, and said softly.

If this sentence is spread to the outside world, it will definitely cause an uproar!

Because Murong Qinghong's husband, the previous Palace Master of Tiangong, Xing Yunjun, had died suddenly 20 years ago.

No one expected that Xing Yunjun was still alive!

The bound Xing Yunjun did not look like a living person.

Imprisoned in this dark dungeon for 20 years, he has lost many of the basic human viability.

Looking at the still Xing Yunjun, Murong Qinghong leaned over, scrutinized his appearance with beautiful eyes, and gently touched his face with her delicate hands.

Suddenly, the sleeping Xing Yunjun opened his blood-red eyes and woke up.

The moment he saw Murong Qinghong, he fell into a manic state, struggling to get up, intending to tear her apart.

The long, narrow and heavy iron locks rattled.

"Roar! Roar!"

Xing Yunjun couldn't speak, he could only roar like a wild animal.

Murong Qinghong showed an icy look, and said leisurely: "He still has sanity, it seems that Wuxian's medicine is nothing more than that!"

While speaking, she stepped forward and took out a piece of talisman paper, and gently pasted it on Xing Yunjun's forehead.

In an instant, Xing Yunjun became much quieter, but his blood-red eyes were still angry when looking at Murong Qinghong.

"Hey, let me tell you some good news, I'm getting married."

Murong Qinghong said with a smile like a flower.

Xing Yunjun's eyes were dull and he didn't respond.

"Tell me about you. Honestly, how did we, husband and wife, come to be in this situation?"

Murong Qinghong showed indifference, looking at her husband who was no longer human, with a mocking expression.

"You devoted your heart and soul to that Shangguan Youyun, and you were willing to give everything, but what did you get? Didn't expect that Shangguan Youyun would choose an unknown wild boy to elope in the end."

Speaking of this, Murong Qinghong's eyes became extremely hateful.

She was once the first daughter of the first family of Xianmen, the Murong family!

He and Xing Yunjun, the young master of Tiangong, are a match made in heaven.

Unexpectedly, Xing Yunjun has been chasing Shangguan Youyun, the master of the Qingyuan Pavilion, and is extremely indifferent to her, the wife who is married by a bright matchmaker.

She is the first daughter of the Murong family, how could she bear this grievance willingly.

Twenty years ago, Xing Yunjun was infatuated with Shangguan Youyun, even to the point of madness.

After learning that Shangguan Youyun had secretly decided to conceive with that wild boy named Cheng Yuanfeng, he fell into madness.

Even made it, dispatching Tiangong warriors to slaughter Yuqizong!