Douluo: I became the white moonlight

Bibi Dong's beautiful face was slightly restrained, as if she was shying away, and said:

"Well, I see."

The moment he turned around, the pope's eyes became gloomy again, as if dark clouds had obscured the sun and the stars had dimmed.Such a changeable woman, charming yet so dangerous.

She has a charming appearance, but this has never been her reliance.

"and many more."

The Pope turned around and looked at the large offering in confusion.

Qian Daoliu paused and asked, "Are you injured?"

Bibi Dong said softly with thin lips: "Yes. That assassin is very strong, at least between level 96 and 97. After the assassination failed, she was injured by me."

"Assassin..." Qian Daoliu smiled coldly and said meaningfully: "It seems that this era will not be peaceful anymore."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly and said, "This is one of the reasons why I want to win over the Hidden World Family."

"Well, you go."

……Dividing line…….

Bounty Pavilion, Headquarters.

With the support of the fortune teller, Yue Luo walked into a small room.This room is dark and unforgiving, with only some light candlelight.

The decoration of the room is relatively simple, except for a mirror and toiletries, and only a bed.

It is such a scary and dark room that no man wants to live in, but this is the room where Yueluo Liuxiang lives.It is unimaginable that the black eagle flying in the sky would break its own wings on its own initiative.

After helping Yue Luo sit on the bed, the fortune teller spoke. Under the half golden mask, there was endless regret and unwillingness.

"King, I told you not to go!"

Yueluo Liuxiang ignored his complaints and just said softly: "Go and get the medicine box for me. I need to treat the wound."

"Oh, my God. My respected king, have you lost your mind?" the fortune teller asked excitedly while making exaggerated movements.

"go."

A few minutes later, the fortune teller brought the medicine box and looked at Yueluo with a faint look.

Yue Luo raised her left hand, and then used her right hand to tear off her sleeve. After a "tear" sound, half of her jade arm was exposed.

Her skin was as exquisite and smooth as a hibiscus, as if it could be broken by a blow, or like a person with a thirsty tongue who saw the ice cream and wanted to take a bite.

However, there is a hideous wound in the center of the slender lotus root. If you look closely, you will see that it is a big hole and it is still oozing blood.

The fortune teller turned his face slightly, unwilling to look.

Such a perfect art was so casually destroyed by the Pope of Wuhun Palace, that woman who didn't understand art.

Yue Luo seemed to be looking at a dead object, as if she couldn't feel any pain, and this arm didn't belong to her.

"Fortunately, it's not poisonous."

"King, let me help you." The fortune teller said helplessly.

"it is good."

It didn't take long for the fortune teller to bandage Yueluo Liuxiang's wound, because for people like them, this kind of thing is commonplace and they are very skilled at it.

It's just that he has never seen his king in such a mess.

Yueluo looked at the fortune teller and said:

"Are you distressed?"

The fortune teller nodded, "Yes."

Yue Luo smiled slightly and then said, "Then do you think she will feel distressed?"

"Oh, my God. Dear King, do you really like that woman? In my opinion, she is not worthy." The fortune teller said regretfully.

"You do not understand."

"Then I never want to understand. King, have you forgotten? You are my king, the king of the Bounty Pavilion. In the past, we had whatever we wanted," the fortune teller said.

Yueluo gently closed her eyes and recalled:

"Yes, you can have whatever you want. This kind of life is very good and satisfying. Do you want to remind me not to do meaningless things again?"

The fortune teller nodded vigorously and said with a smile:

"Yes, as long as Wang gives up that woman, we can go back to our old lives. It was you who gave me and Xuezhong Yingluo life. It was you who gave us a new life. We will never betray you in our lives."

Yue Luo's face looked a little sad, and she just heard her say:

"Fortune Master, are you really willing to be a killer your whole life? I thought you would be tired."

The fortune teller's eyes froze, and the words he was about to say were stuck in his throat.

Yue Luo pursed her lips again, parted her white teeth slightly, and asked:

"What else do you want besides art?"

"I have no idea."

……Dividing line…….

It is night, full of stars.

A shooting star streaked across, and the stars all over the sky became excited. They were jumping for joy and cheering.

"Do you think it's really useful to wish upon a shooting star?"

Xue Qinghe looked at the starry sky with a smile on his face, and beside him stood a maid.

The maid lowered her head and replied: "Your Highness, I heard from others that it seems to be useful. Your Highness, why not give it a try? What if it really works?"

Xue Qinghe suppressed a smile, shook his head and said melancholy:

"Unfortunately, the meteor has disappeared."

After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving the maid alone and unable to find Bei.In her impression, His Highness the Crown Prince was a very good person with a noble status, and he was also the dream object of countless women.

It turns out that such a noble prince will also have troubles.

The next day, at the gate of the Prince's Mansion.

Xue Qinghe was sitting in the carriage, accompanied by a group of about ten people, all with knives hanging on their waists and wearing uniform black scale clothes. His eyes were as calm as water, and his temperament was like an iceberg.

These are the guards of the Prince's Mansion, and they are also the Dark Feather Guards trained by Xue Qinghe himself. There are 18 in total. Except for the captain, everyone is a soul master.These are the people who belong to the prince himself, that is: private soldiers.

However, due to the small number, his emperor "dad" didn't doubt him very much. A lot of power was in the hands of the prince, so nothing happened.

"Let's go to Soto City."

"As ordered."

The leader of the Dark Feather Guard is a middle-aged man in his 50s with an ordinary face named Fang Ping.

Under his arrangement, the group set off.

At the same time, Shrek Academy.

Mr. Yu started to bounce around again. I don't know if his prayers had an effect or if God opened his eyes.

With Nangong Mingyue and Tang San by his side, he really got better.

The first thing he did when he got out of bed was that he summoned the Shrek Seven Devils, as if he was going to take a strong dose of medicine.

"Master, are you... okay?" Ma Hongjun asked angrily.

Mr. Yu pinched the walnuts and said calmly:

"It's okay now, maybe because Miss Nangong took good care of me. But if I have a chance in the future, I will still go to the master to check."

"You!" Ma Hongjun's expression suddenly changed.

"Okay, I called you here today because I have formulated a new training plan for you." Mr. Yu stood with his hands behind his hands, while not forgetting to squeeze the walnuts and said:

"I can tell that if it's just some ordinary training, the improvement and help to you should be minimal. So, you are monsters, so naturally you have monster training methods."

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