Male God Please Lie Down

"Come in!"

She said in a deep voice.

The door of the palace opened, and a court lady walked in rolling in.

"Princess, that Long Aotian is here."

As soon as her words fell, Song Qingming saw Long Ao weather propagating coming in.

Behind him, Xibi and Yue'er followed.

Xibi hasn't seen her for many days, and she is more than Huajiao, and there is a touch of amorous feeling between her eyebrows.

In contrast, Yue'er looked quite old, and she didn't see much before, but at this time, it was even more ugly compared with Xibi.

Her eyes were red, and it was obvious that she had just cried bitterly.

"Bitch, I'm here to take your dog's life."

Long Aotian was wearing a black cloth robe, holding a golden dragon-patterned sword in his hand, and his face was so upright that he did not look like the bereaved dog before.

Of course, even when Long Aotian was against the trend, he was not surprised by honor or disgrace.

But when he said this sentence, he could see the difference between Song Qingming.

He has already cultivated immortality, and the master has passed him all the necessary cultivation skills. He came to Song Qingming to trouble him, but Song Qingming looked unpredictable.

Song Qingming looked at Long Aotian astonished.

The male lead is indeed the male lead, and I don’t know what adventure he has had, but he can only have this kind of cultivation in space, more than 30 days, which is equivalent to more than 30 years.

And he, in just over thirty days, was already the foundation of his cultivation, and he was only slightly lower than himself.

Although I was surprised, Song Qingming didn't show it on his face. If you lose, don't you lose?

She picked up the coat on the bed and put it on her body during the leap. She stood there, looking at Long Aotian with cold eyebrows.

Long Aotian was holding the sword in his hand, but the confusion in his eyes increased unabated.

"You demon girl, don't know what demon technique was used."

Looking at her cultivation base, Long Aotian sneered coldly, holding the sword, and swung it towards Song Qingming.

Song Qingming dodged easily. She looked at the sword in Long Aotian's hand. The golden dragon on it seemed to be real, and every time he swung it out, there would be a dragon chant.

This kind of dragon roar made Song Qingming's heart very uncomfortable, she held back her uncomfortable heart hard, and fought back.

Gradually she shielded Long Aotian's dragon chants, and she started more and more fiercely, with golden light blades flying towards Long Aotian.

The robes on Long Aotian's body were a little cut off, and he also looked embarrassed.

"Aotian..."

"The princess is forgiving!"

Seeing that Long Aotian was wrong, Xibi and Yue'er both knelt to the ground, Guiwailang howled.

It's more miserable than once.

Song Qingming heard these ridiculous begging for mercy, and still turned the killer towards Long Ao World. If he was in the inferior side, they would definitely have a high-pitched face again.

"puff-"

The difference in cultivation base, even with the sword guard, Long Aotian still couldn't compare, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Snapped-"

With another palm, Long Aotian was beaten by Song Qingming to the outside of the hall.

"Aotian..."

"Brother Aotian..."

The two daughters, Xibi and Yue'er, flew up and hugged them.

Long Aotian originally wanted to insist on doing it, and the two women pressed them very hard, and Long Aotian really fainted because of the lack of face.

"Aotian, Aotian..."

The two women, who were crying and grabbing the earth again, were beating their chests in Long Aotian.