Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

   Chapter 51 Good luck to King Linhai

  It is the so-called beauty under the lamp, the more you look, the more beautiful you are.

  When Cheng Ling was pushed to the front, Qing Lingling's eyes lifted up, just in line with the eyes of King Linhai, at this moment, King Linhai's expression was intoxicated.

   King Linhai looked at Cheng Ling with a novel look that was like inspecting a magnificent gem.

   Little did he know, Cheng Ling was actually observing him at the same time.

Danger!

   This was Cheng Ling's first feeling when she saw the Queen Linhai.

  The intuition of the master is keen, not to mention that the King of the Sea did not deliberately hide it.

   He was born with an extraordinarily tall stature, with a sturdy body and powerful eyes. Although his demeanor seemed greasy and wretched to Cheng Ling, it couldn't hide the dangerous aura emanating from him.

  Cheng Ling had some realization at this moment: King Linhai was so cruel, and his military methods did not seem to be very good, so how did he deter his subordinates and make them follow them loyally?

   Now it seems that the identity of Tianhuang Guizhou may not be fundamental, and the more important reason may lie in King Linhai himself: he must be a master!

   is the strongest expert Cheng Ling has ever encountered so far. Compared with Lu Xing, who was once killed by Xiao Man, King Linhai may be even stronger.

  This is terrifying. If Cheng Ling wanted to kill such a strong man, even if he pretended to be a military trick and assassinated him unexpectedly, it would be difficult.

How to do?

In reality, there was not much time for Cheng Ling to think about it. King Linhai walked over from the middle of the military tent, stretched out a hand and directly grabbed Cheng Ling's arm, laughing loudly: "It's beautiful! Not bad, Maren. Maren, you have been blind for a long time, and your eye disease is finally healed."

   said, he pulled Cheng Ling and hugged him into his arms.

   A fishy smell mixed with the smell of alcohol hit his face, Cheng Ling didn't resist, just put his hand on his chest, raised his head slightly, and looked at King Linhai with her exceptionally clear eyes.

  Cheng Ling's temperament is very special, not only the quiet and quaintness infiltrated by the traditional Chinese martial arts culture, but also naturally full of a kind of sharpness that comes with martial arts practitioners.

   She didn't hide it, or pretended to be weak. When her eyes were so focused on a person, she really had a cold light like ink green, mysterious and magnificent, and it was fascinating to explore.

  Linhai King looked at her, and was a little stunned. He hugged the person and walked to the main seat in the middle of the tent. As he walked, he asked with a smile, "You're not afraid of the Lone King, why?"

   How about saying that curiosity killed the cat, and that the villain died of talking too much?

  Linhai Wang's question seemed to open up a certain opportunity. Cheng Ling's heart suddenly relaxed slightly. She had an idea and said, "Because I don't want to die."

   When she spoke, her tone was still calm, with a kind of icy thoroughness.

   King Linhai probably rarely sees a woman like her. When he became more interested, he laughed again, and said in an almost teasing tone: "You don't want to die, so why don't you bend over quickly to please the lonely king?"

  Cheng Ling leaned on King Linhai and looked at other situations in the account with his eyes.

  This main tent is very large, roughly sweeping it, Cheng Ling judged that the space inside it is at least 200 square meters.

  In the tent, there are musicians playing the zither, playing the sheng, and playing the silk and bamboo.

   They sat on both sides of the big tent and played to themselves. No matter what the scene was in the tent, they didn't lift their heads, but rather like background tools without emotion.

  There is a large cauldron in the tent, and a strong aroma of meat emanates from the cauldron. There is a low table around it, and the table is full of wine barons and all kinds of meat.

  A lot of generals in heavy armor, still knelt behind these low tables—

   Of course, the kneeling posture of these people is not necessarily standard. Many of them have already drunk to the point of flushing and sitting staggered.

   When King Linhai walked through these people with Cheng Ling in his arms, some cloudy eyes with alcohol smell came over.

   Some people clapped their legs and applauded: "Beauty, she really is a beauty, Your Majesty is so beautiful!"

   King Linhai laughed loudly and said, "Today, this kind of bliss will be rewarded with all the officers and men!"

Just laughing, he turned his head and looked at Cheng Ling with piercing eyes: "Beauty, please serve the Lone King, or the Lone King will take off your clothes and ask the whole army to come and reward you with your beauty! How good is that? Ha? Ha ha!"

   After he finished speaking, he laughed again.

   King Linhai loves to laugh very much, but his smile is not sunny and kind, but terrifying, cold and cruel!

He was waiting to appreciate Cheng Ling's pale appearance, but Cheng Ling felt his pulse a little bit. At this time, he suppressed the anger in his heart, his face was still calm, and he only said: "If you have served you well, will your Majesty be? Can you keep me alive and decent?"

   She looked at King Linhai with clear eyes, and she seemed to be looking forward to something else.

  Linhai Wang said: "Being alive and decent, do you just want this?"

  Cheng Ling said: "I still want to stay by the king's side, and I want a name, is this okay?" After saying this, she finally showed a slight smile on her face.

  This smile is subtle, but there is still a hint of amazing charm. There is ambition and strength in this charming color, which can directly hit people's souls.

  Sometimes, top beauty, it is indeed a very powerful weapon.

King Linhai stretched out a hand and touched Cheng Ling's cheek obsessively. Cheng Ling tilted his head slightly, raised his eyes slantingly, and said, "Your Majesty, it's boring to go straight. Drink some wine at the slave's house. , how about being brave?"

   King Linhai withdrew his hand and said with great interest, "Oh, you want to drink, what are you going to do after drinking?"

  Cheng Ling said gently, with a smile, and seemed to be cold and clear: "Then it depends on how drunk the slaves are after drinking, and how far they dare to do it."

   Her voice is also very pleasant. After all, she was someone who could take over dubbing tasks everywhere to earn extra money in her previous life.

  The voice actors are all monsters, what kind of voice can't they make when they want to?

  Cheng Ling's voice seemed to contain 100,000 hooks. She gently lowered the hook, stood up slightly and sat up from King Linhai's arms, and took a wine glass from the table lightly.

   There is only one wine glass on this table, which must be the one that King Linhai drank.

  Cheng Ling held the orchid finger, picked up the wine glass, put the bronze wine bar to his lips, and took a sip.

   There was a fire in her heart, and the fire grew stronger and stronger, but her movements became more gentle.

   seems to be infinitely lingering. When Cheng Ling drank the wine, King Linhai looked at her throat that was slightly sliding because of swallowing, and couldn't help but swallow.

  Cheng Ling brought the wine glass to King Linhai's lips again, and said with a smile, "How about a sip of the king too?"

  Why drink alcohol to King Linhai?

  Because the moment he sent the wine glass, Cheng Ling had quietly put a little cephalosporin powder in the wine glass with the help of his fingers.

  The cephalosporin paired with wine will last forever. I wish Linhaiwang good luck.

   (end of this chapter)