Pampered Fei Brimming with Cuteness

As the most outstanding mage in the frontier, he does not care about the right and wrong between the enchanting and the emperor. It is the career he pursued throughout his life.

In the past 30 years, the demon and ghosts who lost their lives in his hands were eighty.

If you add this tonight, you will receive this kitten demon, just ninety-eight, one, he is also worthy of merit!

Thinking of this, Master Saran has been excited about the night of the demon-carrying action!

After telling the enchanting time, he left the Linghua Hall and went back to prepare.

When the Master of Saran left, the bell hesitated for a while before he asked: "If the empress is known to the emperor, will this relationship between Saran and us be implicated in us?"

The enchanting hears this, the slap in the backhand, hit the face of the bell, the delicate face, some distortions: "Mixed things, you don't say I don't say, how can the emperor know? Say, wait until the evening Saran After the mage receives the little enchanting, the emperor will fall in love with me. By then, I will be able to board the back position, and the mother will be in the world!"

The bell slammed his face, bowed his head and dared not speak, only to look at the arrogance of the enchanting laughter.

Her heart is constantly groaning, the emperor falls in love with you? Hehe - hehe!

——Duoer dividing line——

In the evening, on the full moon night, Master Saran opened the altar.

The location chosen is between the Taihegong and the cold palace, less than a kilometer of the central open space.

In the principle of surrendering the soul and praying for the country, many **** palace ladies in the palace are surrounded.

Just watching Long Yutian sitting on the dragon chair, holding the Tianrong princess in his arms, and a few harems on the side, they can only look far away, not afraid to approach.

Master Saran set up a table with chicken, duck, goose and dog pigs as tributes.

A broken copper rotten iron seems to be on the ancient sword, full of yellow ghost characters.

Several dancers had feathers on their heads, bells around their waists, and rags on their lower bodies, barefooted, and lingering in the open space.

The velvet was sitting in the arms of Long Yutian, like a juggling, curious eyes wide open, constantly waving two fat claws.

"Father, I have to go down and dance with them!"

Long Yutian rarely saw how happy Fuer was. Of course, she couldn’t bear the interest of Xiao Nizi. She patted her little **** and was about to take her to play in the middle.

At this time, suddenly, the sword of Saran's Master was pointing to the sky. Suddenly, the wind and the clouds in the low-pressure sky were like huge whirlpools, constantly tumbling up and gathering in the sky above the Taihe Palace and the Cold Palace.

Then, the harsh sound came from all directions, like drifting away from the distance, nothing but ethereal, but it really hit everyone's eardrum.

"The enchanting, not yet showing up -"

In the hand of Saran's Master, the sword slammed into the direction of the velvet, and saw the charm of the sword faintly fluorescent.

Seeing the magical charm on the sword swiftly whirls over the sky to cover the past.

suddenly--

A silver-white flutter flew from a distance and interrupted the sword in the hands of Master Saran.

The fast-moving charms, like the moments of fatigue, are instantly shattered by the fluorescent light and scattered on the ground.

The old man of the heavenly machine descended from the sky, and a Tibetan blue robe was embroidered. The Taiji gossip array was embroidered on the wide sleeve and appeared on the open space.