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It was late at night, and the old-faced Steward Wang stood upright outside the confinement room door, with an indescribably strange and depressed expression.

Rao has dealt with Zhang Qinglan more than once in the past two years, but every time he sees the other party wearing a beautiful skin, what he does is full of spineless things... Wang Steward, who has always had an upright temper, always It will be like being choked by a steamed bun while eating, and a mouthful of old blood will stagnate in my heart, neither coughing nor swallowing.

The housekeeper was one of Ao Zhan's personal servants when he was in the East China Sea, and he was the first confidant to follow Ao Zhan ashore. He is a turtle with a long life span. It is not an exaggeration to say that he watched the Dragon King grow up from a young age.

Lord Dragon King has a higher status in Wang Steward's heart than parent and child. He has been managing life by Ao Zhan's side for a hundred years, and his loyalty to the king and love for blood relatives have long been engraved in Wang Steward's heart.

So how much he cares about Ao Zhan depends on how displeased Zhang Qinglan is.

Those who are not of my race must have a different heart... The upright and stubborn Steward Wang strongly opposed Ao Zhan's putting the mortal monk in the mansion. Five is about to make some trivial incidents.

No, a few days ago, two pearl oyster spirits who had just entered the mansion just came to him and complained, saying that the seaweed in the meal was changed by the young man.

Across a thin layer of carved door panels, figures are faintly revealed from behind the tulle pasted on the door.

Steward Wang stared at the young man's back, lost his mind for a while, and finally stroked his gray beard, turned around and walked towards the study——No matter how you say it, you won't be angry with the young man, but Steward Wang still wants to turn everything to Ao Zhan truthfully reported.

Sitting in the middle of the room surrounded by runes, Zhang Qinglan heard the sound of the butler's footsteps gradually moving away, and thoughtfully withdrew her eyes from the flower window.

The length of the spirit-binding locks at the wrists and ankles is fixed, and the ends are smelted into the stone bricks on the ground. Although it is enough to allow the bound person to move around in the room, it is only limited to an extremely narrow space, and even The doors and windows cannot be touched.

The material of the Binding Lock is special, like stone and jade. Although the name has "lock", its appearance is more similar to a few woven flexible silk threads.As the youth's movements collided with each other, there were several tense whispers.

There is only one stone bed in this forbidden room. The bed is located in the center of the room, and the place is three steps higher than the ordinary ground.There are layers of gauze curtains set up on the dome, and the curtains hang down and spread around.

Standing up slowly, Zhang Qinglan looked around, then raised her hand and opened the silver gauze curtain, bare//bare feet, walked towards the bluestone wall engraved with dense runes.

The function of the binding spirit lock is just like its name, it is a magic weapon specially used to restrict the use of spiritual power by monks and monsters.The effect is not obvious on weekdays, and only when it is bound to a living being will it begin to show its effect.

The stronger the monk's spiritual power, the more obvious the effect of the spirit-binding lock.Not only can it completely suppress the mana of the monks, making them no different from ordinary people, but it can also turn suppression into absorption when the monks forcibly use their spiritual power, and directly use those unarmed offensives for their own use, and even backfire .

Feeling the coldness of the binding spirit lock at the wrist bone, Zhang Qinglan was not afraid.

After all, compared with those powerful geniuses, his little cultivation base is simply a drop in the ocean... It's pitifully small.To be honest, Ao Zhan used this kind of thing to deal with him, which is considered worthy.

After all, this is not the first time he was brought in by the capricious Lord Dragon King. Zhang Qinglan was familiar with the way, and soon walked along the stone steps to a corner with piled gauze tents.

Gently brushing off the silver-white gauze covering it, Zhang Qinglan squatted down//to find a fist-sized stone with a crack between it and the bluestone brick next to it. Dark masonry was pried up from the ground.

Thanks to Ao Zhan not being too lazy to take off his clothes, the young man picked up a half-inch-long jade piccolo from between the layers of the coarse linen on his body.

The piccolo was transparent in jade color, lying quietly between the young man's palms, the three round holes on the body of the flute were edged with soft gold, and a delicate and small bamboo leaf was carved on the tail.

The young man leaned against the corner of the wall, and brought the piccolo to his lips—the jade flute was silent, but with Zhang Qinglan's movements, there were faint blue lights all over his body.

The originally shiny and flat jade surface also showed strange entangled lines with the flash of light. The faint blue light reflected the pupils of the young man, which made the usually clear and noble face reveal a little Bewitching.

Soon, the utility of the jade flute was manifested.

I saw that the corner of the wall was originally just a small pile of gravel gradually shaking out of the loose stones, and a depression appeared in the young man's sight bit by bit.

The mound of soil kept shaking, it piled up more and more, and the depression became bigger and bigger, as if some living things were digging underneath.

Not long after, a hole the size of a grown man's fist appeared in the corner of the wall.

I saw a pair of small claws scratching around the hole first, and the pink and tender claw tips were covered with a thin layer of milky white nails with golden brilliance.Then, a round fluffy ball came out all at once.

The little thing resembled a mouse, and was covered in snow white, with a few strands of golden and gray hair mixed in, forming a small Eight Diagrams Tai Chi diagram on its back.The two small semicircular ears are stuck on the head, responding to the surrounding noises, moving tremblingly, it is really flexible and playful.

The four claws looked soft and harmless, but they were able to scratch the black brick covered with spells in the forbidden room.A short, round tail dragged fluffily behind it, brushing against the dust on the ground, making a rustling sound.

Zhang Qinglan stretched out her hand, held the fluffy dumpling in the palm of her right hand, and looked at the pair of amber-like clear and quiet little bean eyes for a moment.

The young man first stretched out his hand and stroked the dumpling's back lightly, then put the fluffy dumpling on the spirit-binding lock tied to his wrist, moved his thin lips lightly, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

When Tuanzi heard Zhang Qinglan's words, his round ears moved sensitively, and then he nodded seriously, his front paws hugged the silk-like blood-red spirit binding lock, and he turned his head to "owoo" , the white jade-like die bit the spirit-binding lock.

I saw that the originally blood-colored spirit-bound lock suddenly burst into spiritual power, and it was like a leaking balloon overflowing with spiritual energy, and there was a sound of silk thread being snapped from the mouth of the plush dumpling.

Zhang Qinglan leaned against the cold blue brick wall with her back, and her wrists felt faintly hot as the spirit binding lock was bitten.

Ruantuanzi is very fast, as if he was born to restrain the spirit-binding lock. The gossip and Taiji diagram behind him is flickering, and it emits layers of dazzling golden light. Two small paws are holding the blood-colored silk thread, chewing happily one by one. .

In less than half a stick of incense, Zhang Qinglan's bound spirit locks were "eaten" by the fluffy balls, leaving only the ends connected to the blue brick floor floating on the floor , looking weak and severely injured.

The size of the soft dumpling has doubled from the size of half a palm at the beginning. It is soft, fluffy, round, nestled in Zhang Qinglan's palm, motionless.

Seeing this, the young man's phoenix eyes were stained with smiles.Somewhat viciously, he stretched out the tip of his index finger and poked the mouse's belly lightly. He didn't know if it was an auditory hallucination, but a small belch sounded in the forbidden room.

Plush Tuanzi has a docile temper, and didn't respond to being poked a few times. Instead, it stretched out a pair of short and fat little paws, and gently hugged Zhang Qinglan's fingers.

Feeling the faint warmth from the fingertips, the expression on the young man's face was soft.

Zhang Qinglan stood up, and once again felt the joy of the spiritual energy traveling between the veins.Then he picked up the little thing, stuffed it into the inner pocket of his jacket, walked to the door of the forbidden room in three or two steps, and quietly opened the door.

Perhaps because he was too confident in the power of the Spirit Binding Lock, the confinement room in the Dragon King's Mansion did not have any more traps. Except for the spirit weapon, there was no more protection in the room, which was no different from a normal room.

Zhang Qinglan released the shackles of the spirit-binding lock, and quickly opened the ordinary door lock outside, which was almost a breeze, and slipped out in a blink of an eye.

The night was getting dark, and the cold night lamps blown the young man's long black hair, and they flew up in strands.

Looking back at the floor lotus lantern that was still burning silently, the young man left the forbidden room along a hidden path with bare feet without stopping.

The candle flames danced in the lotus wick, emitting a dim orange light, quietly witnessing all this.

Putting a warm little thing on his chest, the young man raised his hand unnaturally, covering the soft dumpling from the too cold night wind.

The rough stones and broken tiles on the ground were really rough, Zhang Qinglan first went back to her small courtyard, put on a pair of straw sandals, ignored the little blood stains on the soles of her feet, hurried out, and walked towards the Dragon King's Mansion.

But he was halfway along the road, and he was about to approach the side door that Zhang Qinglan had used a spell to unlock the restriction, but the young man's progress was interrupted by a group of people.

I saw three or five servant-like lobster spirits walking in front of the team with a beige bamboo lantern in their hands.In the middle are two carp spirits with extraordinary looks and light clothes.

The last one is the merman who is in charge of coordinating the daily expenses and living arrangements of the Dragon King Palace. He is holding an exquisite and beautiful sandalwood box in his hand. The box is half open. Inside is a night pearl emitting a faint brilliance under the moonlight.

The road near the side gate is rarely known by servants, but it is the closest road to Ao Zhan's study.

The group of people was mighty, and the faces of the two carp spirits with heavy makeup and light makeup in the middle were still rosy.The Ye Mingzhu in the hands of the sharks is of the highest quality. In this Dragon King's mansion, who else is worthy of using it except Ao Zhan?

Hugging left and right, Ye//Yu Er//Female... Lord Dragon King is really a good skill, and enjoys the blessings of everyone.

Zhang Qinglan hugged the soft dumpling, stood behind the dense bushes, and watched the group of people drift away expressionlessly.

Looking pale.

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Only to find out that the copy was wrong... a large paragraph is missing