Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Once outside, Qingmao stopped.

The moonlight in Tiangong is always good, you can see the bright moon above your head when you look up, it's close at hand, within reach.

Hanyou stood behind Qingyan, about ten steps away from her, this was a distance she had to keep as a slave, Hanyou thought, sooner or later, she would shorten this distance.

The Tianjun standing in front of him is bathed in the moonlight, and his long and straight back is the pillar of the entire Tiangong.

Hanyou's eyes are full of admiration at this moment. Although she likes the throne of Queen of Heaven, she also likes Qingmai very much. Being able to sit on the throne of Queen of Heaven and have such a superb husband-in-law is something that all female creatures in the Three Realms All dreams.

If one day this man becomes hers, wouldn't the women in the Three Realms envy her to death? Thinking about it, they all feel excited and joyful.

After a moment of silence, Qingmao asked. "Do you know what kind of person I hate the most?"

Hanyou immediately came back to her senses, and quickly shook her head, "I don't know, servant girl."

She wondered, did Tianjun hear the wrong question, and he asked himself to come out, didn't he...wasn't he going to express his heartfelt nonsense?How can you ask such a strange question?

Qing Nightmare said lightly: "Pretending to be smart... I hate this kind of person the most..."

Hanyou shivered, she subconsciously felt that the situation was not good, and felt a chill rising from the soles of her feet, making her shiver.

"Your Majesty...that's what you said."

Qingyan sneered, "Then tell me what kind of person you are?"

Hanyou's legs kept shaking, and that bad feeling became more and more serious. Why did Tianjun ask like this, and what did he know?She replied tremblingly: "Your Majesty, slave... slave, I don't know..."

Qingyan turned around, "I don't know? Do you really not know, or are you afraid to say it?"

Hanyou's face was pale, and she knelt down with a plop, "Your Majesty, forgive me, I really don't know, I really don't know..."

"You really don't see the coffin... you don't shed tears." Qing Yan raised his hand, waved it in the air, a silver light flew past, and a screen appeared in front of him. On the screen was a mirror image. Make a clear conversation.

—Princess...you...have you spoken to His Majesty today?

--No!

——Oh, did His Majesty ask you about me today?

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The sound of conversations floated out one after another, and it sounded extraordinarily terrifying on such a night.

After Hanyou heard the first voice, she collapsed on the ground, it was her own voice, it was what he said not long ago, how could she not hear it.

Sure enough, Tianjun knew, he was actually standing outside the door, listening to their conversation clearly.

This time, she—it's over.

Hanyou's face was as pale as a dead person, she quickly got up and kowtowed to Qing Yan, crying loudly, "Your Majesty, please forgive me, Your Majesty, please forgive me, it's because this servant is obsessed with ghosts and thinking about things that I shouldn't be thinking, this servant knows it's wrong, please beg Your Majesty... please spare this servant this time, please."

Qingyan looked at her tearful begging for mercy, expressionless, "You shouldn't, you shouldn't, you shouldn't have done anything to Taoyao..."

After finishing speaking, he said, "recorded."

"The slave is here." Lu Chong suddenly appeared like a ghost.