The Ninth Princess is beautiful and sassy

The idle people would go out to the village entrance from time to time, looking left and right.

Princess Qian said that King Ling would come back and that King Ling would definitely bring them supplies. Everyone believed it.

It's the third day, and the food is almost gone. It's time for King Ling to arrive, right?

The village chief said that everyone should stop working in the fields today to save energy and food.

Except for the relatively strong men who went out to do some work or were sent to hunt in the woods, everyone else stayed in the village.

There are two roads leading into the town from the desert.

Many people gathered at the intersection of the largest road, seemingly chatting, but in fact they were looking into the distance.

"Someone is coming." Suddenly, an old man stood up.

When everyone saw this, they all stood up and walked towards the middle of the road.

"Someone really came."

"It's an army."

"It must be King Ling. King Ling is here. We don't need to go hungry."

"Thank God! They're finally here."

The common people have never seen King Ling, but they also heard that he wears a mask all year round.

Not only did the leader wear a black mask, but even the soldiers behind him wore masks.

The cold mask makes people feel cold and ruthless, but it brings endless power to people.

They are all soldiers who work for the welfare of the people and bring light to the people.

"He is the King of Tombs."

"It must be King Ling."

The people looked at the tall and mighty man at the head and were so excited that tears filled their eyes.

In the past, King Ling only lived in legends, but today he actually saw a real person.He was tall and majestic, like a god.

Where there is him, there is light, and where there is him, there is hope.

The gray world became completely new because of his presence, as if the grass was about to sprout out of the ground.

"See the King of the Tombs, the King of the Tombs is a thousand years old!" Everyone retreated to the road and knelt down, "See the King of the Tombs, the King of the Tombs is a thousand years old!"

Until Chu Dongling could no longer be seen, everyone was still looking at the passing team with lingering interest.

The legendary Black Cavalry Army is indeed extraordinary. Every warrior is so powerful and powerful, and even their backs are so attractive.

However, what exactly was in King Ling’s hand just now?
Colorful, like a bouquet, why is King Keling holding a bouquet?Isn’t that a little thing that only little girls like?
Otherwise, if the attention was focused on King Ling just now, they might be able to see clearly what it is.

Chu Dongling was indeed holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. The flowers found in the deep mountains were colorful and very dazzling.

But at that time, a battle had just ended, who had the heart to care about this?

Unexpectedly, King Ling threw away his armor, got off his horse, and walked toward the sea of ​​flowers.

He walked into the sea of ​​flowers, bent down and picked up beautiful flowers one after another.

The fresh and shy flowers formed a sharp contrast with the cold and ruthless mask of King Ling. The bloodthirsty eyes of King Ling became gentle at this moment.

People who saw this scene couldn't believe their eyes, and people who didn't see it couldn't believe anything they said.

Who would have thought that the God of War, the God of War, who just moments ago was killing people without blinking an eye, would become a flower-picking thief in the blink of an eye? It’s amazing!

I don’t want you to believe it or not, but the fact is the fact.

The evidence is still in the hands of the prince, can it still be false?

Nie Qingwu followed the person in front into the yard and caught up with him.

"Your Majesty." He looked at the bouquet of flowers that was incompatible with his master and coughed lightly, "Can we keep this matter a little low-key?"

The moment Chu Dongling got off the horse, a scream echoed through the sky... (End of this chapter)