Transmigrating into a Doll Princess: Pink Princess

Long Fuyue couldn't move, couldn't scream, and almost hit the wall with regret in her heart.

Alas, falling into the hands of that dead shemale is better than falling into the hands of this man!She really didn't dare to think about the troubles she would encounter later...

Resisting her, Yang Siming turned a few more hills, and a small temple appeared in front of him.

Although this small temple is small, it has all five internal organs. There are also front halls, back halls, and side halls. There is actually a small courtyard behind the temple.

Before reaching the gate of the temple, two men in black came to meet him. [

One of them looked at the Long Fuyue on Yang Siming's shoulder, with a hint of surprise on his face, he patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Hey, you really brought the princess here, that's amazing! Come in quickly. "

Seeing that they had no respect for her, Long Fuyue knew that this time the matter was completely serious.

"Damn, if they really want to cheat on me, I'll fight them to the death, and I'll go find that judge for tea!"

Yang Siming resisted Long Fuyue and walked in.

There were more than a dozen people standing in the main hall of the temple, all dressed in black robes from head to toe, and embroidered on the black robes was something that looked like a snake, not a snake, or a dragon, but not a dragon.Looks ranging from ugly to handsome.

In the very center, the statue of the god in the temple is pushed aside.There is a tiger leather chair, and a person is sitting on the chair.He was also dressed in a black robe from head to toe, the difference was that his black robe was embroidered with a dragon, a golden dragon with teeth and claws.He is handsome and tall, full of oppressive strength, with evil and sharp eyes, one can tell at a glance that he is used to giving orders.

Yang Siming put the dragon Fuyue on the ground, and made a bow on his hips: "King, my subordinates are lucky to fulfill their mission and take back the Holy Princess."

The Pope who was sitting on the tiger leather chair did not move at all, but his eyes lingered on Long Fuyue's body like lightning: "Is this little girl a saint?" His voice was a little hoarse, but he did not ugly.It sounds rather lazy, like a leopard just waking up.

Yang Siming didn't dare to raise his head: "Yes! This subordinate used to be the bodyguard of Princess Sheng, and she is indeed Princess Long Fuyue! There is no mistake."