Lord, don't play with me: the genius son, Lolita's mother

Extra: Qiqi is in danger【1】

"Since we can't find it, let's sit and wait for the prey to come. Anyway, he will come to the door sooner or later. I don't think it is possible for him to find the toad to practice blood skills. He has owned four blood toads, so he naturally knows the blood toad. Don’t say whether there are four blood toads in this world. If there are, it will be extremely difficult to find them all. There is no possibility that it will be impossible in ten or eight years. I don’t think he will It would be such a waste of time. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to practice this quick evil skill." Su Baobao has super analytical ability.

After careful analysis, it really makes sense.

"Come here... come here...someone is assassinating the emperor..."

Just when everyone was discussing, an urgent cry for help came from afar. [

The sound is not loud, but it allows them to hear clearly.

Sure enough, here we come!

Everyone got up and followed quickly.

Ye Wuyan tugged at Su Qiqi: "Stay by my king's side, and you must never stray from me."

"Understood!" Su Qiqi smiled and nodded.

followed closely behind him.

Because the palace where Qiqi lives is next to the little emperor's palace, everyone rushed to her soon.

At this time, a large number of guards had already started fighting with a group of black-clothed assassins, and the scene was very chaotic.

No one expected that in broad daylight, there would be hundreds of assassins sneaking in.

And the little emperor, in front of him, at this moment, a man in purple, wearing a mask, is approaching step by step. In front of the little emperor, Li Qiaobai is fighting fiercely against the man in purple.

"Your Majesty, step back quickly!" Li Qiaobai was obviously not the opponent of the purple-clothed sect master, he had already received several palms, the corners of his mouth were covered with blood, and a lot of wine was sprayed on his snow-white robe.

It looked very startling.

Ye Wuyan frowned.

"Bai Jian, protect Qiqi!" said Shen Shen, who had already rushed towards the owner of the purple-clothed sect.

The two started fighting.

The duel between the two masters was earth-shattering.

At this moment, Su Qiqi quickly took out the ghost flute in her hand and began to play it.

The faint ghost flute made a very ecstatic sound, which gradually made people confused.

On the field, the movements of the fighting people gradually slowed down. [

Then, as if he was drunk, he walked lightly, stumbled here and there, and the weapon in his hand fell on the ground, with an expression close to obsession on his face, as if he had fallen into a very beautiful .

That appearance, a bit like sucking white powder.

Eyes, slightly closed, the expression is very obsessed, and the person keeps shaking.

While Su Qiqi was blowing, her eyes fell on the master of the Ziyi Sect and Fang Wuyan, and she couldn't help feeling worried.

She tried her best to transfer the sound of the flute to the master of the Ziyi sect, but found that this time, it didn't have any effect on him.

What is going on here?

Moreover, that night, Ye Wuyan was able to fight against him, but today it seemed that he was a bit weaker than him.

As for the fight between masters, this half point is already extremely far away.

A little carelessness is death.

Su Qiqi couldn't help becoming nervous.

Putting down the ghost flute in his hand, he stared at Ye Wuyan.

At this moment, the owner of the purple-clothed sect let out a roar, the voice was shrill and soft, it sounded really scary.

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