Black Belly Summoner: Strong on the Evil Emperor

"What? Why didn't you talk?!" Nalan asked Ming's voice was a little loud.

Nalan Zhenyue slightly raised her eyes to look at him, "I'm considering whether to tell the truth or not?"

"What truth?"

Nalan Zhenyue raised her eyebrows, "Do you really want to listen?"

"Ok?"

"I'm a bit disgusted!" Nalan Zhenyue nodded slightly, looking a little serious.

Nalan Wenming was really about to vomit blood.

"You stinky girl, you—"

I really don't know the sky is high and the earth is thick! ! !

Nalan Wenming picked up the secret technique on the table and gave her a hard look, then said: "The highest level in our Nalan Mansion is only the third grade! You are really making progress, I don't think you will need this secret technique!"

Nalan Wenming ran away in anger, but Nalan Zhenyue looked indifferent.

But still wondering, the highest mental power secret skill in such a big Nalan Mansion is only the third rank?

So where did the fourth-rank, fifth-rank, sixth-rank and seventh-rank go?

If you want to practice, you have to practice higher-level secret skills. With a second-level cultivation, you don't know when you will have to wait until you become stronger.

After Nalan Wenming went back angrily, Nalan Yunqi didn't say much, just looked at the five books of secret skills and sighed faintly, and said something like this, "Let her go..."

The days passed like always.

The two uncles guarding the gate of Nalan Mansion are dedicated to their duties, but the sun is a bit too warm, and the whole body is warm, and I really want to squint my eyes.

No, just closing your eyes and feeling the sunshine, a figure walked out from between them.

"Wait, who is that?" The older man on the right widened his eyes.

The uncle on the left touched his head, "I'm afraid it's the concubine from some room."

"I haven't seen it!"

"I haven't seen it either."

At this moment, Nalan Zhenyue turned her head and grinned.

The two uncles kept their backs straight, watching Nalan Zhenyue go further and further away in a daze.

Until Nalan Zhenyue's figure disappeared from their sight, the stronger uncle suddenly came to his senses, "I remembered, she was in the martial arts arena a few days ago..."

"Oh my God!"

The two uncles looked at each other, and they both saw disbelief in each other's eyes.

The eleventh-ranked lady in the direct line of Nalan Mansion is a trash. This is something that the older servants or guards of Nalan Mansion know. Who knows that a few days ago, the trash turned into a summoner... Not to mention, but Miss Eleven is also very beautiful, right?

Nalan Zhenyue's messy and knotted hair that could not even be combed was cut into a neat short hair, which was uneven and of different lengths, reaching to the neck.

The face that was dirty all the year round has now washed away the dirt, and the original fair skin is also exposed, but because of not seeing the sun all the year round, there is a tinge of sickly whiteness on the skin, but it doesn't affect it, it just looks like her. The originally thin body became weaker.

The most surprising thing was the facial features, which were a pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes, slightly raised at the end of the eyes. When she smiled, the eyes narrowed slightly, giving people an indescribable good impression.

The facial features are delicate and indescribable?

but.

It always feels like there's more to it.

The stronger uncle clapped his hands, he knew.

Nalan Zhenyue's smile had a more penetrating feeling.

When she looks at you, it's like a beast, and you're the food on the plate...

This is Miss Eleven with a makeover...

The two uncles looked at each other silently.