Demon Concubine Yutian

Chapter 126 One Hundred Days
Ye Luo raised his head.

This provocation is too much, if she doesn't show up again, what's the difference between her and a shrinking turtle?
What's more, she is extremely sensitive to the three words "one hundred days".

When she was ten years old, she disappeared for "one hundred days" and lost her memory of "one hundred days".His spiritual marrow was drawn out, his cultivation level plummeted, and he became a waste that everyone despised.

"can."

Ye Luo's beautiful eyes darkened, and her voice was even colder than ice, "Prince, don't regret it. There are thousands of guests at the gate of Hongmeng Medicine Pavilion, many of them are famous and distinguished people. When the time comes, you will lose, but you will lose." Don't be afraid of being ashamed, just don't kneel."

"Humph!"

Mo Xie sneered, rolled his eyes arrogantly, and said, "Stinky girl, just wait to be my slave for a hundred days!"

"There is no evidence for words, but written evidence."

Ye Luo still didn't believe in Mo Xie's character, "What kind of a gentleman is he who is full of guns."

She has a hunch.

This body's instinctive fear of Mo Xie is probably related to the "one hundred days".

"Stand up now!"

Mo Xie was always arrogant, so he took out a pen and paper from his storage bag, brushed and brushed, and within 2 minutes, the paper was written, "Take it, sign and draw."

Mo Xie pressed her fingerprints first, and threw the paper into Ye Luo's arms.

Ye Luo didn't even blink her eyelids, signed what should be signed, and what should be marked.

"Suran, you are the witness of this gambling game. You keep this document." Mo Xie's face was gloomy, and his evil eyes were sharp.

He was sure that he would win, and he wanted Ye Luo to become his slave.

He felt that the aura on Ye Luo's body was different from before, and a waste of first-order madness shouldn't be like this.He needs to investigate carefully whether there are any hidden dangers left after the incident four years ago.

"gone."

Mo Xie raised her resolute and stern chin, raised her sword eyebrows, and her eyes were filled with anger. She took big steps and quickly walked towards the gate of Hongmeng Medicine Pavilion.

"stop!"

Just when Mo Xie was about to step into the gate of Hongmeng Medicine Pavilion, a tall and heroic guard stretched out a hand, blocked Mo Xie's way, and stopped him in a cold voice, "You can't go in!"

Mo Xie was taken aback.

"Did you make a mistake? I am the eldest prince of the dynasty!"

The guard of the Hongmeng Medicine Pavilion, with an extremely cold expression, said: "The rules of the Hongmeng Medicine Pavilion, the queen's line, are not allowed to enter."

Mo Xie's handsome face was instantly ferocious, and he asked, "Why? Give me a reason!"

The guards of the Hongmeng Medicine Pavilion were expressionless, and said coldly: "No reason is needed, we will do whatever the rules are. Eldest Prince, please go back."

"What rules!"

Mo Xie was furious, and a storm was brewing in his evil eyes, "Call out your shopkeeper, my prince will confront him face to face!"

The guards of Hongmeng Medicine Pavilion's eyes turned cold, and murderous aura was revealed.

With a "swish", more than a dozen guards drew out their long knives at the same time, and their strikes were like lightning, and they were just placed on Mo Xie's neck.The blade is sharp and the killing intent is awe-inspiring.

The guards have a very high level of cultivation, and they are all saint-level masters beyond the ninth rank.

Mo Xie's face changed on the spot: "Presumptuous! How dare you do anything to this prince?!"

Although he is also a saint-level master beyond the ninth rank, he is at most equal to the cultivation level of these guards. One-on-one may have a chance of winning, and one-on-one with more than a dozen, he will definitely lose!

"Hongmeng Medicine Pavilion never needs to look at the face of a prince from a small subordinate country."

The voice of the shopkeeper Ji Bai, like a drum at dusk and a bell at dawn, came from inside the auction venue.The turbulent madness of a second-rank pharmacist is like a tidal wave, shaking people's brains.

(End of this chapter)