Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 922 Alchemy Conference! (3)
Ling Wushuang raised her lips, just chuckled and roared, and her slender arms hooked up to Lou Junyan's neck.

Smile lightly, with a little warmth.

After the passion that erupted like volcanic magma, there was the gurgling gentleness of clear springs and brooks, and the throbbing of the reunion after a farewell. Both of them were a little hard to control themselves, and huddled together on the exquisite silk brocade couch.

"I really want to try." When Lou Junyan let go of the woman in his arms, he uttered such a sentence with a low smile, and his slightly callused fingertips gently rubbed on her coquettish crimson lips, lingering .

Ling Wushuang's face was slightly dark, so he naturally knew what Lou Junyan was referring to.

The sky is the bed, the ground is the bed, this man really knows how to think!

"It's a pity that it's not the time yet..." Lou Junyan gave Ling Wushuang a meaningful look from top to bottom with a deep smile in his dark red eyes.

His Wushuang naturally wants to give her the best.

"You are beautiful." Ling Wushuang glanced at the man with a suspicious expression on his face speechlessly, coughed and then pushed him with the hand squeezed between the two, "Get up, I still have something to ask." show you."

After a while, if the old man comes to kill him, let's see if this man can still be so calm.

Lou Junyan raised his brows lightly, his sharp-edged handsome face lost interest, after the slender and slender body fell off Ling Wushuang's body, he just changed the direction, and with a hook of his healthy arm, Ling Wushuang was pulled into it again. In his arms, "Speak."

He listened attentively, with a look of respect and respect, but the slender fingers tapped dishonestly on the position of Ling Wushuang's abdomen, a small habitual movement.

Ling Wushuang was a little helpless, but she didn't express any opinions as she was lying comfortably.

Lou Junyan's eyebrows moved slightly, and after a short pause, he said in a deep voice, "Are you talking about that thing just now?"

Ling Wushuang raised her beautiful long eyelashes slowly, looked up at the starry sky with her plain face up, and met with the lazy eyes of Junyan upstairs, and said thoughtfully, "I finally know why I would It feels familiar."

The dome above was half-opened, and the bright light of the stars mottled the desert night sky, and the soft moonlight poured down, softening that cold face.

"Why?" Lou Junyan asked casually, his big palm glowing with cold jade, intentionally or unintentionally rubbed along the exquisite and delicate body of the woman in his arms.

The smile faded between the stern brows, like ice in a cold river, melting with the wind.

Ling Wushuang looked at the man who was staring at her with burning eyes, but he was obviously absent-minded. He raised his hand and waved away the dishonest palm resting on her lower abdomen, "Don't you feel anything strange?"

Yin Cece's voice sounded like he hated iron but not steel.

Lou Junyan laughed hoarsely, and instantly regained his seriousness, his handsome face sank slightly, "Of course."

However, the hand returned to its original place without a trace.

"How does it feel?" Ling Wushuang was distracted by Lou Junyan's words.

If she guessed correctly, the reason why she could feel the strange breath should be related to Jun Yan leaving soul fragments in her body before.

"That's right." Before Lou Junyan could answer, Ling Wushuang said again, "I already have two pieces in my hand, let me show you now."

"Two yuan?" Lou Junyan was a little surprised.

"Yes." Ling Wushuang's plain white palm spread out, a little bit of light shone, and black and blood-red spar fragments were suspended on it, undulating in the moonlight that filled the room, swaying little invisible energy ripples.

"This is another piece." While speaking, Ling Wushuang spread out his other hand, "What the hell is this?"

It was black, blood red, strands of energy intertwined and converged, and finally formed a quaint spar, which appeared in her hand. Except for the different shape, the aura structure was almost exactly the same as the one in the other hand.

Lou Junyan narrowed his eyes slightly, with a deep breath, and after staring at it for a while, he said in a deep voice, "If I guess correctly, these two crystals should be from the same thing."

Ling Wushuang also noticed this, and slowly leaned towards the middle with his hands holding a spar.

"Crack!"

The slight sound, like emerald jade colliding, is very clear in the quiet room.

And two palm-sized black fragments, the broken edges on one side were completely fused together, floating in the air and spinning, the traces of the ancient runes and the blood-red lines suddenly moved smoothly, like a blocked flood peak returning to its galloping posture , Instantly released a powerful breath!

"This." Ling Wushuang squinted his eyes slightly in surprise, the mysterious streamer was a bit dazzling.

Lou Junyan pursed his lips into a cold arc, and when he furrowed his brows, his slender fingertips stretched out, and the silver-gray stream of light gushed out like a spring, and merged into the hair where the two spars met. thin cracks.

"Buzz!"

With a buzzing sound, the black spar suspended in the air restrained its light and fell into Lou Junyan's palm.

"It's indeed on one thing." Lou Junyan brushed the ancient rune and the blood-red lines lightly with his thumb, feeling the familiar throbbing from the depths of the blood, and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Ling Wushuang curiously took the thing from Lou Junyan's hand, looked carefully inside and out, but couldn't see why, "Junyan, what could this be?"

The two crystals are seamlessly combined, and no traces can be seen at all. The arc of the bow is like a piece of tortoise shell, which is estimated to be only one-fifth of the original shape, but it is impossible to see what it will be now. What.

"I don't know." Lou Junyan pursed his lips and nodded.

Ling Wushuang was a little helpless, "This thing must not be simple."

It's just why it was broken into so many fragments, where are the remaining ones, and who is the man in the Wind and Snow Forging Sword City, and who just appeared in the Shenji Tower?Ling Wushuang is at a loss now.

"It doesn't matter, you will know when you should know." Lou Junyan chuckled, his dark red eyes were as deep as a black hole in space.

"That's true." Ling Wushuang nodded, and pushed it back into Lou Junyan's hand, "Then this piece will be placed here with you first."

If there is a chance in the future, maybe we can collect them all.

"Alright." Lou Junyan retracted his slender fingers like jade, and held the black spar that had been combined into one piece tightly in his hand. His arms disappeared with a flick of his sleeves, and then his eyes drooped down to look into his arms woman, "The next step is to prepare for what to do."

Zixie's divine soul hadn't stayed in Fengxuezhujian City for a long time. Apart from knowing that Ling Wushuang would go to Xiling Desert, he didn't ask many other useful things. Lou Junyan naturally knew little about it. There are very few of them.

(End of this chapter)