Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 929 Exploring Danfenglin at night! (2)
The corner of Ling Wushuang's mouth twitched lightly, "Didn't I send someone to tell you?"

While speaking, she hooked Lou Junyan's skirt with her slender fingers, moved her face closer, and sniffed him with her delicate nose like a puppy, but she didn't find anything unusual, so she was completely relieved and was slightly dazed. After waking up, he suddenly remembered something, and said casually, "What about Jin Ling?"

It seems that she just left. Didn't these two guys demolish Dancheng?Nothing really happened.

Lou Jun's eyebrows furrowed tightly, he glanced at Ling Wushuang lightly, and took her into his arms, "Of course I killed her."

"what!"

Ling Wushuang sprang up with a groan, and then fell back into Lou Junyan's arms with an ouch, the top of his head was knocked by Lou Junyan's chin, tears welled up in his clear pupils, and he stared while rubbing. Staring at Lou Junyan, he said, "Isn't it?"

Lou Junyan looked at Ling Wushuang's embarrassment, stretched out his big palm to gently caress the top of her head, shook his head and smiled, "Little Dragon King doesn't die so easily."

The dull voice was full of helpless pampering.

Ling Wushuang put down his hand and touched the tip of his nose, feeling like he was about to cry.

Of course she knows this, but is Jun Yan accurate in his attack? If that guy Jin Ling has any short arms and short legs, she will not be able to talk about the friendship between her father and the head of Liuyun Sect. But it's not easy to explain.

"However, that guy seems to have become a lot stronger." Ling Wushuang was full of emotion, and murmured thoughtfully, "I guess he has reached the realm of top-rank supreme."

It's not just her who is improving alone, there are many geniuses gathered in this vast continent, and the younger generation of mysterious masters in Xiling Desert is now headed by the Little Dragon King. Her current strength is really not enough.

"Almost." Lou Junyan said lightly, flicking his slender fingers lightly, playing with the white gauze skirt of the woman in his arms with a little disinterest.

"By the way, how did you get in here?" Ling Wushuang tugged on Lou Junyan's lapel and looked at him curiously.

The only invitation card was in her hands, the space gate was so tightly guarded by those two old men, how could it be possible for anyone to come in casually.

"Get in?" Lou Junyan frowned slightly, and glanced at the woman in his arms, as if he was dissatisfied with the words Ling Wushuang said, his thin lips parted slightly, and he said concisely, "Come in as you want, come in as you want .”

The corners of Ling Wushuang's eyes twitched slightly, realizing that he seemed to have asked a slightly idiotic question, and was deeply despised by someone.

Ling Wushuang suddenly remembered something, and glanced up and down at Lou Junyan, "What realm have you reached now?"

She can even detect the breath of her father occasionally, but she is completely uncertain about Jun Yan. Entering and exiting the valley of fire bath pills is like entering a land of no one. What kind of state does this need?Moreover, above the Supreme Emperor...

Lou Junyan raised his slender and handsome eyebrows, and the light curve of his thin lips was graceful like the undulating and hazy curve of the mountain, but he just said, "You will know when the time comes."

Ling Wushuang wailed, and grabbed Lou Junyan's lapel with both hands, "Say it, I'm not afraid of blows."

Qing Tong, who was so clear to the bottom, blinked, her delicate body wrapped around Lou Junyan like a rascal, showing that she could really bear it.

Lou Junyan stared at Ling Wushuang very calmly for a long while, then lightly hooked his healthy arms without saying a word, got up and a princess hugged Ling Wushuang, and strode forward. The black unicorn boots reached his knees, and the needles and needles of gold pierced through The traces are like rays of light coming out, shining step by step.

"What are you doing?" Ling Wushuang volleyed in the air, and her slender arms climbed up Lou Junyan's neck, very consciously.

Lou Junyan laughed hoarsely, and said two words calmly, "Rest."

Ling Wushuang's eyebrows moved, and his eyes scanned the bright sunlight outside the window, "But it's still early."

Someone seemed to have forgotten that it was already late today when he spoke just now, and he wanted to rest.

"Isn't Wushuang tired? Take a rest when you're tired." Lou Junyan let out a chuckle, and walked a few minutes faster with slow and powerful steps, heading for the inner hall in the inner palace. Yin Hong's coquettish color instantly takes away the splendor of Manshan Hongfeng and seduces people's minds.

Ling Wushuang was extremely speechless, her voice sounded like gnashing of teeth, "Are you sure it's just a rest?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

The arrogant and willful laughter suddenly sounded in the luxurious and empty hall.

Ling Wushuang's face was covered with black lines, and he secretly glanced around. After realizing that there was no change, he was slightly relieved. He raised his eyes and glared viciously at the man who was still smiling without any restraint.

Really, being so dishonest in other people's territory.

Lou Junyan was in a good mood, hugged the woman in his arms, and walked slowly, "Of course it's rest."

The crimson-colored flowing ink hair was soaring at the moment when Lou Junyan laughed loudly, and fell down with the momentum, outlining the arc of flowing clouds and flowing water in the air, which was extremely beautiful.

The mysterious scorching breath was like traces of flames.

Ling Wushuang's eyes narrowed slightly, and his white and slender hands stretched out the large black cloak outside, as if entering a no-man's land, his nimble fingers stretched into Lou Junyan's arms, like a small beast grabbed his shirt.

"Wushuang, don't mess around." Lou Junyan's whole body stiffened slightly, and he tightened his arms around Ling Wushuang.

Ling Wushuang smiled even more heartily, and when she met those dangerous dark red eyes, she blinked innocently, "No."

She can't always be oppressed, and, the initiative seems to be in her own hands, right?Then why is it always her who is miserable in the end?
"It seems that Wushuang can't wait any longer. If that's the case, then I will be disrespectful." Lou Junyan narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and threw Ling Wushuang onto the soft quilt.

The colors of the surrounding palaces are crimson like fire, the curtains are strung together with agate crystals, the seats, bedding, carpets... are all in a uniform bright red color.

The festive and warm colors are a bit deceptive, and the mottled sunlight that shines in is just like the flickering candles of newlyweds.

"Hey!"

Ling Wushuang let out a soft cry, and jumped to the other side, avoiding the man leaning over like a swift and fierce cheetah.

"what--"

A coquettish exclamation came out, with a little anger and blame.

Before Ling Wushuang moved a few inches away, he was dragged back by a healthy arm hooked around his waist, accompanied by a low chuckle from the man, and then generously raised and lowered his hands.

What about rest?

The flame that Ling Wushuang just wanted to rise was extinguished in an instant, and he had no choice but to return to the oppressed state.

(End of this chapter)