The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 200 I'm Really Touched

Hongling only felt that the Bana flower was an unlucky thing in the underworld, and thought it was a good thing that it withered.

Xie Wanrong heard this, and hurried to the center, just as Hongling said, the other shore flower withered, and her brows furrowed almost invisibly.

The Bianhua is a flower that leads to both worlds of Yin and Yang, but it grows in the spirit ring. Not to mention these things, since it can temporarily restrain the blood stiffness, it can be seen that the Bianhua growing in the spirit ring is no small matter.

How could it wither so quickly.

She bit her fingertips, and a drop of bright red blood dripped down the withered flower body.

The moment the blood seeped into the petals, the originally withered Bana flower suddenly glowed a little red, and Xie Wanrong couldn't help laughing: "It doesn't look like it's withered."

"Rongrong, if this thing has to be maintained by your blood, then let it wither here." As an ancient divine beast, Hong Ling is repulsive to everything in the underworld.

Especially this kind of monster that feeds on blood, she swallowed flames: "What's the difference between this and that evil monster!"

"Keep it for now, you'll need it later." After a few drops of blood, the Bianhua blossomed into splendor, regaining its coquettish beauty, glowing with a layer of blood.

"Miss, ma'am..."

Qinglian's voice outside gradually approached, Xie Wanrong had a thought, immediately released the spirit ring, slowly opened his eyes, Qinglian had already rushed in recklessly.

Facing Xie Wanrong's gaze, she took two steps back. For some reason, Miss's eyes like this always scare her.

She whispered: "Miss, the sixth prince is here, and the master invites you to the flower hall."

Qi Jingyuan?That's right, her two dog-headed army divisions have gathered.

"Where's Ninth Prince?" she asked.

"The Ninth Prince is also at the residence." Qinglian replied cautiously, it seems that the young lady still cares about the Ninth Prince as always.

Xie Wanrong nodded, seeing her ashen body, she asked Qinglian to find a dress for her to change into before leaving Qinxue Courtyard.

The corners of her mouth were lightly pursed, one Yuan Yang was enough to torment, another Qi Jingyuan, it really was too much to join in the fun.

The verandah leading to the flower hall was empty, Xie Wanrong walked unhurriedly.

"Miss, at the next palace banquet, what talent do you plan to show off? This is the opportunity to catch the Ninth Prince. You must seize this opportunity!" Qinglian said seriously and firmly.

"Palace banquet?" Xie Wanrong said softly, a smile flashed across her indifferent eyes: "Could it be that the emperor wants to betroth all the princes?"

"I don't know about it, I just know that there will be a palace banquet in a few days, and many boudoir ladies will attend." Qinglian said angrily, "Miss, what are you going to do?"

Xie Wanrong smiled lightly: "Qinglian, what talent do you think your young lady has?"

She herself doesn't know what talent she has. She doesn't know anything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she is proficient in poison art. Could it be that she wants to poison them?
"Miss, you forgot that you choreographed a dance for the Ninth Prince a year ago. You have practiced hard for a long time, and this year you will be able to show it off. I think that dance will definitely surpass everyone else!"

Qinglian talked to herself, she didn't notice Xie Wanrong's dark face.

How many crazy things did the original owner do?

What's more, she doesn't even know the dance that Qinglian talked about.

"I don't know that Wan'er has put in so much effort a year ago. I'm so touched."

The deep and magnetic voice slowly came to Xie Wanrong's ears, but he could not see the person when he smelled it.

(End of this chapter)