Battle King Dragon Concubine

Chapter 126
"En." Nan Fengyue stepped forward, took the pulse of the two of them, gave one of them a small pill, and completed the task.

Feng Lan and Feng Yue meditated in place to help absorb.

"Can I go?" Long Zhanya frowned, looking at Feng Lan impatiently.

"Yes." Miss is still too soft-hearted.With a gentle smile, Feng Lan followed Long Zhanya's footsteps.

"Xiao Ya'er, what do you think?" In the inn, Baili Mo propped his head on the table with his hands and looked at the sleepy Long Zhanya in Wan Teng Liushang's arms.Why does it feel that Xiao Ya'er has become more and more lazy recently, and has become able to eat and sleep at the same time, it can't be... Bailimo glanced at Long Zhanya's belly with ambiguous eyes.

"What do you think?" Dazedly, Long Zhanya yawned, and then arched into Wanqi Liushang's arms, completely unaware of Bailimo's strange gaze.

Wan Teng Liushang noticed it, but hugged Long Zhanya even tighter, with an unclear smile on his lips, without explaining.He used to think that Chen'er was enough for a child, but now, he wants to have another child, a child that belongs to him and the little woman.

Bailimo looked at Wan Tong Liushang with a look of tenderness and longing with aversion.It's really unexpected that love can make a man who is iron-blooded and ruthless become so gentle and easy-going.Looking at Nan Fengyue from the corner of his eyes, Bailimo unconsciously showed a gentle smile.Didn't he become less like himself for a woman, but he likes this change, which makes him feel that this world is still worth his nostalgia, which makes him feel that being alive is a happy thing, and he is no longer a walking dead , he also has feelings.

Looking at Long Zhanya who had fallen asleep, Bailimo shook his head and pulled Nan Fengyue away.

Ling Aofeng and Ling Aoshan looked at each other, then at the young couple who had no intention of talking, turned and left.

"Sister, do you feel that Wan Shang is very familiar?" Outside the door, Ling Aofeng looked at Ling Aoshan.

"It's a little bit." The woman's intuition told her that she should know Wan Shang and Long Xiaoyao, but she had never seen those two faces before.

"And those two attendants, one should be called Feng Lan, and the other should be called Feng Yue."

"Wind? Where do you think you've heard it before?" Ling Aoshan began to search in her memory, where did she hear someone named Feng?

Ling Aofeng also began to think.

"Zhanwang Mansion!" The siblings suddenly spoke at the same time, with surprise on their faces.

"I remember that there are two people with wind in their names around Princess Zhan, one is called Fenghun and the other is called Fengli." Ling Aoshan tried hard to recall the information about Princess Zhan, "And Princess Zhan is called Long Zhanya. "It's also surnamed Long, "and Wanshang, isn't it just the first and last two characters of Lord Zhan's name?"

So that person is Lord Zhan?The siblings looked at each other, and they couldn't figure it out, what did Prince Zhan come to participate in the martial arts conference?Could it be that the imperial court is going to intervene in martial arts?I haven't heard from my father.

"Longge, are there four blasters?" Ling Aofeng suddenly thought of Longge, a rookie in martial arts.

"what do you mean……"

"Could Lord Zhan be the Dragon Lord of the Dragon Pavilion?" If Long Zhanya was here at this time, he would jump up angrily and yell at Ling Aofeng for his lack of vision. Does Long Zhanya look so useless?
"Isn't Long Zun a woman?" They had heard about that woman from the masters of Jiuheng Mountain, but they had never had the luck to meet that woman.

"Perhaps, behind the Dragon Pavilion is the King of War?" Ling Aofeng continued to speculate.

"Well, it's possible." Ling Aoshan nodded seriously.

The siblings looked at each other again, nodded, and turned back to their rooms.

The next day, Long Zhanya and his party bid farewell to the owner of the inn, and continued towards Feiyun City in Yunhe Kingdom, where the martial arts conference was held.

In the next few towns that passed by, young men disappeared and died, which made Long Zhanya and his party pay more attention to this matter.

"Mo, you and Yue speed up your pace and keep the same speed as that group of people." At noon, in the restaurant, a group of people looked dignified.

"Which town are we going to?" Bailimo raised his eyebrows and looked at Wan Tong Liushang.It may be feasible to use the identities of Mingzun and Yizun to restrict their actions, or at least let them restrain themselves.

"I'll give you a roadmap later."

"Okay." He believed that Wan Qi Liushang would not do anything he was not sure of, so after finishing his lunch, he set off with Nan Fengyue.

"Fengyue, go and find out the news."

"Yes, uncle."

"Feng Lan, send a letter to He Lianxiao and Qi Yang, ordering the whole country to strengthen its vigilance, especially on the way to Feiyun City."

"Yes, uncle."

"As for the two of you." Wan Teng Liushang looked at Ling Aoshan and Ling Aofeng, and took off the human skin mask on his face.

"It really is you." Ling Aofeng nodded at Wan Tong Liushang and smiled.

And Ling Aoshan's cheeks flushed instantly.It was really the King of War, the King of War that she admired.

"Then this one?" Ling Aofeng looked at Long Zhanya.

"My king's concubine." Seeing Long Zhanya lazily nestling in his arms and not caring about anything, Wan Tong Liushang gently removed the human skin mask on her face, "It is also the Dragon Lord of the Dragon Pavilion."

"The Dragon Pavilion really belongs to the prince." Ling Aofeng looked at Wan Tong Liushang with even more eager eyes.

"Wrong," Wan Qi Liushang smiled and shook his head, "This king's subordinate is the Night Palace, and this king is the Lord of the Night."

"Then Dragon Pavilion..."

"It was built for Ya'er to play when she was free and bored."

The corners of Long Zhanya's mouth twitched imperceptibly.That's right, she was indeed too bored to search for the Dragon Pavilion built by talents, but what he said would be misleading.

Sure enough, Ling Aofeng looked at Long Zhanya with admiration.Sure enough, it is Princess Zhan, who can build such a powerful Dragon Pavilion in a short time, if she is serious, what will happen?
Feeling an eager gaze burning her face, Long Zhanya tilted his head and buried his face in Wan Teng Liushang's chest, leaving only the back of Ling Aofeng's head black.

In Feiyun City of Yunhe Kingdom, there is a manor covering about one-third of the city called Xiayuan, which is the home of Fenglin, the leader of the martial arts alliance.

(End of this chapter)