The evil prince, the best concubine

Chapter 170
Jun Moran turned around, and the cyan figure soared into the sky like a crane dancing, and disappeared after a few ups and downs.

On Qianzhang Cliff, the spring breeze is rustling.

The wind is very warm, and the heart is not so cold.

Gu Yue was sad, but not as angry as before.

As long as his master has a chance to save him, that's fine.

The rest is really not that important.

Jian Luo persuaded Leng Qingyu for half an hour before she stabilized her emotions.

The mood of the three of them relaxed a lot.

"Okay, let's go."

Helping up Leng Qingyu on the ground, he turned his head to Gu Yue who was standing beside him and said, "Gu Yue, you go back to Cangyue Palace, and Qing Yu and I go back to Leng Jing Palace, let's leave now."

"Well, thank you for your kindness, the kindness of the Seven Kings for saving my master will never be forgotten.

All difficult things, my Cangyue Palace will go through fire and water, and I will not hesitate to do so. "

Gu Yue cupped her fists and bowed to Jian Luo.

As long as his master is fine, everything is easy to talk about.

"One in a thousand chances, no one can guarantee anything."

Jian Luo nodded and said lightly.

As soon as the words came out, Leng Qingyu obviously felt a little cold sweat in his hands, and patted her on the back, signaling her to rest assured.

"Let's go."

Just as he was about to leave while pulling Leng Qingyu, he suddenly stopped.

"what happened?"

Gu Yue realized that Jian Luo was wrong.

Looking not far from the mountain road, Jian Luo frowned, this breath...

In a short while, the white clouds in the sky immediately turned into a manifold, and the white clouds were no longer pure, but turned into billowing clouds.

The momentum is astonishing.

The wind was blowing, carrying a coolness that was different from the past, and it contained seven or eight percent of the chill.

There was a loud bang like a rock collapsing.

The ground shook, and a bolt of lightning was as fast as a swimming dragon, blasting the sky.

The original breath of fresh air has transformed into a thick breath without any human body, chilling, cold, and bleak.

"Palace Master."

"Jane Luo."

Leng Qingyu and Gu Yue spoke at the same time, with doubts on their faces.

"The visitor is not good."

Jian Luo whispered a word.

This smell is unusual, she seems to have smelled it somewhere, where is it?
Now I think about it, but I can't remember it.

The sky was overcast and cloudy, and the sky was as dark as a pair of big hands covering the sun.

A sinister laugh was hidden in the clouds, piercing through the clouds and reaching the Qianzhang Cliff.

Jian Luo, Leng Qingyu and Gu Yue stood facing the wind, staring at the rolling clouds in the sky, without moving a muscle.

The three of them knew in their hearts that the person who came this time might be difficult to deal with.

(End of this chapter)