The evil prince, the best concubine

Chapter 32 Cold God Palace Master 5
The light of the moon shrouded the man in black, coating his whole body with a layer of silver light.

It was like a Shura from hell, cruel and bloodthirsty, and would do anything to destroy the person in front of him.

Leng Bingshuang closed her eyes wisely, at this moment she had no power to fight back, not at all.

The expected pain did not appear, Leng Bingshuang suddenly opened his eyes.

Seeing that the masked man in black was about to stab her neck with a dagger, he fell down at this moment.

Fainted?

The fallen body immediately revealed a short 'man'.

Leng Bingshuang's eyes locked on her body, and the light flickered slightly, female.

She is a woman.

Jian Luo looked at the body on the ground, stuck out her pink tongue playfully, put away the thing in her hand, and put it on her ear again.

It was a very small, very bright blue earring.

Well, this was specially made for her by her master.

According to Master, the earrings work according to her thoughts.

It cannot be used unless it is absolutely necessary.

Otherwise, her spiritual power will disappear.

Anyway, she has no spiritual power at all now, so she just uses it.

It's really easy to use, she just appeared behind him unexpectedly, thinking about making this person faint.

Unexpectedly, the man in black who just touched the earrings would faint so stupidly.

Now, she is full of joy in her heart, she never knew that these earrings are so easy to use.

Hehe
In the future, she will be guaranteed. It doesn't matter if she loses her spiritual power, and it doesn't matter if she loses her martial arts. Doesn't she still have an earring?

Don't be afraid, she won't be afraid to walk on Jianghu Avenue in the future.

As long as she dared to provoke her, no matter how powerful an expert was, she would beat him to pieces.

"girl."

While her thoughts were running wild, a soft call brought Jian Luo back to reality.

Lifting his bright eyes, he saw that the face of the white-haired old man was already comparable to flour.

He stepped over the man in black on the ground, walked to the side of the white-haired old man and squatted down, supporting the body of the white-haired old man.

"How are you? Are you okay?"

Although the white-haired old man was weak, he was quite different from before. He held Jian Luo's hand, with a deep smile on his face, "Girl, we meet by fate."

Jian Luo looked confused, what do you mean?
Looking at the old hand holding her, she didn't push it away, and asked in a low voice: "What do you mean? You know I'm a woman?"

(End of this chapter)