The concubine teases the evil emperor: the proud wife of the bloodthirsty queen

Chapter 312 Illusion [2]

Illusion?

This is a strange, but somewhat taboo word, and everyone whispered to each other.

They were all guessing what this illusion was, and even Qingzhu was puzzled.

"Miss, is illusion a sorcery? Is it unsafe?" Compared with other girls, Qingzhu is a little more vigilant and vigilant, which is one of the reasons why Huowuhui always keeps her by her side.

"Let's just wait and see what tricks he plays first." Huo Wu's expression was indifferent, even if she wanted to stop it, it would probably be impossible. In such an occasion, everyone obviously became interested in He Qi.

Besides, if there is any problem with this illusion, it will definitely not be a direct attack. No matter how deeply Shen Dongao hides his strength, it is impossible for only two people to destroy the entire palace.

If this illusion is in his plan, then Shen Dongao must have a more careful plan, so let's see what kind of illusion it is...

He Qi graciously walked to the center of the arena, even though some people deliberately avoided his face, but he seemed to have gotten used to other people's stares, calmly raised his head and chest.

"Everyone, let's take a closer look at the hands of this servant."

He stretched out his hand, slapped it repeatedly, his five fingers were spread wide, his joints were clearly defined, and his hand was empty, "The servant has nothing in his hand."

"No!" If there were actors, then there would naturally be those who watched the theater. Those officials who had been distracted by the performance shook their heads very cooperatively.

Huo Wu stared at He Qi seriously, waiting to see what tricks he was about to play, but on the surface, she still acted like a curious ordinary girl, watching with great interest.

Suddenly, a light red light appeared on He Qi's empty hands.

"It's true energy, but it's not Xuanhuang Scripture. It's strange, what is this..." Wei Ping Xiangma frowned and looked at it in a suspicious voice.

Although his voice was soft, it flowed into Huo Wu's ears without missing a single word.

In fact, she also felt that this was indeed not the Xuanhuang Scripture, and this genuine breath gave her a very familiar feeling.

Because this aura is very close to the scriptures cultivated by the Miao people, it is the Xuanhuang scriptures that incorporate different arts.

Huo Wu's eyes froze slightly, this He Qi is from the Miao nationality?
Just thinking about it like this, only to hear the sound of flowing gold, followed by He Qi's palm, and a bright red flower burst out.

Immediately, the master rang loudly.

The queen was amazed to see it, with a rare and appreciative smile on her face.

In contrast, Yan Wushuang's smile seemed much more restrained, and Huo Wu noticed that her eyes were more on He Qi himself.

Suddenly, Yan Wushuang looked over and met Huo Wu, as if he felt her gaze, Huo Wu didn't show any panic or flattery, just nodded slightly, and then calmly turned his gaze back to Huo Wu. on He Qi's body.

Coincidentally at this time, He Qi's gaze also turned up, "Second Miss, I dare to give you this beautiful crape myrtle flower."

As he said that, the person has already moved forward with small steps, and in a blink of an eye, he handed it to Huo Wu.

Everyone followed He Qi and looked at Huo Wu, waiting for her to accept the flower, but she refused instead.

"I accepted the wish, but I will not accept the flower."

(End of this chapter)