Evil Millet Bug: Nine-year-old Concubine

Chapter 45

Shang Mo raised his lips, swaggered up from his chair, and was about to go up, when at this moment, a shadow as white as snow and as fast as a gust of wind swooped down from the sky, startling the people on the shore into an uproar. Just when people thought that the shadow was about to dive into the water, it suddenly changed its direction by the wind, and its flying speed also slowed down. Incomparable painting boat.

Only then did people see clearly that the lightning-fast shadow turned out to be a snow-white, elegant and proud jade eagle.

Shang Mo was also attracted by this change and stopped in his tracks. He saw a proud bird come in through the window, fluttered its wings and flew towards Ming Qihan, who was dressed in fiery red and sitting lazily, and finally landed steadily. on his shoulders.

"Huh?" Shang Mo's eyes lit up, usually only when she found a baby, she would have such an expression: "What a beautiful bird."

As soon as Shang Mo called it a little bird, the arrogant jade eagle seemed to be unhappy. It flapped a few times arrogantly, and honked a few times hostilely at the little doll whose eyes were shining brightly for its idea.

Ming Qihan unexpectedly restrained the vague smile on his lips, Shang Mo's heart tightened, and he also felt that the atmosphere was not right: "What's wrong?"

Ming Qihan ignored Shang Mo, and his body, which was leaning lazily on the chair, was slightly straightened, and one hand landed on Yuying's neck. The originally restless bird finally calmed down. Taking out the note from the small bamboo tube hanging on the eagle's neck, he saw Ming Qihan's phoenix eyes suddenly froze, his face suddenly sank, his complexion changed, and an unprecedented coldness permeated his whole body.

Shang Mo secretly swallowed his saliva, it was the first time she saw this cynical guy with such a serious expression, the cold air emanating from his body suddenly tightened his throat and made him speechless.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

"Ying, send Shang Mo back." Ming Qihan ignored Shang Mo, and suddenly stood up with a flick of his sleeve.

As soon as the words fell, a silent shadow suddenly stood behind Shang Mo, which gave Shang Mo a big jump. Heck.

"Yes, master." Ying took the order in a low voice, covering his face with a black cloth all the year round, keeping a serious voice, his voice without any ups and downs, like a lifeless stone.

"Why!" Shang Mo frowned, very displeased, she, Shang Mo, is not someone who can be manipulated by others, he will come when he asks her, and she will leave when he asks her, why?

When Shang Mo called out, Ming Qihan paused and frowned, but still patiently turned around and looked at the troublesome little thing: "Don't lose your temper, be obedient."

Shang Mo was dumbfounded at this moment, and was speechless by Ming Qihan's sudden and rather strange words. This guy suddenly became serious, which really made people feel guilty, but...be obedient...what is this? Tone, who are they with whom!

Seeing that Shang Mo didn't sing the opposite, Ming Qihan slowly raised the corners of his lips, and returned to his previous casualness, but those sharp phoenix eyes were still extremely sharp, hiding the sharpness, and his eyes suddenly glanced at the shadows, as if It was a signal to give an order. In a blink of an eye, the fiery red figure burst out of the ship, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Please." Yingmian lowered his head expressionlessly, although he said "please", the tone was clearly not negotiable.

Shang Mo's face darkened. At this moment, she is not interested in any boning beauties, so let's go.

The top floor of the painting boat.

The ink hair of the woman in Tsing Yi is like water, and her fair skin seems to be broken by blows and bullets. Her frowns, smiles, eyebrows and eyes are all incomparable in the world. The slender and tall figure of the woman is half leaning against the window, borrowing the unique design and terrain of the painting boat, You can see clearly the inside and outside of the painting boat.

Zhao Fenghua curled his red lips in interest, he didn't expect to see that young master here today, let alone his performance today is quite unexpected.

Suddenly a red shadow jumped out onto the shore, and quickly disappeared from her sight. Zhao Fenghua restrained the charm and grace of a woman in the world, his eyes froze, and a hint of vigilance floated into his beautiful eyes in an instant.

It was obvious that he was a master, but he didn't expect that person to enter Chunjiang Tower without attracting her attention at all. It seemed that this person was well hidden, and he was definitely not an ordinary person.

Suddenly there was a gust of breeze, and a cold and indifferent breath suddenly appeared. Zhao Fenghua paused, and a look of respect rose on his brows. The blue figure immediately stood upright, turned around, knelt down, and saluted with lowered eyebrows: "Fenghua welcomes the master."

"En." A faint and indifferent voice sounded, and there was a faint slender white standing with hands covered. Under the silver moon mask, those deep and stern eyes were like broken stars, like a bottomless pit full of suction, which made people afraid Facing each other, I'm afraid that if we meet each other, we will get lost in it and find no way out. His white shirt is upright, like a celestial being exiled from the sky, without any trace of human breath, and is so cold that it exudes a distant chill.

The master came in person, could it be that something is going to happen?
"Master..." Zhao Fenghua lowered his eyebrows, and thought for a while in secret. Logically, her Chunjiang Tower has established a first-class intelligence collection system. But so far, she has not received any news that is not good for the master. I don't know why the master came here this time...

"The various sects are coming to Hancheng, and the demon sect is also among them." Meng Lingkuang's words were concise, his gentle and clear voice was slightly alienated, and his steady voice was too pleasant, no matter what time it was, it was so calm Surprised, people have never been able to detect the slightest emotion from his too calm and gentle voice.

Meng Lingkuang's deep black eyes seemed to be supercilious, except for the depth, there was no trace to be found, just like a thick deep sea, no matter how big a stone you throw, it will not give you any response.

The long and slender figure of moonlight passed Zhao Fenghua, who was kneeling on the ground, and stood by the window along the river with his hands folded. When he passed by her, he could only feel a ray of cold and strange fragrance passing by his ears along with the wind. One ten-thousandth less than his gentle but frivolous temperament.

Meng Lingkuang's eyes never fell on the overly beautiful woman in blue shirt who was kneeling on the ground, and she didn't even intend to wake up Zhao Fenghua from just now, her faint voice fell to the ground, as if there was no trace of emotion mixed in .

But as soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Fenghua's beautiful fair face suddenly turned pale with panic, and immediately lowered his head, not even daring to lift his head: "This subordinate has neglected his duty, please punish him, master."

She, Zhao Fenghua, thinks she is the master's most powerful falcon, and if there is any disturbance in the mainland of Kyushu, she will never escape her eyes, but this time she only knows that last time Qi Shidie brought his people to appear in Han Country In the territory, she didn't know that other sects and even members of the Demon Sect were also coming in this direction. This was the biggest mistake she had ever made in her life!

(End of this chapter)