Evil Millet Bug: Nine-year-old Concubine

Chapter 66

"Hmm..." The corners of Qi Cheng's mouth twitched, his expression a little awkward, this woman actually knows how to praise others.

"How are you?" After a pause, Qi Cheng changed the subject and asked instead.

Shang Mo should be worrying about Xuanji's ninth important decision recently, and he doesn't know if he has made a breakthrough recently.

Shang Mo crossed his chest with one hand and rested his hand on his chin, frowned, and thoughtfully said: "I have already practiced the peak of the eighth level of Xuanji Jue, but unfortunately, I still have no clue to break through the bottleneck encountered in the ninth level." .”

"There's no need to rush this kind of thing." Although Qi Cheng said comforting words, it was obvious from his face that he had already turned black from Shang Mo's anger.

Although it is very clear to those who practice martial arts, many times it is impossible to force one to step into a new realm, and it often depends on a moment of sudden enlightenment, when there is no way out, when there is no way out, and there is another opportunity in the dark, but Shang Mo does not have it at all. Seriously worry about this problem, okay?
The pan moon melts like frost, and although winter is over, the night in early spring is still very quiet and cold, with the cold wind shivering, and Shang Mo is now dressed a little thinly.

At this moment, a faint sound of flute suddenly broke the silence of the night, the sound was deep and melodious, clearer and longer.

Shang Mo's heart moved, this sound quality, this thick and clear voice, can play such an endless sound from outside...

The sudden sound of the flute suddenly attracted Shang Mo's attention. Shang Mo's complexion suddenly changed, and there was an undisguised excitement on his face. Her eyes suddenly lifted up. Shangxie, it was Shangxie's voice...

Could it be Brother Ling Kuang?
Inside the high red wall, the plum trees have withered, and at the end of the dead branches, the residual fragrance is still there.

The moon is hanging on the curtain, the night wind is blowing, on the red wall and tiles, Ming Qihan casually puts on the emperor's robe, with one foot arched, sitting lazily on the roof tiles, the moonlight is pouring down On his body, one feels as if bathing in the long moon spring, his figure is tall and slender, Xiao Shuxuan is tall, the black hair is a little messy by the wind, from the half-opened clothes that have not been neatly dressed can be seen It can be seen that he should have just got up from the couch, and he doesn't know how long he has been sitting here.

There is a faint fragrance and moon, the night is as cool as water, the night wind is blowing, the low and melodious flute sound pours out like water, with an inexplicable and long aftertaste, those long and narrow phoenix eyes are lowered, and the faint fragrance of withered plums is floating.

Suddenly a black shadow fell beside him, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly, Ming Qihan raised his eyes casually, the hand that was attached to the flute slowly dropped, without saying a word.

"Master, the behind-the-scenes owner of Yipinxuan is indeed Qi Shidish..."

Hearing this, Ming Qihan's long and narrow pupils suddenly narrowed, hiding their sharpness.

Ying lowered his voice, and whispered something in Ming Qihan's ear, only to see Ming Qihan's fists under his wide sleeves suddenly clenched, and a frightening cold light came from those pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but made people uncomfortable. The deep eyes that dared to look directly overflowed.

"Ying, I don't want to back down anymore." Ming Qihan's lazy voice resounded faintly in this silent night, with a magnetism that made people both fearful and fascinated, but his tone sounded so relaxed, like Talking about a trivial matter.

"Your Majesty?" This is the first time that Ying calls Ming Qihan that, and calls him master, because he is not accompanying him as a subject of Dahan, he just respects and obeys his master as the master of Mingzong, and now he calls Ming like this Qi Han seemed to be reminding him that he was not only the suzerain of Mingzong, but also the king of a country.

The master has been keeping a low profile for many years, avoiding their edge, and never confronting them head-on. All the sects have always believed that Mingzong is only one of the major sects because of the royal family name. In this place, the belief in martial arts is far higher than the belief in imperial power. In the world of reverence, Ming Zong was nothing to be afraid of, that's why he never turned his attention to deal with Ming Zong.

The purpose of Qi Shidie uniting with other sects this time is because the Shang sect has changed hands, and the young woman is so sharp, which makes them feel threatened, and they must kill this threat in the cradle before giving up. Is the master going to get involved in the sect dispute for a woman?

"They do what they want too much." Ming Qihan narrowed his eyes slightly, it was unfathomable and unfathomable: "I am the emperor of Dahan, the suzerain of Mingzong, how could they be so presumptuous in my vast territory! Besides... ...They are going to deal with little prostitutes, do you want me to stand by and watch?"

Dangerous, very dangerous breath!
"If it is the love of the master's heart..." Ying's back stiffened, and he blurted out unconsciously, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was impossible. Then he thought, if it wasn't so, why would the master show his talents for a woman?

"The love of my heart?" Ming Qihan's eyes lit up when he heard these four fresh words, and he repeated these four words thoughtfully. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and he curled up his lips with a half-smile Suddenly, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he slowly said, "Why not."

Shangfu.

The sudden sound of flute shook Shang Mo's heart, and he was about to cheer up and go after him, when suddenly there was the sound of rushing footsteps in the corridor, before the person arrived, the voice of Nuanyun girl had already arrived.

"It's so hot..." Nuan Yun held the hangover soup that had been reheated so many times in his hands. After the young lady passed out, she couldn't wake up no matter how much she screamed, and she was worried that she would have a headache when she woke up. Although winter had passed , But as the saying goes, spring is cold and cold, spring is not much warmer than winter, don't be careless, in order for the young lady to wake up and drink hot soup at any time, she doesn't know how many times she has reheated this hangover soup.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Qi Cheng behind Shang Mo's eyes suddenly narrowed his eyes, a black shadow flashed, and he disappeared in an instant, as if he had never been here before.

Shang Mo stood there calmly, and suddenly raised his head to see that Shang Mo had already gotten up, still wearing so little clothes and standing outside blowing the air, when the warm cloud became anxious, he quickened his steps to meet him, scolding in an extremely dissatisfied tone Said: "Miss, you really think you are a brass wall and an iron arm, why don't you wear more clothes when you come out!"

The sound of the flute in the ear was extremely faint, faintly visible, and the warm cloud had no internal strength, so naturally he couldn't hear the sound, but Shang Mo looked anxiously at the dark sky, looked at it again, and was still nagging The non-stop Nuan Yun, with an anxious and helpless smile on his face, said: "Nuan Yun, my dear Nuan Yun, I have something important to do now, can I listen to your lesson when I come back?"

Seeing Shang Mo's anxious look, Nuan Yun looked puzzled, but still tugged on Shang Mo's sleeve with concern, and said in a positive way: "No, then I have to drink the hangover soup first."

Shang Mo stared helplessly at Nuan Yun's girl, this girl was really spoiled by her, she drank it in one gulp, Shang Mo finally got the amnesty from Nuan Yun's hands, and immediately jumped up with astonishing speed , In the blink of an eye, that slender and elegant white figure had disappeared from his eyes.

(End of this chapter)