Agent Evil Concubine

Chapter 392 A Lesson to the Enemy (3)
In fact, it was false that she invited herself to have a meal, but it was true that she invited herself to sit down and rest.And the reason why she invited herself to sit down and not let herself stand in the side room like her subordinates, which was slightly inferior, was...

He secretly thanked himself for breaking the window and rushing into the wing room last night, preventing her frenziedly frantically plucking the thin strings of the bloody pipa, which made her bloody fingertips even more wounded!
Shangguan Ningyue stopped lazily caressing her palms, and looked at the phantom silver wolf with a smile in her jade eyes: "My tremella and lotus seed soup should be stewed, you go and bring it. Don't forget, take an extra set of tableware!"

"This subordinate understands, this subordinate will go now."

As soon as the silver wolf's extremely respectful words fell, his figure retreated like a sharp arrow off its string, and disappeared into the wing room in an instant.

Before Old Man Tianji arrived at the Wuming Villa, although Shangguan Ningyue felt very hungry, she didn't have the slightest appetite for breakfast.

Now, the old man Tianji has already carried Xuanyuan Yan to the underground stone chamber to heal his wounds.Thinking of the drowsy Xuanyuan Yan, who would soon wake up, Shangguan Ningyue not only improved her appetite, but also felt extremely happy.

therefore--

Shangguan Ningyue, with a charming smile on her stunning face, looked at Qingbao with her rippling jade eyes, and said with a soft smile: "Qingbao, my appetite is very good now, go to the kitchen to get a plate of sugar-fried peanuts Rice, a plate of dry-fried crispy salted peanuts, and a few plates of delicious snacks!"

"Yes!"

Seeing that the concubine and master, who had been unable to swallow food for many days, was finally ready to have a full breakfast, Qingbao was naturally very happy, and his figure immediately rushed out of the door of the wing like lightning.

Soon, the silver wolf and green leopard who went to fetch food reappeared in the wing room.

Put a plate of spiced almond cake, a plate of walnut crisp cake, a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice cake, a plate of sugar-fried peanuts, a plate of dry-fried salted peanuts, and put them on the golden nanmu table one after another. The green leopard stood quietly behind Shangguan Ningyue's left.

After placing a pair of ivory chopsticks, a blue and white porcelain bowl, and a blue and white porcelain spoon in front of Shangguan Ningyue and Xiao Han, Silver Wolf opened the porcelain cup containing tremella lotus seed soup.

In the blue and white porcelain bowl in front of Shangguan Ningyue, a full, sweet and fragrant white fungus and lotus seed soup was scooped up.

The silver wolf with his hands behind his back, although he stood back on the right back of Shangguan Ningyue, his slightly raised jaw was facing Xiao Han, the Prince of the North Wing, arrogantly and coldly in the morning wind.

The meaning of Silver Wolf's movement of raising his jaw could not be more obvious.

"My princess and master, I just invited you to have breakfast politely, but I didn't let me serve it for you. So, if you want to eat white fungus and lotus seed soup, you can make it yourself!"

Glancing at the silver wolf with its jaw raised high, Xiao Han gave him an unfriendly attitude. The expressionless Xiao Han lowered his head suddenly, and scooped up the sweet and tangy white fungus and lotus seed soup into the blue and white porcelain bowl by himself. .

After eating half a bowl of white fungus and lotus seed soup, he put two or three pieces of snacks into the porcelain plate a little closer to his face and put them into his thin lips, Xiao Han stopped eating.

In the entire wing room, except for Shangguan Ningyue who was still bowing his head slightly, enjoying the sweet white fungus and lotus seed soup, and the crisp sound of the spoon touching the porcelain bowl, the atmosphere seemed a little deserted for a while.

Shangguan Ningyue, who had eaten all the white fungus and lotus seed soup in the porcelain cup, ate a piece of each snack before leaning back comfortably on the back of the chair.

Reaching out to pick up a handful of salted melon seeds, Shangguanyue, with a leisurely expression, began to crack the shells of the melon seeds.

After a cup of tea, on the golden nanmu table in front of Shangguan Ningyue, a small black hill made of melon seed shells was piled up high.

At the same time, outside the Wuming Villa, the Chief Guardian of the Ghost Curse Sect in black, saw the black totem between the iron plates in his palm start to rotate, and knew that the Devil Emperor had used magic power to heal Xuanyuanyan, and was at the moment of being powerless to injure the enemy.

"Entry!"

With a high wave of his arm, the Chief Guardian of the Ghost Curse Sect gave an order with a shuddering sound.

According to the black totem iron plate given by the devil, guided by the slender iron piece like a pointer, he led the other 99 guardians and rushed towards the wing room of the south courtyard of Wuming Villa.

In an instant, the south courtyard wing room was located on the east wall of the corridor, and the powerful palm wind from the hundreds of guardians of the ghost curse gate blasted out a huge door opening.

At the same time as the door opening in the wall exploded open, the black figures of the hundreds of guardians of the Ghost Curse Sect rushed into the wing like black lightning bolts, shoulder to shoulder and feet folded.

It seemed that he didn't hear the explosion sound of the wall on the east side being shattered by the wind.

As if he didn't see what was opposite him, suddenly a hundred men in black with blood-red masks charged in, like a wave breaking a dike, brandishing sharp machetes.

Shangguan Ningyue, who had a half-smile on her cherry lips, pinched a plump melon seed from her left palm with the index finger and thumb of her right hand, pressed it to Qiong's nose and smelled the fragrance.

Then, Shangguan Ningyue slightly lifted her right wrist, and the white teeth smashed the full melon seed shell, first sent the fragrant melon seed kernels into her lips, and then put the two-petal melon seed shell on the table The top of the "black hill".

Shangguan Ningyue did not give any instructions to the hundreds of Guardians of the Ghost Curse Sect who broke through the wall, so the four elders in the south, east, west, north, and phantom silver wolf and green leopard naturally would not move.

The eyes of the few of them just looked at the enemy opposite.

This kind of calm gaze and calm attitude, as if it was not the enemy who broke into the room, but the naughty wild monkeys from the back mountain, who strayed into the trap set up by the hunter. More dead than alive.

The four elders in the south, east, west, and northwest, as well as the phantom silver wolf and green leopard stood silently, and the guardians of the ghost curse gate who broke into the wing room did not immediately start a bloody killing.

As for the leader, the Chief Guardian of the Ghost Spell Sect, his gaze was firmly fixed between the black iron plates in his palm.

Seeing the totem between the black iron plates, it suddenly rolled up into the air, first turned into a puff of black smoke, flew to the back of Shangguan Ningyue, then turned into thick black ink, and fell on Shangguan Ningyue Between the ground behind.

The Chief Guardian of Ghost Curse Sect threw away the iron plate in his palm, poked his finger at Shangguan Ningyue's back quickly, and said in a sinister voice: "Everyone, move, the target is under the ground of the wing!"

Hearing that the target person was about to kill him, behind Shangguan Ningyue, who was currently burying his head in cracking melon seeds, the totem that had turned into thick black ink was sprinkled on the floor of the bunk room to heal his wounds.

The sharp machetes in the hands of all the guardians of the ghost curse door were suddenly raised high.

Just as the guardians of the ghost curse gate were about to rush to the back of Shangguan Ningyue, they used the sharp machetes in their hands to split the flat ground behind Shangguan Ningyue, and when they entered the stone room to claim the lives of Xuanyuanyan and Old Man Tianji, they were still low. With her head down, Shangguan Ningyue, who used her fingernails to peel melon seeds, sent her sweet laughter, as sweet as honey, into the ears of the Guardian of the Ghost Curse Sect with the morning wind.

(End of this chapter)