High-priced businesswoman: Princess does not compete for favor

Chapter 71 Yuanmao Forest 6
"This is my space, do you like it?" Yan Qingcheng transmitted sound into the space with his thoughts.

Little Bodhi grinned happily, "I like it, I like it here, sister."

Ji Qingcheng's heart was warmed by Little Bodhi's sudden call of sister.

"Since you've decided to follow me, I'll give you a name. From now on, you'll be called Doll."

"Well, doll, it sounds good." Little Bodhi smiled happily, looking around in the space.

Suddenly, a pair of wings grew out of Little Bodhi's back and flew into the air. Even where she was standing, a tree suddenly appeared.

Ya Ya narrowed his eyes slightly, and came into the space in a flash. "Qingqing, you've made a lot of money. This is a thousand-year-old bodhi tree."

Yaya observed the bodhi tree transformed by the doll, and said with emotion.Yi Qingcheng sensed the bodhi tree, and there was a strong fragrance around it. She couldn't help being a little surprised, and the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened.

"My name is Yaya." Yaya said while looking at the doll flying in mid-air.

"Take care of me, I'm a doll." The doll also grinned, Yaya is quite handsome when she's not fierce.

Xiaobao's voice immediately rang out, and he started talking with Yaya and Doll.

Niu Qingcheng sensed a few little guys in the space and smiled, but this place is getting more and more lively.

Afterwards, they spoke briefly to Yulu and Baili Cangyue, and the three of them prepared to collect some medicinal herbs before leaving the forest.

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When the three of them left the depths of the forest and walked towards the periphery, they heard the sound of swords and swords killing, as well as the aura of monsters.

In addition to the three of them, there are other people coming to this forest. It seems that where there are treasures, sacrifices are inevitable.

"Miss, Uncle, there is a sound of fighting ahead, Yulu will go and have a look first." Niu Qingcheng nodded, and Yulu's figure disappeared in place.

When Baili Cangyue saw that Yulu, the maid next to Xun Qingcheng, was a junior master of the green rank, she couldn't help but pay more attention to Xun Qingcheng.

Not long after, Yulu had returned to Yan Qingcheng.

"Miss, there are a few people who were besieged by a group of monsters. Those people don't look like our Dongli, but they look like Beisheng."

Yan Qingcheng turned his beautiful eyes, and said with a light smile, "Go and see a free show, you don't just have the opportunity to watch the **** war if you want to watch it."

Baili Cangyue smiled dotingly when she heard what Yan Qingcheng said, this little woman really likes to watch the excitement.

However, the night is long and the journey is long. The past few days are indeed very busy, and it is good to relax occasionally.

After thinking about it, his figure flickered, and he followed up with Qingqingcheng and Yulu in front of him, found a tree trunk close to Qingqingcheng and sat on it, admiring the **** war that Qingqingcheng said.

The few people below were in dire straits, and the few people on the tree watched with relish.

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In other words, when Qing Qingcheng saw those monsters and semi-planted humans on the ground, his eyes were full of surprise.

They haven't encountered many monsters in the past few days, so they all gathered here.

Yan Qingcheng blinked his eyes and watched the show with a playful face. It would be nice if there were some melon seeds or potato chips to eat.

In fact, what Qing Qingcheng didn't know was that she killed all the big monsters in the forest.

The remaining middle-level or low-level little monsters couldn't sense their boss' aura, so of course they didn't dare to move forward.

So they chose a relatively weak team to vent their inner anger.

Hateful human beings, if they killed their captain and boss, wouldn't they be angry?

"Giggle giggling." A burst of silver bell-like laughter appeared in mid-air.

Those who were fighting on the ground were all attracted by that voice and looked up.

It turned out to be a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, sitting on a tree trunk, looking at them who were fighting to the death on the ground with an expression of watching a play.

(End of this chapter)