Doting on the Immortal: Princess Xiaoyao

Chapter 289 For You, It Doesn’t Matter To Die 1
There is no upper palace, no upper palace.

Su Mi sat on a chair made of black gold, holding a mirror to look at her face.

A head of purple-red hair was draped behind him, and he was dressed in a black robe. The pupils of his eyes were erect, emitting a dark green cold light.

Looking at this evil face, Su Mi squinted her eyes, this is not his body, his body has been smashed to pieces, if he hadn't been vigilant back then, I'm afraid his soul would have disappeared along with his body.

For 500 years, he has followed the owner of this body for several reincarnations, so that after each reincarnation, this body will more or less retain his demon power until this life.

Originally, if it wasn't for his demonic power, the owner of this body might not be able to live for long, but he was also provided with a body to live in, and when the soul of this body was still awake, he was given a place to cultivate his health and rest. Time, and although this body is not as strong as his previous life, it complements him exceptionally.

Touching her cheek, Su Mi raised her head to look at Wuji and Si Luan who were kneeling in the hall.

"You guys, what do you want to say?"

Si Luan hurriedly kowtowed: "Thank you, the Holy King, for letting us out of the demon-locking mirror. It's just... I can just watch helplessly as Fuyou Daoist robs Shen Li, servants deserve to die, please ask the Holy King to come down!"

Su Mi put down the mirror and looked at Wu Ji and Si Luan, the atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment.

Finally, Su Mi spoke up: "Do you have something to tell this king?"

Su Mi's words were always cold and her tone was always slow, but Si Luan could hear the chill in it.

Did the king know something?
Looking sideways at Wuji, Si Luan shook her head: "This slave girl knows everything about the Holy King, but she can't stop talking, so I don't know what the Holy King is talking about."

Wuji followed suit and said, "This subordinate doesn't know."

"Boom."

Suddenly, a person was thrown out in the darkness.

Si Luan looked up, her face turned pale immediately, it turned out to be Tong Ling.

Tong Ling looked haggard, obviously frightened.

Quickly got up and knelt down, Tong Ling said: "Little demon Tong Ling, see the Holy King."

Su Mi picked up the mirror again and looked at his face. He was missing his former body, but unfortunately, he could never go back.

The atmosphere became thinner again, and Tong Ling was trembling with fright.

Si Luan bit her lip and didn't dare to vent her anger. She didn't know what Su Mi was referring to. Since Su Mi found out that Tong Ling was hidden in the Supreme Palace by herself, did she also know about the demon fire?

No, no, Tong Ling is also involved in this matter, she will not expose herself, and she will not expose herself, because if she dares to say that the person who set off the demon fire is her, Si Luan, she will also die Die with Tong Ling!

Thinking of this, Si Luan felt relieved.

"hiss."

Suddenly, Tong Ling suddenly felt a force lock her neck, and was immediately lifted up and swung in the air.

"Holy...Holy King..."

Tong Ling struggled, but couldn't break free at all, she looked at Su Mi in horror.

Su Mi just said coldly: "Say."

Tong Ling's eyes flickered for a moment, she looked sideways at Si Luan, and Si Luan also looked at her.

In the end, Tong Ling glanced at Wuji who was on the side.

"Holy...Holy King...the one who released the demon fire, it's...it's him!"

"Boom."

Tong Ling was thrown down so hard that her bones were about to shatter.

(End of this chapter)