Madam, be merciful!

Chapter 59

The familiar fragrance of evening primrose wafted from Wei Liang's embrace, and Shao Qing, who was buried in someone's arms, was scorched tenderly and tenderly.

She did an amazing thing.

She was embraced by the world-renowned city lord of the city that never sleeps!
Shao Qing was trembling all over, not knowing whether it was anger or excitement, she pushed hard, but couldn't push it away, a man's deep voice came from beside her ear: "This seat is just borrowing you to keep warm, what are you doing so excited? ?”

Shao Qingkuai turned his nose in anger, "Who is excited?"

"Why are you trembling if you're not excited?" The city lord's tone was also tinged with a smile, he let go of Shao Qing, and said softly: "Okay, let's go out first."

Secretly cursing a few words in the bottom of her heart, Shao Qing walked aside sullenly, squatted down slowly, bit her index finger and began to draw a spell.

The stone slab on the secret room was slowly opened, and light came in.

Shao Qing looked at the dazzling red light that fell from the photo, with a somewhat dazed expression.

Just going out like this, I always feel a little...unbelievable?

Shao Qing himself didn't know how he was feeling at the moment.

Seeing that Shao Qing was still in a daze, the city lord stretched out his arms around her waist and led her to leap onto the square platform.

The sword casting palace was still full of flames, but there was no scorching heat when it came, and the blood in the sword casting pool was calm, and everything in the palace seemed to have lost the support of some kind of power, and it was depressed.

As soon as he saw the blood-red Sword Forging Palace and touched the memories that he didn't want to recall in his heart, Shao Qing suddenly felt bad.

The Lord City Lord walked to the edge of the square platform and looked down, "Why is there no sword in the blood pool?"

Shao Qing's heart skipped a beat, "Yes, where is the sword?"

"Such a large pool of blood can only be formed by the death of many people."

"Yes, a lot of people died." Shao Qingdong looked around, not knowing what he was looking for, and replied absent-mindedly.

The eyes of the Lord City Master suddenly darkened, "I heard that the fourth Pavilion Master of Feng Pavilion died in this sword casting pool."

Shao Qing, who was about to pick out a bead from the stone slab in the secret room, was overjoyed, but didn't hear what the city lord was saying, and hurriedly put the bead into his pocket and hid it.

"Speaking of which, Xiao Qingyue is still half of my senior sister, it's just a pity..."

Shao Qing heard clearly this time, she was stunned, and something exploded in her mind.

Half, senior sister?
A handsome but slightly immature face appeared in his mind.

Junior brother on the thirteenth day!
The memory goes back to five years ago, on Biyun Mountain, the season when peach blossoms were in full bloom.

Ming Ming is not very old, but he likes to teach her with a serious face: "Are you a girl after all, is there anyone like you who runs all over the mountain in pants with slits?"

She just looked at him innocently and said nothing, the young man helped his forehead helplessly, and said: "Forget it, you take off your pants when you go back later, and I will sew for you... Stop! Who told you to take it off here!"

(End of this chapter)