Turn From Eunuch Into Empress

The red slowly appeared, but the white shadow flashed wildly in front of him and went straight to the palm of Rong Lin's hand.

She didn't blink. Her hand was like electricity. As soon as she grabbed it and threw it, young master Bai rolled head down into the quilt. She rolled away in the blink of an eye.

He copied the dead man's fruit, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls, sank his neck and swallowed it.

"Ha ha ha." Rong Lin slightly raised his eyebrows. It seemed that he was very happy by everyone and animals.

"Squeaky squeaky." young master Bai struggled to get up from his quilt and cried heartbroken.

"Hoo ~" but the frost didn't care about them. After swallowing the fruit, it felt warm and clear springs, swept through the meridians, and the corners slowly became comfortable.

Suddenly, there was a warm piece on his back. However, Shuang was about to move, but he found that he couldn't move again.

The heart was just shocked and angry, and suddenly a determined domineering spirit rushed into all parts of her body from the place where she met behind. The place she passed aroused bursts of tingling and pain, and then became very comfortable.

When Rong Lin retreated leisurely, she was breathing comfortably and the Lingtai was clear. It seemed that she could jump twice when she stayed here.

I couldn't help but spread out my palm wonderfully and looked at it in surprise.

"It's not enough to eat one, and then one a year, even three years, it's almost done." Rong Lin plays with little white childe again. Fat Tuan Tuan is playing coquettish with his fingers and crying. It's clear that he wants to beg for food.

However, Shuang secretly despised and was ashamed. She simply looked away and pretended that she didn't know someone. She frowned and said, "three years, such a long time?"

"It's not long." Rong Lin stretched out a long jade like finger and poked the little white childe, "human soul is a mysterious thing. Your body is stable and should have a heavy obsession, but because you have a heavy sin, you're temporarily depressed. Let me ask you, have you ever been out of control?"

Naturally, if it weren't for being out of control, she would have run away long ago and left this leisure.

Seeing her gnashing her teeth and not speaking, it can be regarded as acquiescence.

Rong Lin turned back slowly, just looking at her, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

I don't know whether it's a real smile or a fake smile.

However, Shuang's heart was slightly calm and stayed neatly. He went three steps away from Rong Lin and knelt down to call the master.

Suddenly, the white shadow flashed in front of him, and he was forced on his arm. No matter how Shuang bowed down, he didn't move a bit. When I looked closely, it was a white boot that was spotless and made the winter snow ashamed. I could see some strange four unlike animal patterns embroidered with gold.

The boots happened to hold her arm so that she couldn't bow down.

Provoked the slender Mo eyebrow, but Shuang raised her little bloody face and looked at the man incomprehensibly.

Mingming was just in a hurry to ask her to go to the teacher. Why do you have to go back now?

"Do you want me to worship?" the tone was not very impatient. Although she had a good mind to use, she was happy to be free without worship.

"You can worship," said Rong Lin, not angry at her rudeness. He laid down his feet, bent a finger and knocked on the table, "listen to my door rules first."

And door rules? Isn't he the master of Rongyue country? What sects are there?

However, Shuang pursed her lips and decided to listen first: "what door rules?"

"Worship me as a teacher and meet three conditions."

There are three more conditions, but frost skims his mouth.

"Third, you should have good character. Although you kill people like hemp and have a cold temper, you still talk about moral principles. Your roots are also excellent. You are a martial arts genius."

It seemed to be praised, but frost moved his eyebrows and raised his head proudly almost imperceptibly.

"Second, be on call to be a teacher. After all, being a teacher is boring. Taking you is also a waste of time." after a pause, he looked at ran Shuang's speechless expression and continued with great satisfaction. "In addition, he should remain mysterious to the outside world. He can't let the world know that you are my disciple."

However, Shuang was speechless at first, which was the second condition. Considering that the admission of Rongyue state's Grand Master seemed to be a very important national event. It would be troublesome, so it's better to omit these.

"What about the first one?"

"The first, the most important." Rong Lin stopped his hand and stared at her up and down. "It's to be good-looking. The national teacher of Rongyue country has never had a generation with poor appearance."

"You," Rong Lin seemed to tilt his head slightly and thought about the wording, "you can see it."

However, Frost's speechless degree reached a certain peak.

Is beauty the most important? Pretty good?

But worship a teacher is not a beauty pageant. Why should she be judged.

As soon as she shook her hand, she wanted to stop worshipping on the spot, but she felt that the fruit she used to continue her life and calm her nerves should be taken from the old monster's hand, and she could not become eternal hatred.

Then he gritted his teeth and asked, "so now can I worship a teacher?"

"Well, the conditions are rough, you can worship the teacher." said Rong Lin, poured a cup of tea himself and handed it to ran Shuang's hand.

However Shuang took it and bowed forward without expression. The cup in her hand was raised over her head, and her head was slightly lower to the ground, masking her. At the moment, her eyes flashed slightly: "disciple ran Shuang, meet the master."

With a light hand, the cup closed slightly, and the crisp sound wrinkled up a quiet room. Then it seemed to be put on the table. With a light hand, the whole person was held up by a light floating force.

However, Shuang stood up straight and was still a little stunned.

Hearing that Rong Lin began to ask others, "when I came here, I clearly saw two waves of people and horses trying to kill you. Who did you provoke so much hatred?" the tone was very interesting.

However, Shuang twisted her eyebrows and made a white eye: "I don't know. Maybe whoever in the palace wants my life."

"Oh?" Rong Lin grabbed a small white tail from his sleeve, dragged out a fat shadow, and suggested carelessly, "look, you're in deep trouble in the Daqi palace, but you have to go to Rongyue with your teacher?"

However, frost Gujing's eye waves move like a deep spring. When you go to Rongyue, you can throw away all the rights and wrongs of Daqi and draw a salary directly.

And with the skill and status of this cheap master, you can certainly bully others and confuse the Jianghu in the future.

Just in front of me, a blue corner of my clothes flashed, and the laughter like a silver bell seemed to be calling something; All over the world, Kongming lights flickered, shining boundless night, and fireworks dotted the curtain, which also lit up the same thing he put in the white palm; Under the moonlight, there was a peerless face with a touch of dazzling blood and a sad smile. He let her go and leave him alone

"Why, you don't want to?" Rong Lin's head was slightly sideways. Jie Yu had no time to call cardamom women's jealous face. Under the dim yellow light, she spread a beautiful arc, which is generally indistinguishable between male and female.

However, Shuang clenched her palm and stabbed her fingertips into the flesh of the palm, causing a heart piercing pain.

Slightly lowered his head, covered his eyes with long and dense crow feather like eyelashes, and said, "here, I still have some things to do."

"Do you have someone you care about?"

"No," he said firmly.

"Why is that?"

"There is no revenge." he snorted from his nose, but Shuang proudly raised his fine jaw. The whole person was like a curvaceous black swan, or a clear crane in a cold and lofty realm.

The eyes were white and clear, the firmness of black Tian Tian, and the moment of flow seemed to flash through the vicissitudes that could not match the age.

Invisible, it exudes a breathtaking courage.

Rong Lin's eyes were slightly restrained. He smiled, put down the tea, "click" and said, "OK, I'll pass on your martial arts first, so as not to see you again. You've been dead many times."