Shocking little poisonous concubine: Don't mess with me, my lord

The two continued to walk forward, and the further they walked inside, they would find that they seemed to have come to another world, and it was like a fairyland inside.

Roman is flying around, resplendent and resplendent, bursting with music, but those people are like phantoms.

It's like a memory.

Suddenly a soldier hurried past Shen Qingran, Chu Luohan hurriedly pulled her behind, and was about to make a move, only to find that the soldier passed by them.

Shen Qingran's eyes widened, what's going on?

Even Chu Luohan found it very strange.

I don't know when, the scene in front of me has changed, the palace seems to have been reorganized, the carved beams and painted buildings are majestic and majestic, and there is a man sitting on the throne.

Bright eyes, handsome face, wearing a black brocade robe, with a black gold and purple crown on his head, his cultivation level is unpredictable.

"Report, the high priest is about to leave the customs, is His Royal Highness ready to welcome him?" the soldier knelt down and asked.

His Royal Highness?

They saw the scene of the demons?

Shen Qingran turned around and wanted to say something to Chu Luohan, but Chu Luohan stretched out his hand to cover her mouth, motioning her to continue reading!

"Why don't you go?" Mo Jun put down the pen in his hand, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

The sky and the earth shook, and the mountain range seemed to be broken. He stood at the foot of the mountain, and the sky in the distance had turned blood red, as if a fire was burning.

The mountains in the distance suddenly collapsed.

The shaking between heaven and earth also stopped.

The smile on the corner of his mouth became brighter and brighter, and those people standing behind him were all kneeling on the ground at this moment, not daring to raise their heads at all.

Petals fell.

He stretched out his hand to catch a petal, which turned out to be a lotus flower, but the petal was obviously shrunk a lot, so he gently held it in his hand.

"Welcome to the High Priest!" Everyone was in unison.

What kind of person is that!

Shen Qingran still can't forget it.

Dressed in white, handsome.The star pupils twinkled with a little bit of starlight, with a bit of coldness, and there was an indifference that rejected people and thousands of miles away.

Such an evildoer, with an unrivaled elegance, his black hair poured down like flowing clouds, scattered around his waist, with a somewhat scattered, elegant temperament.

At this moment, Shen Qingran only felt that there was no high priest of the demon clan, and that such a beautiful woman was born as pure as a banished fairy from the sky.

"You are the new Demon Lord Mo Shaoling?" Her voice was ethereal.

His Majesty the Demon Lord, who usually kills decisively and unsmilingly, was smiling all the time today, which made the people present wonder if they were dazzled.

Suddenly the woman in the picture turned around to look in the direction where Shen Qingran and Chu Luohan were, and smiled.

This smile is even more incomparably gentle, and this smile makes Shen Qingran feel that everything in this world is like her foil, indistinguishable from each other, and everything is eclipsed.

Shen Qingran even felt that she could see them.

She opened her mouth slightly, as if she was saying to Shen Qingran: "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

What happened after that, Shen Qingran no longer remembered, a stabbing pain came from her mind, and a calling came from her ear.

"Ah Qing, Ah Qing! Wake up!" Chu Luohan's anxious voice was next to her ear.

Shen Qingran slowly opened her eyes: "What's wrong with me!"

Seeing her wake up, Chu Luohan hugged her tightly in his arms: "It's good if you wake up, Ah Qing, do you have any discomfort in your body, let me take a good look!"

Only at this moment did Shen Qingran realize that she had fainted at some point. Chu Luohan held her in his arms, cared for her tenderly, and her eyes were full of unconcealable pity and anxiety.

She smiled: "I'm fine, what's wrong with me?"

"Suddenly fainted, is there something wrong with Ah Qing's body? Or is the injury getting worse!" Chu Luohan slowly injected his own spiritual power into Shen Qingran's body.

"Luo Han, I'm fine, I just saw some pictures, but I clearly remember that you are by my side too?" Shen Qingran was a little strange, obviously she was standing with Chu Luohan.

"What picture? I didn't see anything. You suddenly passed out while we were walking!" Chu Luohan was full of doubts!

"You didn't see anything?" Shen Qingran wanted to sit up in surprise, but found that she had no strength at all.

Chu Luohan hurriedly continued to input spiritual power, "Don't worry, just tell me slowly what happened, I'm always here!"

Shen Qingran coughed twice.

"I just saw the high priest of the demon clan, and the demon king of the demon clan!"

Chu Luohan's face was slightly solemn, "Besides that, what else did you see?"

Shen Qingran's complexion was slightly pale: "I also saw the name of the high priest called Mozu Mojun, Mo Shaoling, Luo Han, do you know this name?"

"I know, according to the ancient records, the name of the last Demon Lord of the Demon Clan was called by this name, but this Demon Lord disappeared before the Great War. According to legend, he fell, and later his younger brother inherited the Demon Lord's position!" Chu Luo Han's obsidian-like eyes were turning slightly, as if he was thinking about some problems.

"It's okay, Ah Qing, I will be by your side, you have a good rest!" After Chu Luohan kissed Shen Qingran lightly on the top of the head, he picked up Shen Qingran and continued walking forward.

This corridor seems to have no end.

Shen Qingran leaned against Chu Luohan's arms and closed her eyes, but her consciousness seemed to have drifted to a farther place. She wanted to raise her hand to grab Chu Luohan's clothes, but found that her limbs were stretched. Like being frozen.

She seemed to have lost control of her body, she couldn't move at all.

This feeling is like being pressed by a ghost.

The sound of fighting came from her ears, she turned around and felt that the light in front of her eyes seemed a little dazzling.

"Why are you doing this?" The voice sounded a little helpless, and it seemed to be admonishing.

"Sister, I will support you in whatever you want to do, so why are the things I do really unacceptable to the world?" The woman seemed to be complaining, but she seemed to be fighting for reason!

"I never did what you did that is not acceptable to the world, I just think you have wronged you too much!" She seemed to feel sorry for the woman in front of her, who should have enjoyed unlimited pampering in the boudoir.

But now he is forced to suffer the scolding and blame of the world outside.

It is also possible to bear the infamy of the whole life. Is the result of doing so really worth it?

Shen Qingran looked at the two people in front of her, one was as passionate as fire, and the other was as fresh as lotus, they were so beautiful, especially their eyes were like stars in the sky.