The Harem Rescue Project - Chapter 189

The master Yujing of the Fengyu clan and his master have always been like fire and water, and they have to be ahead of each other everywhere, but this time his master didn’t feel embarrassed. He followed behind and gave way.

Although the entourage was puzzled in his heart, he watched the black sheep taking a mirror leisurely to admire herself, thinking that the master was in a good mood, so he stopped asking, and immediately ordered the team to stop, waiting for the group of Fengyu clan to fly over their heads.

“This shameless black sheep has self-knowledge and gave the way to my master.”

“I don’t even look at my master who was born in a jade tree in the breeze, with brilliance. This black sheep demon has any ability to compete with my master.”

Young Master Yu Jing sat on the back of the three-headed spirit bird and listened to the flattery of the two servants. He touched the head of his pet and looked at the group of black sheep on the ground with contempt. The monsters swept over their heads proudly.

With a click, San Tuo’s smelly bird droppings landed on the tent above Mu Weiyin’s head. She covered her nose, and the entourage outside quickly cleaned up, but there was still a strange smell rushing around.

Mu Weiyin has been obsessed with cleanliness since he was a child, and naturally can’t stand the smell. She took the feather fan to drive away the smell in the air, took out an itchy talisman in her hand, popped out of her fingertips with a slam, and slipped out of the yarn. Outside the curtain.

The tickling charm lingered quietly in the air and caught up with Young Master Yu Jing’s mount, and stuck it under the feathers of the three-headed spirit bird.

Seeing the Qingshan Temple getting closer and closer, Master Yu Jing wanted to drag the three-headed spirit bird down, but the spirit bird suddenly lost control and fluttered from side to side. Young Master Yu Jing was unstable, so he jumped from the spirit bird. After falling down, he stumbled down on the slippery stone steps covered with moss at the gate of the temple. The thin floral clothes rolled through a few holes before it gradually stopped.

“This is not a gilt temple, Feng Yu Aiqing, you don’t have to give such a big gift.”

Yu Jing’s dizziness finally eased, and he saw a pair of shoes appear in his line of sight, and then looked up, the woman in luxurious black clothes stood in front of him with force, that beautiful face looked down at him, as if There is still a trace of disapproval.

He saw Xuan Luoqing appear in front of him unsuspectingly, and his whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, and that stinky Junrong suddenly collapsed. He had made enough preparations to meet the Demon Emperor today. He was thinking of making a spectacular appearance, but he rolled down the steps in such embarrassment and lost his face.

The good three-headed spirit bird is usually docile and pleasant, but something went wrong at this point.

The demon races who had been waiting for a long time in front of the temple watched Young Master Yu Jing’s fall and his nose and nose were swollen, and they couldn’t help but applaud in secret. Meritoriously, the faction has been arrogant and domineering and has run against other monster races. Nowadays, they have made a fool of themselves. Although everyone is expressionless, they are all happy.

An entourage shouted: “Heiyang Mountain, the strange black sheep, came to worship the Demon Emperor.”

Hearing the voice raising his head, Young Master Yu Jing saw the **** sheep clutching his nose, fanning the feather fan, and walking by with a group of entourages. He also glanced at him, seemingly mocking him.

Young Master Yu Jing stood up from the ground unhurriedly, his face was full of thoughts, maybe this psychic bird was out of control because of this ugly monster.

According to the gossip, today is the weakest time of the Demon Emperor, and the strongest moment of the Locking Demon spell imprisoned on her body. Many demon monks are ready to move and come to worship from thousands of miles to visit the Demon Emperor. In fact, he coveted the Millennium Demon Pill that the nine-tailed spirit fox cultivated and passed down, and the position of the demon emperor that was occupied by the nine-tailed spirit fox for a long time.

Xuan Luoqing held the silver-white musical instruments in his hand with extraordinary imposing manner, not at all as weak as the rumors, and beside her stood a thin man in red, who was too thin and makeup. The male and female are indisputable, the fluctuations in the spiritual power on the body are imperceptible, but the discerning people can see through that the man is a magic cultivator, and then look at the sacrifice mark on the man’s wrist, it is still a tribute, and there is a little bit on his face. fear.

Ten years ago, the Demon Territory only sent a furnace tribute. It was the orphan Linglong that the Demon Sovereign found at random. Although the identity of this tribute is unknown, it is not taken seriously, but it is also a gift from the Demon Sovereign. Everyone dare not dare. Slightly, only the Demon Sovereign dared to punish her.

The Demon King has always hated Ye Linglong, but now he is willing to let her stand by her side. When the demon saw the gift, they couldn’t help but glance at the girl in red.

Lin Qianshuang was watched frequently by people, and while being uncomfortable, she was also a little curious about her body’s identity. These strange-looking monsters looked a little cautious at her sight, followed by a little contempt.

Now that she has the original name of the body, it is easier to query the system for information about the identity.

“System, Ye Linglong’s identity background, I need information now.”

[Host, the identity information about #夜玲珑# has been opened for you. The identity arranged for you is the cannon fodder Ye Linglong, a passer-by from the Demon Realm, who precludes the Demon Emperor from the furnace that the Demon Emperor randomly finds. Ye Linglong has fallen in love with the Demon Emperor at first sight since she was a child. It is not that she does not marry, but the Demon Emperor is not cold to women, and yes She sees nothing. Cannon fodder is cannon fodder. Once the king of medicine was put on the bow and angered the demon emperor, she was sold as a slave to the underground black market in anger. Later, her aptitude was good and she was favored by the earth hall master and redeemed it at a cheap price with three spiritual stones. , Was sold into the Tianshu Tower, and later, he died in the trial. When he was dying, he sacrificed his life to sacrifice to the ghost to get what he wanted, and was upper body by the host’s soul. 】

Lin Qianshuang was a little bit unable to complain about Ye Linglong’s cannon fodder experience. She finally understood why she kicked the demon emperor into the sea at the first glance. Xuan Luo was so arrogant and arrogant. The little man almost took advantage with despicable means, naturally disgusted in his heart.

“Sacrifice one’s life to a ghost, is there still the original owner’s resentment on my body?”

[Host, what you think is right, you need to fulfill the wish of the original Ye Linglong, otherwise the soul will be gradually decayed by the body. Before Ye Linglong’s death, her only wish was to let the Demon Sovereign taste what she could not love, get her love, and then be abandoned by her, so that she could also taste the despair after being hurt by her beloved. 】

Lin Qianshuang pouted her mouth and shrugged: “Xuan Luoqing is indeed a bit too much, but Ye Linglong’s behavior is also quite shameless. The two are half a cat. This original owner’s wish, forgive me and her. It’s hard to agree.”

She looked at the sky and sighed, feeling that these tasks were complicated and challenged her patience. The three views were different, so why bother torturing each other.

[Di, the reason why you are restricted from using magic energy is partly because your cultivation level is not enough, and secondly, it is difficult for your body and soul to fit together. It is recommended that the host take a quick method. Your body is still in the Phoenix Feather Palace. After changing the Requiem incense, you may forcibly recall the host’s soul. 】

Lin Qianshuang looked at the words that appeared in her eyes, this system had never been calm, and she was so fooled as she was a newcomer.

On the surface, some of the revealed information seems to be a reminder of the task, but in fact it has been disrupted and condensed, just six words, host, fall in love!

Love a hammer! She is not facing a paper man in a love game. She only answers a fixed program dialogue. During the game, she can also cancel the return. She will pat her **** and leave after a while without emotional burden.

But here, the feelings she casts will rebound and empathize, when sincerity is relatively disappointed, when kindness is regarded as malicious, and being wronged is enough for her glass mind to think about it for a long time. Lin Qianshuang knelt in her heart and washed her face with tears. When can she experience Lei Feng’s unnamed meal prepared by the system and successfully collect the portraits of Simei, and then she can get away perfectly?

Now that she has been bent and bent, she is still a bit seriously suspected that she is suffering from severe aesthetic fatigue and mental exhaustion. Every time she achieves a rescue mission, it is a double psychological and spiritual meal.

“You are right. If you want to get the ring of red tears, you have to get Xuan Luoqing’s heart.”

Lin Qianshuang finished his thoughts in just one second, and said seriously: “I have the same goal as Ye Linglong, but it’s not the time yet. Don’t say Ye Linglong fell in love with Xuan Luo at first sight, all love at first sight is false. It’s true. Xuan Luoqing must also feel that Ye Linglong is after her beauty, and her pursuit and love must be despised and despised. In addition, Ye Linglong’s sorrowful operation of drugging makes this girl so self-loving. How can I let the people I like respect her. Take a closer look at my appearance, I have grown into such a dry appearance, and Xuan Luo Qing’s Yankong is so fond of me.”

The system said: “Host, what do you think should be done?”

Lin Qianshuang rubbed his nose, thinking about it and said: “One, this body needs to be taken care of, at least it looks pleasing to the eye, and two, sublimation is compelling, and personal cultivation is improved. Today I am the wind at my feet. Tomorrow will make you unaffordable. Third, reshape your impression. Without playing yourself to death, carry forward the spirit of Lei Feng and give yourself to others to deepen your impression.”

The system was about to boast, the host, what you said was too right, and was suddenly overwhelmed by Lin Qianshuang’s words.

“This is a choice that ordinary traversers would make, but I am different from them.”

After analysis, Lin Qianshuang said: “Treat people sincerely, Xuan Luoqing should have the right to know. After I have prepared everything, I will first tell her my purpose at the right time. She has seen the old fox who has lived for so long. There is so much right and wrong, how can you fail to understand people’s hearts? The real preparation is to do nothing. It is enough to be yourself.”

She murmured silently in her heart, a thousand-year-old fox, who can play her on the tricks of seducing and chasing people, did it the other way, unexpectedly attacking him.

The noisy sound suddenly came sharply from the ears, the dripping sound of the system disappeared, and a sharp and chilly halberd rested on Lin Qianshuang’s neck.

The task page in Lin Qianshuang’s eyes was withdrawn, and the situation before him gradually became clear.

A handsome man in colorful clothes was standing about two feet away from her, looking at her viciously, and said, “Miss Night, the Demon Emperor has chosen you as the last tribute, but he refuses to accept him. I think that your cultivation strength is not enough to serve the demon emperor. Therefore, we might as well compete in one game and win two games in three games. If you win, you will cut it off by yourself or roll back to the demon domain. I don’t know what the girl wants?”

This handsome man is the Yujing son of Fengyu clan. The tribute cannot be separated from the side of the demon emperor, so he is undoubtedly with his partner. However, the humble demon cultivator who was given at random by the Demon Realm was abruptly in the upper ranks and entered the eyes of the Demon Sovereign.

Young Master Yu Jing has been unsuccessful in pursuing the Demon Emperor for many years. Seeing that this weak demon has become a celebrity beside the Demon Emperor, he was teased by the ugly monsters of Heiyang Mountain and his image was damaged. Coming straight at Lin Qianshuang.

Lin Qianshuang weighed Yujing’s cultivation base, suddenly smiled, and put his fingers on the halberd, and said: “This son, your demon pill has been formed for a long time, and there is a faint tendency to break through. No pill, no magic weapon yet, is it unfair for you to test like this?”

She went to see Xuan Luoqing’s expression specially, Xuan Luoqing supported her aura forcefully, but in fact she had no cultivation base, and it was the double cultivation of the two that could maintain this state. She is too busy to take care of herself, how can she take care of her.

Lin Qianshuang’s eyes flashed cold, these monsters seemed safe and secure, but she could still clearly detect the killing intent. Many of these monster races had a strange intention to rebel, and the young master Yu Jing was on the surface. The Demon Emperor looked admiring, maybe he was coveting something else.

While observing Young Master Yu Jing, she also found another line of sight. A black sheep demon with horns was watching her, and Young Master Yu Jing saw her turn to the black sheep fairy and glared at the black sheep demon. , The hatred and hostility that cannot be concealed on his face.

The two monsters seemed to have a deep grievance, and maybe they could use their contradictions to create chaos, and let the pilgrimage of the ten thousand monsters come to an end early.

Young Master Yu Jing didn’t worry at all about what tricks this low-level Demon Cultur could do. He lifted his proud chin, retracted the halberd magic weapon, and said, “How would you like to compare?”

Lin Qianshuang put up three fingers and said with a smile: “You have a deep cultivation base. If I can avoid your three blows without using the magical energy, how about I win?”

Young Master Yu Jing was immediately complacent. His halberd was a treasure found in the miracle at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. It was more than enough to cut iron like mud to deal with this inferior magic repair.

He was about to take a step to initiate a duel, but was rejected by the little Mo Xiu on the opposite side.

Young Master Yu Jing said displeased: “Why, it’s not comparable, Miss Ye, you promised to compete with me in front of the Demon King. If you dare not compare, you can now roll back to the Demon Realm.”

Lin Qianshuang looked at the Black Sheep Demon, then turned back to Young Master Yu Jing’s face, smiled slightly, and said: “I see this Black Sheep Immortal enchanting, and his spells are quite impressive. It’s a matter of life and death. I want to compete with him first, and practice hands. Look at me with thin arms and legs. At first glance, I lack exercise. If I don’t warm up, wouldn’t it be ugly to lose.”