As if to confirm his thoughts, the hoarse and seductive voice suddenly turned into a shrill scream. The two men and women, who just a moment ago wished to merge into one, are now far apart, except that there is an extra one on Chunlan's belly.

Handle dagger.

Facing Chunlan's puzzled gaze, Lord Ning said in a deep voice: "If I let you stay by my side, how will future historians write about me? Besides... Chunlan, you are very ambitious, I'm afraid I am just

Your springboard, your future goal, and the throne I will soon sit on."

Chunlan didn't answer him and fell to the ground dead, but her sad eyes seemed to want to tell a different answer.

Lord Ning was completely satisfied. He found the soul-soothing stone from Chunlan and solemnly put it in his bag. He looked around again to make sure that everything was under control, and then slowly walked towards Feng Qinglang.

Feng Qinglang ignored it. The painting had reached the critical stage of completion. He concentrated on painting the last few strokes. Lord Ning stood behind him and couldn't help but admired: "What a beautiful painting. The characters are lifelike and vivid on the paper. I didn't expect you to be a talent."

"

Feng Qinglang smiled indifferently, finally stood up and stretched greatly.

Master Ning couldn't help but praise again: "It's good to have an open-minded attitude! Well, you have unfulfilled wishes."

Feng Qinglang lightly wiped the drawing paper with her fingertips and said, "The Queen once promised me that if I turn her portrait into a magic pattern painting, she will give me the soul-soothing stone."

Lord Ning was startled for a moment, then sneered: "This wish is too ambitious, I don't have the patience to wait."

There was a sharp light in his hand, which was stabbed directly towards Feng Qinglang's vest. When he thought about it, ending the life of a helpless painter was basically a matter of no doubt.

But today, there are too many surprising things in this hall. The sharp light seemed to hit an invisible wall, and then bounced back. Master Ning even maintained that everything was under control.

He smiled, but there was a discordant redness in his throat, which made the smile permanently solidified on his face.

When he fell to the ground, his eyes were exactly looking at the place where Chunlan fell to the ground. Their eyes intertwined. Perhaps one day in the past, they gradually fell in love because of this kind of gaze, and today, this kind of gaze is the final ending.

The soul-soothing stone finally came into Feng Qinglang's hands, and he tossed it twice. The weight was not outstanding, but the cool breath that continued to come from the stone made Feng Qinglang know that the object he was pursuing this time was indeed

Got it.

He took the painting board off the easel and walked towards the Queen through a pool of blood. His years of being on the run made him accustomed to always carrying various materials with him. After a while, the portrait of the Queen on the painting board had disappeared.

But in the void, a three-dimensional portrait of a real person with magic patterns stood gracefully.

Feng Qinglang said to the portrait: "I have fulfilled my promise, then I will take the soul-soothing stone."

The Queen herself is dead, but the magic pattern technique has been fully activated. Her magic pattern painting just stands in a pool of blood, beautiful and moving, and her eyes are still extremely charming, but she can no longer speak or make any communication.

Just watch Feng Qinglang leave until she disappears from sight.

On a hillside far away from the palace, three men were crawling in the grass, holding ancient magic weapons such as monocular telescopes, and watched the entire process of the palace coup.

The man on the side tone with a slightly excited tone: "Boss, you are really like a god.

The man on the other side also said: "Boss, we still don't catch up? That town soul stone is leaving."

The man's face in the middle was gloomy and dripping out of the water, staring at Feng Qing's leisurely back, and sinking: "Do you remember the rebel, the codenamed the rebel?"

"Is the fierce man in the Castle City West Coast?"

"Hey, the first place in the wanted list, can catch him, the bounty is enough for us to buy a kingdom to play ..."

The two said, suddenly stopped, and they naturally saw the portrait of the rebels. If the lucky painting kid with the town soulstone, the hair changes to a color, it is not the hairstyle that can slightly cover the face shape.

And that weird earrings are removed ...

Didn't those big characters rank among the forefront of the wanted list have been flying around in the sky? How can there be intersections with their lives?

I did n’t think of it for a while. Once I thought of it, I immediately felt that the person in front of him looked more like a rebel, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was a mobile vault.

However, the legends of this devil are also poured into the mind at the same time. Wealth and risks are always proportional. The temptation in front of the eyes represents amazing risks.

After the short -term jump, the two faces also aligned with their boss. Once they decided, it means that they will bet on life next.

The boss felt itchy deep in his throat, like a precursor to a cold, and even his voice was full of tear: "Do you do?"

"... do you can retire like this."

"Do it!"

The boss groaned: "This fish is too big. We can't eat it. We need to eat it ourselves. The second child notification organization will send someone to send someone immediately.

The group signed the mutual aid agreement to attack and capture this big fish together ... I followed up and keep in touch! "

The sunlight in the winter afternoon is warm and pleasant.

The boss felt full of irritability. I remember the first follower of the year, which was full of such tension and irritability. Such irritability, he has not felt it for many years ...

In particular, the number one wanted criminal is also like a leisurely tourist, walking on the mountain road, not slow or slow. If the general tracking object has such a performance, the old meeting is very happy, but a demon who ranks high at the top of the major buns.

There should not be such a performance, shouldn't he observe it very vigilantly, and then leave some small signs along the way to deal with the crisis that comes at any time ...

Watching Feng Qinglang picked a wild fruit in the mountain road, and chewed it with interest. Boss Ming knew that this wish was unrealistic, but he still prayed sincerely.

Being poisoned to death, everything is so beautiful.

But everything in the imagination did not happen. Looking at Feng Qinglang, he swayed to the imperial city of the Lanling Kingdom. He didn't just witness the awareness of the Queen's collapse.

For the great power, the worldly imperial power is not binding to them.

A group of little beggars surrounded Feng Qinglang outside the city, and the boss couldn't help but sweat for the group of beggars. It was said that the demon who never needed to blink in the legendary killing. What surprised him was that Feng Qing escaped out of the money bag,

Give two silver coins for each person, and also touched the hair of a little boy cordially. The beautiful face and warm smiles are impressive in the warm sun.

This is an just right amount, not too much because of too much, but let these little beggars give away their lives, and just let them spend a good winter.

The boss can't help but guess, is he intentionally or unintentionally?

Inexplicably, he remembered the orphanage in his childhood. At that time, he and the second child and the third child would also go to the nearby cities to beg, earn something outside.

I remember when they left the orphanage, they also patted their chests and guaranteed to the old dean and nuns that one day in the future, they made money, and they must come back to let everyone live a good life ...

However, many years have passed, and the promise has already disappeared, and I don't know how they are now. The orphanage is still not there ...

For a while, Feng Qing's back in front of him was a bit obsessed. The boss quickly picked up his spirit and followed him. He thought that if he could really do this vote, you must go back to see and fulfill the promise of the year.

A haze -black cloud covered the warm sun, and seeing a storm is coming.

At this time, Feng Qinglang walked into a luxurious restaurant, and the boss had to follow his head and followed it.

It seems that the appetite of this demon is really good. I ordered a table full of dishes. The boss had to order two or three dishes, far away, and cursed again.
Chapter completed!