"Although 'Sad Su Qingfeng' is very powerful, it is useless to me!" Ning Ling let go of Luo Yue's hand, gently stroked his hair, and retreated to the side, Luo Yue completely collapsed to the ground, her whole body was as if she was being pulled away, and she could not move at all, let alone counterattacking. She was not only a little discouraged, but also looked at the girl in front of her calm face, "When did you start to doubt me?"

"Since we first met in the cold palace," Luo Yue's mouth twitched. She had already doubted herself so long ago, but she really couldn't figure out when she revealed her flaws. Ning Ling seemed to have seen through her thoughts and continued, "But that was just suspicion. What really made me confirm that you were the skinning murderer was the one you performed in front of the queen yesterday with good singing and writing performances!"

"How could it be..." Luo Yue murmured to herself, looking confused. No matter how she recalled, she couldn't remember any flaws in her actions at that time.

"Will a person who has never changed his expression in the face of the power of a weapon you have never seen make you beg for mercy because of the queen's lackey's two slaps?" Ning Ling threw down a sentence lightly. The power of the pistol is far better than the slap. At that time, in the 'laundry room', she saw that she used a pistol to smash the wooden basin under her feet and even turned her face away. She actually made a move because of two slaps. Isn't this too funny?

"It's actually like this?" Luo Yue's face turned paler. She was too impatient and wanted to get Ning Ling's bag to please her master. She didn't expect this detail to be really smart but was mistaken for cleverness.

"Papapapapapapapa." A burst of applause came from outside. The two of them turned their heads and looked at them. There was a young man outside the door. There was a smile on the corner of their mouth and looking at Ning Ling. "Awesome, I deserve to be the creator of [Shadow Hall]. It's really extremely smart!"

Ning Ling looked at the man in front of him. His handsome and extraordinary appearance seemed to be able to remove people's souls. Moreover, his appearance was not Chinese at all, but Western blood. Could it be that he was not from this era? No, if he and she were from the same world, he should have noticed what she placed on that small bag!

"Are you... Tianling?" She always thought that Tianling was an old man, and according to Yelu Xiuge's description, he should be over 80 years old. Who would have thought that he was such a young and handsome man? So, he had always been disguised and modified. As for age, perhaps this is the reason why he peeled human skin. Some kind of evil magic can help him maintain his original appearance.

"It's just my lower body," Tian Ling stroked her face proudly, "This is the first time Miss Ning Ling has seen her true face. How about your man, Yelu Xiu Ge?"

Seeing his narcissistic expression, Ning Ling had the urge to vomit.

Who is she? From childhood to adulthood, there are countless handsome men around her, which makes her immunity to handsome men. Although the man in front of her is indeed handsome, comparable to "Apollo" who is known as the most beautiful man in Greek mythology, and his father, Yelu Xiuge can be said to be at the same level as a stadium, and has the capital to make women obsessed with her, but it has no effect on her. If you grew up among the handsome men, naturally you will not be as infatuated as an ordinary woman when you meet a handsome man... And so what if you look beautiful?

"First, Yelu Xiu Ge is not my man." Ning Ling glanced at him lightly, his eyes not as stunning and obsession as other women saw him. "Second, a man like you is just a 'golden and jade inside'!" If he has an ugly soul under his beautiful appearance, then he is just a filthy thing.

Tian Ling's complacent smile froze. He looked at Ning Ling calmly. After a long time, he slowly said, "You are really like her." They are really worthy of being sisters. When she first saw her, she said exactly the same as hers, but she is of the true dragon bloodline, the gods, but she is...

"She..." Ning Ling was confused, "Who is she? What is your real purpose?"

"Let her resurrection and use your blood!" Tianling's blue eyes shone with a cold light, "But now is not the time!"
Chapter completed!