Qing Hua suddenly became so cheerful, which aroused Chang Li's interest.

Chang Li looked at her with interest and did not forget to recite the Buddha's name, "Amitabha."

"The princess can think so, and the poor monk is very pleased."

"Then I advise you not to be in a hurry to be happy. If you dare to dissatisfy me, there are only two consequences. One is that I am dead. By then, no one in your Mount Sumeru will be alive. The other is, I will die.

Gong holds a grudge, and if anyone displeases me, sooner or later I will crush him to ashes and burn his lair to the ground."

"So master, if you want to have mutual benefit with me, you have to weigh your own value."

Qing Hui didn't care whether her mother had really intimidated those people in Mount Sumeru. Who wouldn't use a tiger's skin as a banner? Since the monk said so, she must play the role of intimidation.

"Amitabha, what the princess said is absolutely true." Changli's evil eyes showed excitement, as if Qingshan had completely aroused his interest.

He opened his palm, and saw a red mark on his white palm, and then a bloody lotus flower slowly formed from his palm.

"Princess, this thing is the Doomsday Blood Lotus. It is a blood poison refined by collecting the blood and resentful spirits of the battlefield. As long as one petal is lit, tens of thousands of people will fall into a dream of murder and kill each other.

.Giving this gift to the princess will definitely help her win the battle. The unification of the Four Spirit Continents will be just around the corner."

Qing Hu looked at the small blood lotus in his palm in surprise. It looked better than the bug anyway.

But it is indeed a evil evil and not a good thing.

And she didn't believe that this monk could be so kind as to give her such a precious thing. This blood lotus might have other shady uses.

Qing Hu did not answer.

Probably seeing her distrust, Chang Li raised the corner of his lips again, "Is the princess worried that the poor monk tampering with the blood lotus will be detrimental to the princess?"

Qing Hu blinked, didn't he ask knowingly?

Changli chuckled.

Extremely evil.

"The poor monk does have selfish motives, but the selfishness is only carried by the Blood Lotus Princess. It may cause discomfort to His Majesty. Your Majesty has killed countless people on the battlefield in the past, and this Blood Lotus was also condensed at that time."

"It's just that the poor monk privately thinks that with the princess's status and appearance, all men in the world can choose freely, so why should they stay with your majesty? If the princess has figured this out, what else will she think of this blood lotus?

Disadvantages?"

Qing Hua's eyelids twitched fiercely.

So after going around for a long time, we came back to the starting point. This stinky monk wanted to use her hands to make His Majesty die.

It seems that His Majesty has indeed blocked their way.

Qing Hui hesitated for a moment, then nodded decisively: "That is indeed a good thing, and I would like to thank you for your generosity."

When Changli saw her promise, he smiled slightly. He didn't know whether he believed it or not.

But he still took out a box, put the blood lotus in it, and handed it to Qing Hua.

Qing Hu reached out to take it, and when his fingertips touched Chang Li's hand, he quickly retracted it.

"Then I will take my leave first, and wish us a happy cooperation." Qing Hui put away the blood lotus, turned around and left without looking back.

If she looked at this evil monk one more time, she was afraid that this monk would poison her.

When she walked out of the wing, Changli lowered his head and looked at the fingertips that had touched hers. After a while, he brought them to his lips and raised the corners of his lips.

"Princess Qingshan, that's interesting."
Chapter completed!