Chapter 688 The fatal flaw of atavistic demon blood

The doors and windows are closed, deep in the dark and lightless hall, on a beauty couch surrounded by bead curtains, a figure of a woman can be vaguely seen lying on her side, with her long cyan skirt hanging down and spread on the steps next to the bed.

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In this quiet place where you can hear the drop of a needle, her breathing is also particularly clear.

"Squeak——"

Suddenly, it seemed that the evening breeze outside the palace had intensified a little, and a window that was not closed tightly was opened.

"Jingle Bell……"

The evening breeze came through the window, blowing the purple gauze bead curtain next to the beauty's couch, and sounded the sound of jingling bells. At the same time, it also allowed the moonlight from outside to shine into the palace, making this originally extremely dark palace a little brighter.

Partially bright.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, the beautiful figure of the woman in a green skirt on the beauty's couch was slightly clearer, but it was still not clear.

"well……"

A woman sighed.

The stunning beauty queen, who was lying on her side on the beauty couch, slowly opened her eyes. Those scarlet pupils, which were as red as blood, looked particularly sinister in the darkness.

"boom."

With a wave of her hand, the surrounding air flow was shaken, and the window that was pushed open by the wind was closed again.

The window sill was closed tightly, the wind subsided, and the moonlight was blocked.

The hall became silent and dark again.

And the pair of beautiful blood-red eyes in the dark night slowly closed.

But the silence did not last long.

After about half a cup of tea, a gentle male voice came from outside the hall:

"Your Majesty, the two dolls you ordered the peasants to make have been completed. Do you want to take a look at them now?"

"Teng!"

"Teng!"

"Teng!"

Suddenly, countless candlesticks in the entire hall were lit out of thin air, and rows of flames rose up one after another, illuminating the entire hall in the blink of an eye.

As the main hall became completely brighter, the face and figure of the woman in a green skirt lying on the beauty's couch finally became clearer.

Compared with before, her stunningly beautiful face now seems to have changed a lot, but it doesn't seem to have changed much.

Those who knew Wang Yanqing in the past can still easily recognize the current Empress of Chu.

In this late night, she was only wearing a thin silk cyan nightgown, with her breasts half exposed, her shoulders visible, and a few strands of black hair hanging down her shoulders, in stark contrast to her fair skin.

"Enter."

Wang Yanqing said lightly, then sat up, reached out and opened the purple gauze bead curtain around the beauty's couch, stepped on the red carpet steps with her white jade feet without shoes, and walked step by step towards the center of the hall below.

At the same time, on the other side of the hall, there were also footsteps approaching from far away.

When Wang Yanqing reached the center of the hall, a handsome man wearing a white robe slowly arrived.

"Huh? Cough! The grassroots Song Yuan, pay homage to His Majesty!"

The man in white robe was shocked at first when he saw the Empress of Chu actually standing here, and she was only wearing a strapless nightgown, but then he quickly bowed his head and knelt down, not daring to look any further.

Wang Yanqing did not respond, but just walked to a round rosewood table, stretched out his hand, picked up the purple sand teapot on the table, and poured himself a cup of cold tea that had been left for a long time.

Her green jade fingers are white and slender, but her sharp and slightly long nails are the same bright red as her eyes and red lips.

"Forehead……"

The white-robed man named Song Yuan heard the sound of water pouring tea and glanced up cautiously. Although he was hesitant, he still said: "Your Majesty, can we make another pot of hot tea for you?"

"No need."

Wang Yanqing had no expression on her face and turned the purple clay tea cup upside down on the table. "I can't taste it anymore anyway. It doesn't matter whether it's warm or not. It doesn't matter how it tastes. I just want to drink something to moisten my throat."

"Um?"

Hearing this, Song Yuan couldn't help but look puzzled.

Can’t taste the drink now?

What does it mean?

Does it mean you don’t know how to taste tea?

But this empress was born in the direct line of the Wang family, one of the sixteen surnames in Daluo. She has been a noble since she was a child. It is impossible that she does not know how to taste tea, and she knows something about it... Moreover, judging from this sentence, it is obvious that she does not mean tea tasting.

Is that "cannot taste the taste" at the taste bud level?

How can this be?

How could a demigod-level human of different blood have such a problem with his body?

"Where's the doll I want?"

At this time, Wang Yanqing's indifferent voice instantly interrupted Song Yuan's thoughts and brought him back to reality.

"Here it is, please take a look at it, Your Majesty."

Song Yuan, who was kneeling on the ground, quickly took out a black box from the space ring. He still maintained his kneeling position and raised the box above his head with both hands.

Wang Yanqing reached out and made a move, and the box floated out of thin air and slowly flew to the top of the round rosewood table.

After opening the box, looking at the contents in the box, a smile slowly appeared on her cold face, which made Song Yuan, who was kneeling next to her, almost bewildered for a moment.

"Long time no see, my two ancestors, how are you doing these days?"

Wang Yanqing smiled with crooked eyes, reached out and took out the contents of the box and placed them on the table next to her.

They were two light brown wooden carved human heads.

Judging from their appearance, they were clearly the only two Jiugong-level ancestors of the Wang family in Daluo.

Wang Haoran.

Wang Yuan.

But...is this just wood carving?

"Long time no see, Yan Qing."

Wang Haoran's wooden head rolled its eyes, looked at Wang Yanqing, and then said with a smile: "I am really happy to be able to see you and the Wang family today. My original plan has finally come true.

It was a perfect success.”

"Oh, so Ancestor Haoran, you are still very happy."

Wang Yanqing still smiled like a flower and reached out to grab the teapot next to her.

At the same time, a rotating whirlpool of flames slowly emerged behind her - the Law of Fire Shrine.

When the Nine Palace-level alien-blooded humans open the Law Palace, they basically just use the power of the Law to continue to temper their bodies to obtain a more powerful body and resistance to the Law.

As for the use of the power of law itself, what they can do without spiritual power is very limited.

But this "limited" is compared to the conjurer who is also at the Jiugong level.

In fact, Nine Palace-level humans of different blood can also mobilize the corresponding elemental spiritual power through the Law Palace.

For example, use the law of fire to boil water.

"Gululu——"

Wang Yanqing's right hand burned with flames, and in a blink of an eye, the tea in the teapot boiled, making a bubbling sound.

Then, with a smile on her face and humming a tune, she poured the hot tea onto Wang Haoran's wooden head.

The contact between the tea and the wood carvings immediately turned the light brown wood carvings into dark brown.

"Well, the color is quite obvious, it could be a tea pet."

Wang Yanqing poured a whole pot of boiling water and said with a chuckle.

"Ah……"

Wang Haoran's wooden sculpture of a human head is still smiling, but the smile is extremely stiff.

However, when Wang Yanqing saw this, his smile faded and he looked coldly at Song Yuan who was kneeling aside, "Didn't I ask you to amplify their pain perception ten thousand times? Is this the effect of ten thousand times?"

"Your Majesty, please believe in my skills as the number one alchemist of the Foreign Mansion."

Song Yuan lowered his head with a respectful expression, "The alchemy crafts I made are absolutely in line with the employer's requirements. In the current situation, I can only say that this Wang Haoran is just holding back."

"Fine."

Wang Yanqing nodded slightly, and then touched another wooden head on the table, which was Wang Yuan's wooden head.

"Yan, Yan Qing..."
To be continued...