The sadness in Huyan Duoduo's eyes became even more intense. The king of the grassland who had once known each other and grew up together gradually became a look that she couldn't understand.

Apart from her figure similar to the previous side, she has no similarity to the person she remembers.

After thinking about it for a while, she asked carefully and softly: "Sister Ye Ning, where has your fusion with the Beast God advanced?"

A white mist began to emit from the golden and exquisite throne. This mist gradually disappeared from the figure on the throne, turning the surrounding area of ​​the right wise king Huyan Duoduo into a vast white area.

Huyan Duoduo, who was shocked by this vision, couldn't help but feel fearful about this scene. She grabbed the Silver Moon's double swords tied around her waist and focused on alert.

However, at the center of all these visions, that is, the direction of the throne, a huge phantom slowly appeared.

The phantom is not very accurate to describe it as a human or beast.

Strictly speaking, it is like a mountain of ugly meat, with the trunk characteristics of various humans and animals gathering around the corners.

For example, cow horns and eagle wings and arms...

"Doer, this is the ultimate form of power, reunion."

Hu Yan Duoduo was almost vomiting out the dinner the day before yesterday. She began to activate her true energy in extreme anxiety, and the two scimitars were also constantly flashing with blue light, responding to her.

"Forget it, it seems you are not ready yet."

The one above the throne seemed to have lost interest, and waved his hand to dissipate the phantom and the white mist in the air.

She faced Huyan Duoduo, who was facing a great enemy, and did not say a word of gossip, "Go, go to the frontier with Zuo Xianwang tomorrow to prepare for a full-scale war with the Han and Tang dynasties."

Hu Yan Duoduo looked at the figure on the throne and said calmly for a while: "Yes."

For the first time, she began to doubt her beliefs and her race.

~

Luoyang City, late at night.

Liu Ruohuan wandered around Ning Keer's room and finally made up her mind to feel that she had to explain clearly about the daytime affairs.

Then, he quietly knocked Ning Keer's door and asked softly: "Keer, are you there?"

"Young Master...Young Master?"

Ning Ke'er's voice came from the fog, but for some reason, the voice was filled with a hint of panic.

Liu Ruohuan hesitated for a moment and didn't think too much, and continued, "Yes, things during the day seem to have ignored you a little. Open the door and let me in and say."

"I... no, I'm not ready yet. Young Master, please go back to your room soon. If you are discovered by your junior sister and Mr. Gui Mou, it will definitely be a little difficult to get off the stage."

Strangely, how could this girl become so chaste today? Didn’t she like to make herself look ugly the most in the past?

Liu Ruohuan discovered something wrong with Ning Keer at this time.

Seeing that Ning Ke'er was a little strange in the room, he couldn't help but try to push the door open, but he didn't expect that the door would not move at all after the first push, but only emit some strange array light.

Formation?

How could such a defensive formation be set up in a restaurant?

Liu Ruohuan was suspicious, and he was sure that Ning Keer was hiding something from him.

After reaching out to break the formation of the door of the house, Liu Ruohuan tiptoed into Ning Keer's room.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw a seductive figure on the bed looming under the bed curtain, which attracted people's imagination.

"You're really in, go and close the door."

Ning Ke'er got up and got out of bed, lit up the candlelight on the countertop, and the candlelight instantly illuminated her current appearance.

She was only wearing a tulle nightgown, and the thin nightgown was not covered with inches of strands, making the scenery in her body slightly exposed under the clothes.

When Liu Ruohuan saw this scene, somehow the poem "The Little Lotus" appeared in her mind.

Ning Ke'er stared at her bright big eyes, her cheeks were red, and she said dissatisfiedly with her two red lips like cinnabar, "Didn't they tell you not to come in, why are you still here?"

Liu Ruohuan walked over to her and looked at the bed, and found that she and a silk quilt appeared on the bed were empty.

Liu Ruohuan, who knew that she was in the wrong, smiled awkwardly, "I'm worried about you..."

"Worry about me?"

Ning Ke'er raised her eyes and looked at Liu Ruohuan, then said sarcastically as if she suddenly realized her mind: "I think the young master is worried that I will steal a man on my back? Why are you worried that I will hide a man in the house and will I be able to enjoy loneliness on my back?"

Ning Ke'er's black hair was casually draped on her shoulders, taking advantage of her appearance at this time, she looked shy and charming, and extremely charming.

Liu Ruohuan coughed twice, reached out and embraced her thin and thin body into her arms, and said slowly: "Okay, I know I'm not doing well, don't blame me."

Ning Ke'er did not struggle in his arms, but followed his movements and lay naturally in his arms, closed his eyes and said, "A lot of things must have happened when you were left in Qiao's mansion this time... The lady of the Luo family is so beautiful. Did you do the same thing with her?"

Unexpectedly, Ning Ke'er came up and went straight to the point, almost choking Liu Ruohuan to death with just one word.

"How could it be? I'm not such a casual person!"

"That's not necessarily. My Young Master Liu is not a human being when he gets up casually. For example, he insisted that I call you dad that night..."

"Stop! Stop!"

Liu Ruohuan hurriedly stopped Ning Keer's restless mouth, afraid that he would hear some tiger and wolf words from it.

"There is no need to spread the matter in the boudoir." Liu Ruohuan smiled awkwardly and said to Ning Keer as if begging for mercy.

"Why, since I know it's a matter in the boudoir, why don't I tell you privately?" Ning Ke'er sighed twice and said with admiration: "Young Master Liu is really a good archway, and he is the kind of love in the world."

"My good guy, why don't you tell me if you are willing to let me go."

Ning Ke'er blinked her big eyes, her beautiful eyes rolled, and said with a sweet smile: "You have come to the door and asked me if you come to me? Why don't you spend the night in my room tonight? If you feed me, I'll treat you and the lady of the Luo family as if nothing happened."

What kind of physique is Ning Keer? How can Liu Ruohuan still not know?

She was born with a charming body, not to mention an ordinary man, even Liu Ruohuan, who was tempered by the God-Spiritual Art, knew very well that she was far from the word "Feed".

If he agreed to Ning Keer's request at this time, he would probably have dug a hole and jumped by himself, and he would definitely not be able to raise his head in the future.

No, I have to find a way to suppress this little girl and not let her be so arrogant with her talent.

Liu Ruohuan turned her gaze to Ning Ke'er's candlestick just lit, and suddenly a strange idea emerged from the bottom of her heart.
Chapter completed!