One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

The little raccoon walked very fast, completely ignoring her, the poor little girl who had been locked in the dungeon for several days.

"Miss Feng, hurry up." Little Fox urged, frowning.

Ling Qiong seemed unable to walk, and said lazily, "I don't have the strength, why don't you find a sedan chair to carry me?"

The little raccoon's pupils trembled.

Never thought she would make such a bold request.

Is this stimulated in a cell?

The little raccoon kept a straight face: "Everyone in the Demon Palace has work to do, and they don't have time to do these things, so please walk faster by yourself."

Ling Qiong misses the point: "The devil palace is full of devils, where did they come from?"

"..." Is it necessary to use such words?

The little raccoon urged sternly: "Miss Feng, please hurry up."

"I said I can't walk, what did you feed me in the dungeon? I don't have the strength, and you are not happy if I ask you to find a sedan chair to carry me. What's the use of urging me now..."

Ling Qiong still swayed forward slowly, showing no intention of speeding up.

Little Fox: "..."

I think it's because you spent too little time in the dungeon!

"What are you urging me for? Isn't your task just to watch me, I didn't run away and I didn't make trouble." Lingqiong read with vigor.

The little raccoon frowned more and more.

This Feng Qingwu...is not quite right.

Where did you talk so much before?

The little raccoon sensed it with magic power, but her aura remained unchanged...it was the Feng Qingwu she was familiar with.

what happened?

Really stimulated in the dungeon?

"Miss Feng, can you be quiet?"

"I won't let you speak?" Ling Qiong clutched her chest, looking overly frightened: "You are too domineering!!"

Little Fox: "..."

Xiaoli felt that he had to report this matter to Commander Yan immediately.

Lingqiong's behavior was too weird, Xiaoli stopped urging her and observed her silently.

But Lingqiong didn't speak again, just casually looking at the surrounding buildings.

The overall tone of the building of the Demon Palace is mainly black, supplemented by red, giving people a dull and oppressive feeling.

They were in a corridor at this time, and from the corridor, it was a huge square, surrounded by red banners flying, and some kind of totem was carved on the black ground.

The square is facing a magnificent hall, the whole body is black, like a huge monster standing there, the demonic energy and oppressive feeling are uncomfortable.

Outside the main hall, there are Mozu handles, three steps and one post, solemn and solemn.

——Shaoguang Hall.

This is where the Demon King handles official duties.

Bang——

The sudden sound made Ling Qiong jump slightly in shock.

A person flew out of the gate of Shaoguang Hall, and flew across the air in a parabola, finally smashed on the steps, and rolled onto the square without moving.

The man was covered in blood, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Ling Qiong knew him, the yelling human race in the cell next door.

How did you get the boxed lunch so quickly?

The human race can't do it!

Yan Yao came out from the hall, bent down and picked up the person who hadn't moved, looked up and saw the little girl standing in the corridor.

She was wearing that dirty light green long dress, she looked energetic, she looked at this side intently, no fear or worry, just a kind of calmness...

A strange streak crossed Yan Yao's heart, and she dragged that person towards Ling Qiong.

"Commander Yan, don't come here." Ling Qiong took two steps back: "It smells bad."

The man had a very bad smell, and Lingqiong hated him extremely.

Yan Yao: "..."

Yan Yao choked, pointing at the bleeding head and said: "Miss Feng has no idea when she sees her clansman die so tragically?"

"What do you think?" Ling Qiong quickly shook her head: "I don't, I'm just a mascot with nothing but beauty."

"..." Didn't he say that to her before? Why did she say it by herself? "It's good that Ms. Feng is self-aware. Here, only by keeping to myself can I live for a long time."

"I think what you said makes sense." Ling Qiong nodded, and smiled obediently after speaking.

Yan Yao: "..."

When I told her these things before, she would just keep her head down and say nothing.

what is it today?

"Commander Yan..." The little raccoon stepped forward and whispered to Yan Yao.

Yan Yao looked at Ling Qiong even more coldly, what was she thinking?

"What is Commander Yan looking at me like that for?" Ling Qiong smiled: "What's wrong with me?"

"In a few days, Miss Feng has changed a lot."

"Hey, people will grow up." Ling Qiong sighed old-fashionedly with her little hands behind her back, "One day is one day, who knows when..."

She looked at the person in Yan Yao's hand, with obvious metaphors.

Who knows when... Gone!

Yan Yao looked at her silently.

The little girl tilted her head, with a vague smile on her lips, meeting her eyes.

At this moment, Yan Yao suddenly stretched out her hand, bringing her index finger and middle finger together, touching the center of Ling Qiong's eyebrows.

The majestic magic power rushed to Lingqiong.

Yuan majored in spiritual power, and the magic power rushing into her body was like a knife in the ice and snow, scraping through every inch of her blood vessels and meridians.

But the pain came and went quickly.

Before she could react, the magic power had all withdrawn.

The instigator snorted softly: "It seems that Miss Feng has really grown up."

Ling Qiong twisted her fingertips where she could still feel the pain, the corners of her lips stretched slightly, she glanced at Yan Yao, but didn't make a sound.

The little girl's dark eyes are like black gemstones deposited in the depths of the sea, with clear and shallow ripples, but lurking endless danger.

Yan Yao felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by those eyes.

But when she looked again, the little girl looked at her obediently, as if it was an illusion born of her just now.

Yan Yao regained her composure, "Send Miss Feng back."

Little raccoon: "Yes. Miss Feng, please."

Ling Qiong shrugged and followed Xiaoli away.

As soon as he took two steps, he caught a glimpse of a black figure standing over the hall from the corner of his eye.

Of course, the key point is the big golden characters above the head of the black figure.

cub...

Before Ling Qiong could see clearly, the figure had disappeared behind the door, and the golden light gradually disappeared.

...

...

Yan Yao disposed of the corpse and returned to Shaoguang Hall.

The light in the hall was very dark, and there were faint candles burning around, and the red gauze was driven by the air current, shaking slightly.

Behind the layers of gauze, pure black chairs are placed on the steps, the desk is in a mess, the wine glass is poured on the edge of the table, and the wine drips down, casting a small shadow on the ground.

The man was half leaning on the chair, his long legs bent casually, and his outer jacket was half opened, revealing his inner garment, which was an indulgent and coquettish gesture.

Yan Yao went through layers of red gauze, stopped behind the last layer of red gauze, bowed and saluted: "King."

"died?"

"Dead." Yan Yao clasped her fists and knelt down on one knee: "I didn't find out who sent him here. It's his subordinate's dereliction of duty. Please punish him."

The man in red gauze raised his hand, "Go down."

Yan Yao responded, got up and left.

"That Feng Qingwu." The man's voice sounded again, Yan Yao stopped and listened quietly, "How many years have you been in the Demon Palace?"

"Back to the king, it's been six years."

"Six years..."