Chapter 1201: The quieter she is, the more terrible she is, believe me

Chapter 1201 The quieter she is, the more terrible she is, believe me
The ink was flying, the black women's suit was unbuttoned by Ling Ling. She put one hand in one side of the suit pants pocket, looking at the burnt plaque, slowly closing her eyes, taking a breath, and trying to calm down Feeling furious.
After holding back her depression, she opened her eyes again, her face regained a bright and enchanting smile, like a okay person, and looked back at Gongsiyu, "Go, take you in and stroll around."
The sly smile, set against the colorful light of the clouds and mist in the sky, the beauty of the city, but also intimidating.
Because, the sly smile did not reach the bottom of the eye, and even revealed a trace of imperceptible cruelty.
"Guil, don't suppress yourself." I feel distressed.
Gong Siyu walked to Lingyu's side, his phoenix eyes were dark, as if he could not let go of the person who made his woman wronged, regardless of whether he was male or female.
Lingyu and Gongsiyu's ten fingers clasped tightly, stepping into the threshold of the heavenly palace, changing back to the immortal grass form, the shivering Xiaoxian maid stepped on him, Lingshang and Liuyun followed closely, and they communicated quietly.
"The weird tranquility before the storm, the quieter she is, the more terrifying it will be for a while, believe me."
Liu Yun said quietly towards Lingshang.
"But... this is the realm of the gods. Will something happen if my sister is so troubled? The realm of gods is not the underworld, not the human realm..."
"Brother, Agui had a nickname in the God Realm before."
"what?"
"The Devil."
"..."
"Do you know why the people who came along the way and recognized your sister were afraid and disgusted?"
"why?"
"She gets cruel, the emperor and concubine of the emperor dare to kill, the moon in the ninety-nine layer, that is, the grandmother of Lingyao, the of fire, a lot, I can't remember, they are all defeated by her men, don't ask How did I know that at that time, I often went to fight with her in groups, lest the world would not be chaotic."
"..."
The coffin palace, which was once a lingering spirit, has long been rebuilt by the flower Lingyao.
Lingyao is the of thousands of flowers, so the entire palace is full of colorful fairy flowers, the air is filled with a fragrant and exotic flower fragrance, and hundreds of colorful butterflies are flying in the flowers.
Among the thousands of flowers, there is also a beautiful pure white swing.
"Agui, I will help you burn it, don't be sad." Liu Yun held his nose, he didn't like the fragrance of flowers, it was too strong, and he was stopped by Linggui when he was about to make a move.
"This flower is so beautiful, it's a pity that it burned." He squatted down in front of a nearby blooming peony, holding the peony's rhizome with his white fingertips, and in the next second, he saw the slyly peony. , Quickly withered and decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into gray-black dead flowers. "Flowers are beautiful, but they will wither and decay, so they can only be used for ornamental purposes. I like the black lotus. Flower, I don’t like this fancy color."
Hei Lian seemed to be able to hear Ling Yu praising it, and suddenly emerged from Ling Yu's body.
Lingshu said that he likes black flowers.
The black lotus seat suddenly lifted into the sky, and in a blink of an eye it became a lotus as big as an overlord flower. The dark spiritual power diffused from the blooming lotus petals. In the blink of an eye, the fragrance of the garden overflowed with the colorful flowers. It quickly withered and died, turned into dust, and disappeared.
On the floating island, the sky above the Tiangong where the original Coffin Palace is now the Flower Temple, is shrouded by mysterious clouds, without the colorful clouds and no sky light.
Thousands of flowers withered and died. What replaced them was the mysterious black lotus blooming.
Black Lotus was alive, covering death, and the entire "Flower Temple" was covered by a terrible breath.
And at this moment, in the huge glazed palace not far away, there was a clear and beautiful female voice that was lazy and sing-
"Haihua, why is it dark? Could it be that the Storm and Thunder God is fighting over there again?"
Hearing the sound, her eyes were bright and beautiful, as if she had found a prey that excites her.
"This is Lingyao's voice." Lingshang reminded her brother-in-law, "Although she is also the daughter of the emperor, she is the princess, and the fourth oldest, she is called the fourth princess, but she is so weak that I can't even fight, so she just fights. Seeing that she is the of flowers, with the imperial concubine and the moon backing up, she thought she was the jewel of the realm. She looked down on me, but after knowing that I had a sister, I knew it. She hated my face. , I am jealous that even a man looks better than her."
"..." Gong Siyu didn't speak, but his eyes were extremely terrifying, as if he would rush in in the next second and pull out the people inside Ling Chi to death.
Spiritually and gracefully stroked the ink hair like a waterfall, quietly and silently like a cat, black lotus grew step by step, and walked towards the magnificent glazed palace. In three or two steps, nothing suddenly disappeared. There is no trace, but it seems to have moved in.
Lingyao is worthy of being the of thousands of flowers. Even in the palace where Lingkui once lived, different kinds of fairy flowers bloomed everywhere, including peony, rose, wisteria, hydrangea, peonies...the dazzling flowers and strong fragrance.
But when the spirit swiftly entered the hall, all the flowers quickly withered and died as the darkness enveloped them, and they were replaced by the black lotus with small black lotuses in bloom.
Above the high-end, purple gauze curtains are light and fluttering, and a cold jade ice bed is faintly visible on which lies a black and beautiful beauty.
This beauty is dressed in a shining snow-colored flower skirt and cloud clothes, and she sleeps in a fake sleep.
She turned her back to the hall door, so she didn't seem to notice what was happening outside the hall.
But with the sudden change in the atmosphere in the hall and the fragrance of the flowers gradually disappearing, the beauty seemed to perceive the abnormal aura, and the figure paused slightly, suddenly sitting up and turning around to find out...
A cold and beautiful, poisonous, but beautiful and enchanting face with a faint smile appeared in front of Lingyao, and it was close at hand!
For a moment, Lingyao’s beautiful pupils shrank, she raised her hand subconsciously, her fingertips overflowing with spiritual power, and she wanted to attack, but her wrist was pinched tightly by the woman who suddenly appeared in front of her. She wanted to call for help, but her throat was tight, she was slender. His neck was severely strangled by the person in front of him!
"Sister Sis, don't come here unharmed, you occupy my palace, can you live comfortably?"
Ling sneered faintly, approached Lingyao, and exhaled like orchids against her ears.
Lingyao's eyes couldn't hide the panic, but soon the panic was overwhelmed by disgust and jealousy.
She began to try to fight back, chanting the curse silently, and using spells to conjure dense, spiky rhizomes and vines, tightly entangled the spirit's wrists, neck, ankles and various parts of the body, and the vines restrained the spirit. The wicked white porcelain was like fat-cured skin, with spikes piercing her skin, constantly bleeding beads.
Lingyao's eyes revealed ecstasy, with a hint of success.
She felt that Ling's hand holding her neck loosened a little, but she did not see Ling's indifferent, with a playful look in her eyes.
As soon as she caught the opportunity to slip, she ran away!
(End of this chapter)