“Wait a moment.”
“put!”
“Well”
Lu Bei raised his finger and pointed at his face, then pointed at Zhu Qilan, and said dryly: “Cousin, your face doesn’t look good, your hall is dark, and you have signs of being possessed.”
“Your Highness, you, you” Butler Yu raised his hand to cover his mouth, his face full of horror.
After being reminded by the two, Zhu Qilan realized that the demonic thoughts that she had just suppressed resurfaced with much greater force than before. On her fair face, several black auras swam back and forth, reaching a level that she could not suppress on her own.
How is it possible? We didn’t celebrate festivals so frequently before.
Zhu Qilan’s expression was stiff, his heart was cold, and his complex mood was like that of a patient. He knew that he was not feeling well, but he did not expect to be so seriously ill.
She took a deep breath and looked at Lu Bei full of resentment. After a while, she said coldly: “Follow me to the quiet room, only half of it is open, right? Yes, I promise you, but you’d better not regret it!”
The cold air rushed up from the soles of his feet to his spine. Lu Bei shivered subconsciously and followed Zhu Qilan cautiously.
While curiously looking at the black mist of evil thoughts running around her body, he sorted out his thoughts for a long time, but he didn’t understand the female brain circuit.
Maybe, maybe this is the so-called princess disease!
Midnight, quiet room.
The pearl lights up the dark room. Zhu Qilan is sitting cross-legged on the cloud bed, her clothes are soaked with sweat, and her black hair is stuck to her neck and cheeks. The delicate beauty’s pale face is slightly flushed, which has a special sense of temptation.
The biting cold air dispersed, freezing the sweat-soaked clothes and filling the air, freezing Lu Bei behind into a lump of ice.
Click!
Lu Bei worked hard to break away from the ice, secretly saying that women in the world of immortality are troublesome. They are either poisonous or too cold, and there are not many normal people.
Except Bai Jin.
Although she is decisive in killing, silent when she can do it, and good at convincing people with reason, Lu Bei knows that she is a gentle and good swordsman.
“Cousin, what’s going on with your demonic thoughts? They are so fierce and difficult to suppress. Is it caused by too many killings?” Lu Bei thought carefully. He didn’t know much about Zhu Qilan. Based on the analysis when they first met, he came up with a murderous intention. Too heavy a conclusion.
It seems that this is the case for the Imperial Master and Grand Tutor. His murderous intent is so strong that it is difficult to suppress it, and he repeatedly jumps between being possessed and normal.
“Maybe, or maybe none of the people who deserved to be killed died.”
Zhu Qilan stood up and glanced condescendingly at Lu Bei: “The ugly words are ahead. If you want to stay with m
