Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife

"You disguise it. The show is about to begin." The Prince sat down and saw Leng Yeran obediently, with a gentle smile on his face, looked at Lin Ying who was crying without tears, and instructed lightly, After thinking about it, I was instructed, "Don't forget to disguise like a little, and have been with Xiaomo for so long. You must be more thorough in understanding his character and expression. Especially the pride of contempt for sentient beings, must be imitated. . "

"Yes, Prince, his subordinates understand." Lin Yan responded respectfully. Although he said so, could a little guard really imitate the grandfather's momentum? Forget it, no matter how you fight, you will find an excuse to slip away. Comforting himself in this way, Lin Ying did not dare to retreat negligently for a moment.

The prince looked at the distant sky through the unclosed door, his eyebrows frowned slightly, Xiao Mo, must come back soon, and must not wait too long alone. I looked down at the folding fan in my hand, and sneered at the corner of my mouth. The good show is about to begin. Lonely good brother, can you still live with it?

No matter how hustle and bustle outside, this hustle and bustle is a noisy noise in Baili Liumo's eyes. He changed into an unobtrusive white coat, a dark purple flowing cloud belt around his waist, and a silver butterfly mask covering the demon's evil face. , Shuttle among the alleys of Beijing, try to avoid people's eyes and eyes, and hurriedly walked towards his intended location.

Standing in front of that dilapidated private house, Baili Liumo hesitated. Is it really not here? But ... hesitant, reached out and pushed open the half-covered door, and walked into the courtyard. A strange feeling came out spontaneously, his eyes narrowed, and he looked carefully at the surrounding situation. His hand was ready. Defensive posture, ready to deal with sudden danger.

After waiting for a long time, the feeling of uneasiness intensified, but there was no slight difference, it is still the same here, except for the gentle sound of the wind, the place is a bit weird.

"King Nan, it's rare to be able to meet you at this time." The woman's clear and mellow voice sounded, Baili Liumo condensed her internal forces into the palm of her hand, watched the surrounding situation, and looked for the source of the sound.

"Oh, don't be so nervous, take it easy, I'm here to help you." The woman gave out a silver bell-like laugh and gently rang a finger, and the surrounding scenery immediately changed, unlike the calmness just now. For a time, the small courtyard was full of crises.

"Who are you?" Baili Liumo's eyes were tightly locked in the giant monster in front of him, and he couldn't tell what it was like, but he looked like a tiger, but with a snake's head, blue-faced fangs, and scarlet eyes staring. The smelly mucus from his mouth seemed to be looking at a delicious meal.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that you want to go to Saint ... No, it's the master of Dingguo County, right." The woman said with a smile, and once again rang a finger, a dim green Spirit ball floated into the air and hit the monster.

"Wow!" The monster apparently did not expect to be attacked, roaring loudly, a little anger in the scarlet eyes.

"I help you to hold it down. I think it should not be difficult for you to enter the passage behind it. There is another space created by the head of the Jiuli ethnic group using his own spiritual power. This space is completely parallel to this space. This Space is what we call the Jiuli Fantasyland. "