Tsundere Empress: Immortal Supreme? Just a Provocative Disciple

Huang Xinning looked a little angry, shook her sleeves and left.

There was no one else in the house.

Leng Feiran sat up suddenly. She quickly came to the dressing table and started putting on makeup with trembling hands.

The shivering clothes couldn't be healed well, and after struggling for a long time, they finally settled down to satisfaction.

But then, she noticed herself in the mirror.

She has turned white now!

Leng Feiran pulled her hair angrily. How could she be so embarrassed?

Pity my beautiful hair!

Yue Qingling, you are so cruel!

But at this time, she didn't dare to alert the enemy.

Leng Feiran quickly packed up, took her storage bag with her, came to the door, and set up a ban that read: "The Empress retreats."

Then, she soared into the sky.

She won't tell anyone this time, not anyone!

Yue Qingling is hers, no one can see her!

Just now, Leng Feiran felt a trace of Chan Nu!

This feeling is so familiar.

Just by moving like this, she suddenly woke up from the confusion that was like falling into an abyss.

Channu, just to the west!

When she was flying in the air, she felt her heart surge.

This time she became aware of Chan Nu's presence and gradually calmed down.

At the same time, I also had the mind to think about the scene at that time.

Leng Feiran was convinced that although she was furious at Yue Qingling, she definitely did not use so much strength.

There was no sign of her soul releasing any spiritual energy.

It was so strange that Yue Qingling could die directly with just such a slap.

What makes her even more incredible is that Yue Qingling died immediately, and her body disappeared directly.

This is almost impossible to happen. After death, how can you have the strength to destroy your body?

But at that time, she was momentarily confused by this unexpected incident.

What followed was endless sadness and regret, and in the end I just lost my mind and went crazy, never daring to review the scene again.

Now that she recalled this, even though Leng Feiran was still frightened, she still didn't believe that Yue Qingling died like this.

The young man who was thrown into a dungeon and could never escape, the slave who was worthy of being his wife, had been groveling for a year without daring to die.

Coming out of the Holy Land of the Ultimate Way, are you so bloody?

impossible!

Yue Qingling cherished her life very much.

The more Leng Feiran thought about it, the more she felt that she had been cheated.

She raised her flying speed to the fastest speed, almost spending her whole life flying.

She didn't sleep, didn't eat or drink, and just flew all the way in the air.

Like a red meteor, it rushed straight away according to Chan Nu's location.

No one can stop her!

She must know what happened to the Chan slave who gave her the signal!

Soon, she arrived at the boundary of Xizhou.

Leng Feiran flew over Chencheng and came to a large river.

She sensed that Chan Nu was here.

There is a dense jungle beside this slowly flowing river.

In this jungle, there is an inconspicuous thatched cottage.

Leng Feiran slowly landed in front of the thatched cottage.

Her heartbeat quickened.

A familiar smell made her whole body tremble.

Leng Feiran clenched her pink fists and slowly came outside the thatched cottage. She walked through the fence and came to the small thatched cottage. She lightly touched the wooden door. The door was unlocked, revealing the simple equipment inside.

There was a single elm wood bed with quilts placed on it, neatly folded.

In addition, there is a small dining table and two small stools.

This is where a bachelor sleeps.

But Leng Feiran quickly came to the bedside, lowered her head and sniffed, and the familiar fragrance penetrated her nose.

Then her anger boiled over.

Little Channu!

You really want to die!

The Empress of Dongzhou was almost pissed off by Yue Qingling!

She walked out angrily, bound to find the young man who dared to play tricks on her.

But as soon as she turned around, Leng Feiran's anger slowly subsided as if it had encountered snowy water.

Will she fall in love and kill Yue Qingling like before?

The regrets she had felt over the past two months were not pleasant.

If Yue Qingling is pushed into a panic and he does this again, what should I do?

Leng Feiran, the empress of the Demon Cult who was fearless, became fearful for the first time.

She slowly came to the small courtyard and looked at the place where Yue Qingling lived.

The sound of rushing water and the rustling of trees by the wind could be heard in my ears.

Yue Qingling was alone. She would rather live in such a place in the demon land than meet her.

It can be seen that he already hates himself very much.

Is it really that annoying?

Leng Feiran felt disappointed.

She turned her back to the fence gate and looked at the low thatched hut in a daze.

At this moment, she suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind.

Leng Feiran's whole body tensed up, and she didn't even dare to turn her head.

Afraid of being disappointed again!

is it you? Yue Qingling?

You speak first!

"Hello, girl? Why are you in my yard?"

Yue Qingling came back from the river. He was carrying a fish basket and wearing a bamboo hat, just like a young fisherman.

This morning, he practiced by the river. At the same time, he let Shui Longzhu play in the Baihe River, and caught a few fish on the way back.

It’s noon and I’ll cook some carp and tofu soup.

I have to say that after these two months, my life has been very comfortable and enjoyable.

Moreover, Shui Longzhu made jokes with him every day, and he didn't find it boring.

There were more smiles on Yue Qingling's face.

He came outside his yard and suddenly saw a woman in red standing inside.

This woman has white hair and her back is turned to herself. She is obviously not an ordinary person.

Yue Qingling was shocked, but not too nervous.

He lives here under the protection of Guo Feng.

As long as Guo Mingwu, who often comes here for dual cultivation, finds out that he is not there, he will immediately ask for help.

So Yue Qingling asked sarcastically.

This is not an abandoned yard. Don't blow up my yard while you are idle.

After Leng Feiran heard his voice, she felt her limbs begin to tremble.

She couldn't control her tears, and they fell in big drops from her beautiful eyes.

He's not dead...

He's really not dead...

Moreover, he has not recognized himself yet.

Leng Feiran didn't dare to look back, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand in panic.

Then, she quickly took out a cloud mask from her storage bag and put it on her face.

This mask has no shape. After wearing it, others can't see her face clearly. Not only does it not affect her eating and breathing, it can also change her voice.

They even disguise themselves as real according to the master's wishes.

Leng Feiran adjusted her mood, turned around, pretended to be profound and said in a long tone: "Is this where you live?"

Yue Qingling was stunned when she saw her mask.

Who is this master?

This cloud and mist mask is very precious, and not just any ordinary lady can afford it.

Moreover, the voice is quite classical and elegant. Once you hear it, you can tell that this woman is no ordinary person.