Chapter 137 Ming, my uncle's contractor
Leng Qianmo directly led Bei Tinghuang to the most luxurious room of the Shangzhi Club, and then found a gentle and beautiful maid to serve Bei Tinghuang, and came after she had tidied up.
The young man was dressed in an exquisite black robe, with the snow-white mask on his face, a pair of black grape-like eyes, as bright as stars, with a little light shining in them, revealing a calmness and wisdom that did not match his age. With a beautiful nose made of ice and snow, fragrant lips, and a delicate chin, no one doubts that behind the mask is a face that is full of mountains and rivers.
"Little guy, sit down!" Leng Qianmo took Bei Tinghuang's hand, pulled her to sit down on the chairs on both sides of the coffee table, and sighed, "Little guy, the Temple of Judgment is not so easy to mess with!"
Bei Tinghuang was stunned for a moment, thinking that she had completely offended this damned Holy Son this time, and originally wanted to fight him well, but who knew, with a single word of indifference, he would beat that guy up It's a bit regretful to have to die down.
Leng Qianmo's words stirred up the fighting spirit in her heart that had not been vented, she squinted her eyes slightly, and sneered, "I'm still afraid that he won't succeed?"
Not for herself, the source of chaos hidden in her body, even for Yan Ye, she had a battle with the Temple of Judgment. Gu Hao bullied her in front of so many people today with a level of difference in strength, how can she be the kind of person who remembers gratitude but not grudges?
Leng Qianmo nodded slowly, and the admiration in his eyes deepened. As a cultivator, only if you are fearless in your heart can you reach the peak that no one can climb. Although his own strength is much higher than that of Bei Tinghuang, but the little guy's character has been unique for so many years!
A divine beast, plus a holy beast?
I thought that I was already very evil, but I didn't expect that there was a more perverted existence than her. Bei Tinghuang took a deep breath, and for the first time, a feeling of coolness rose on her back, and a trace of fear just arose in her heart, and a cold voice in her heart that was a hundred times more arrogant than her said, "Humph, a little light A unicorn is nothing in my eyes. Isn’t it just a three-sword star spirit master? If he dares to come, I will set him on fire!”
The voice was very strange, but there was a deep familiarity in the soul. Bei Tinghuang was overjoyed. Except for her contracted beast, there would be no one else here who could communicate with her soul, "Ming, is that you? You woke up?"
Ming was still in infancy, and had been in a deep sleep. They had little communication, and when they opened their mouths suddenly, Bei Tinghuang was stunned for a long time before remembering that it was Ming.
"Not yet, I just woke up with a little bit of consciousness! Contractor, you must always remember that you are the contractor of my uncle. At any time, you are not allowed to have any emotions of fear. Between heaven and earth, there is a The uncle is here, no one will dare to hurt you! A little beast, and a three-sword star spirit master who is weaker than an ant, what right do you have to scare you?"
Little mythical beast? A three-sword star spirit master who is weaker than ants?
Bei Tinghuang wants to cry but has no tears. The beasts and three-sword star spiritual masters are weak, so she is a one-star great spiritual master, isn't she weak? Isn't this scolding her in disguise?
However, at this moment, Bei Tinghuang's aura suddenly rose. She didn't know what kind of monster Ming was, but the contract of life and the contract of soul were equally arrogant and arrogant, and the feeling of trusting him more than trusting herself However, yes, there is nothing to be afraid of, a little divine beast, a three-sword star spirit master who is weaker than an ant?
(end of this chapter)