Hearing what the other party said, Ling Luo came back to his senses a little. This Qingcheng Yeling should be Mansha's old friend like Ming Heechul.
Ming Xiche snorted coldly, looked up from the pile of memorials, and said: "Go back to your underworld, don't make any mistakes!"
Qingcheng Ye Ling raised her eyebrows, glanced at Ming Xiche lightly, and raised the corners of her lips with an arc of unknown meaning.
"Miss Ye Ling, do you want some tea?" When meeting for the first time, some basic etiquette is indispensable.
The expression on Qingcheng Ye Ling's face was a little surprised, and then, as if she wanted to understand something, a helpless smile flashed across her face.
"You must have forgotten that I was the one who served you tea before." She looked confused.
Ling Luo understood that she was talking about Mansha.
"The past is the past, and people can't live in the past forever." Ling Luo looked indifferent, with a slight curve at the corner of her lips. She poured a cup of tea herself and handed it to Qingcheng Yeling, "No matter what the Mansha was in the past.
It seems that now I am just an ordinary little girl named Ling Luo."
Qingcheng took the tea from Ling Luo's hand at night, put it to her lips, took a sip, stared at her with burning dark red eyes, and said, "You are destined to be extraordinary."
Your existence is a danger.
Qingcheng Yeling kept these words in her heart.
The mean dragon swung its furry black meow tail, took cat steps, and brushed against Qingcheng Ye Ling's side. A pair of red-black eyes narrowed meanly, like a crescent moon.
"Hi, beauty~"
Jianlong shamelessly rubbed his body against Qingcheng Yeling's legs, and often his tail rolled up her exposed slender white ankles intentionally or unintentionally.
The moment Qingcheng Yeling saw Jianlong, a strange color flashed in her beautiful eyes. She knelt down, stretched out a plain hand painted with alizarin red, and gently stroked the softness on Jianlong's back.
cat hair.
"It's such a good dragon." Qingcheng Ye Ling couldn't help but admire, "It's much better than the Taotie raised by Ming Xiche."
After hearing the beauty's compliments, the cheap dragon suddenly became proud, and his good self-feeling instantly expanded a thousand times.
Jianlong raised his head very proudly, sprayed out two tubes of hot gas from his nose, and said: "That's right, Taotie can be regarded as my grandson at best. Compared with me, he is naturally far behind."
Eighteen thousand miles."
The corners of Qingcheng Ye Ling's lips curved in a seductive arc, but her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and her voice sounded a little regretful: "It's a pity that you have lost your horns and wings, so your strength is not complete."
The smile on the cheap dragon's face paused.
The proud look was gone, and even the proudly raised tail drooped.
He stretched out a black cat paw and touched his head. There were indeed two mighty dragon horns missing.
It's just that he doesn't remember.
Where did he lose the dragon horns and wings?
Qingcheng Ye Ling stroked the base dragon's furry head comfortingly and said: "The underworld has spies in all walks of life. I can help you find them."
The cheap dragon raised his head, his red-black eyes filled with crystal light, his eyes a little excited.
"Beauty, you are such a good person!"
"Haha, a good person..." Qingcheng Yeling lowered her head, with a self-deprecating arc on her lips, and murmured, "I hope I am a good person."