A drop of cold sweat ran across Ling Luo's forehead.
It's a shame that this guy, Jianlong, can figure it out.
"If you really have nothing to do with that bitch Ling Ying, how come you keep hiding in her boudoir?" Ling Luo obviously didn't believe it.
The cheap dragon rolled his eyes and said with a matter-of-fact expression: "Of course I have to hide in her boudoir, so that people can easily discover the affair."
Ling Luo was slightly shocked: "You... did it on purpose?"
"Hmm~" Qianlong crossed his arms and nodded seriously.
Ling Luo immediately looked at Jian Long with admiration, stretched out a hand, patted Jian Long on the shoulder, and said: "You are so loyal, thank you for your hard work."
The cheap dragon immediately became proud.
Two kind words and his hair was smoothed over.
"I am now a god cultivator in the core building stage. It can be said that it is easy to use some brainwashing and suggestive spells on a god cultivator in the foundation building stage like Ling Ying."
Ling Luo understood instantly and said: "In other words, you will make Ling Ying mistakenly believe that something actually happened between you and her, right?"
"Clever!" The cheap dragon laughed.
A narrow look flashed across Ling Luo's eyes, and she sighed: "Your trick of seduction to lure the king into the urn is really brilliant."
"You're welcome, you're rewarded." Jianlong chuckled, looked at Ling Luo with an almost flattering look, and said, "Xiao Luo, for the sake of my hard work, shouldn't I be rewarded with a little sweetness?
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Ling Luo raised her eyebrows and raised the corners of her lips slightly: "No problem."
She stretched out her hand and poured out a large pile of Yulingxue Zhi and Millennium Ebony, and piled it into a hill half as high as a person in front of Jianlong.
Then, Ling Luo stretched out her arm and made a "please enjoy it as you like" gesture to Jianlong.
The corners of Jianlong's eyes twitched, his eyes were filled with disgust, and he said: "Xiao Luo, I am already a god cultivator in the pill-forming stage, and you actually use this kind of elixir that a condensation-stage god cultivator takes to deal with me.
Emperor?"
Ling Luo shrugged, with a somewhat innocent expression on his face, and said, "That's all I have."
The greedy gaze of the cheap dragon swept over the herb field in Muxue, Xiling, and lingered on the hundreds of thousand-year-old elixirs, refusing to leave.
Sima Zhao's heart is as clear as day.
Ling Luo saw through Jianlong's intention at a glance and strictly forbade him: "Don't use your imagination. Those precious thousand-year-old elixirs were all cultivated by Master with so much hard work."
The cheap dragon thief was unwilling to give up, and directly ran to Xiling Muxue's side, flattering him: "Xiaoluo's master, you see, I have made such a big sacrifice to help your beloved disciple get revenge, so please give me some
Let’s bring the elixir to Da Da Ya Festival.”
Xiling Muxue didn't even raise her eyelids, her face was frosty, and she said in a cold voice: "No one who is more than three hundred years old is allowed to touch."
Seeing that Jianlong was so dedicated to helping Xiaoluo, Xiling Muxue had already made a big concession.
Jianlong's handsome face suddenly fell down, and he said softly: "Xiaoluo's master, look, let alone the elixir that is less than 300 years old, it is the elixir that is less than 800 years old.
It’s useless for the emperor to tell you.”
"Okay, prison, please stop making trouble." Ling Luo had a stern look on his face, took a step forward, pulled Jianlong back from Xiling Muxue, and said, "Master still wants to clean up the cultivation medicine, so you don't want to go.