"Loulan, where is that place? Why have I never heard of it?" In the night, Ying Zheng came to Yan Lingji's residence and talked about the existence of Loulan during the chat with Yan Lingji.
"A very ancient city." Ying Zheng said.
"What treasure is there? It can make the king so concerned?" Yan Lingji said curiously.
"With a warrior god, it can be called the pinnacle of mechanical techniques." Ying Zheng said.
What kind of style will the soldiers and demon gods have a certain connection with the twelve golden men? This question has been in Ying Zheng's mind for a long time with the destruction of the four countries.
"Soldier Demon God?" Yan Lingji thought for a moment, but couldn't think of one, so she stopped asking, but changed into a face and said with some show-off: "King, I have already practiced the martial arts you gave me. Now I am very strong."
"Has it been trained?" Ying Zheng heard this and grabbed Yan Lingji's wrist and carefully sensed that Yan Lingji had improved his bloodline power much more than before.
Flame?
"King, how capable do you see me now?" Yan Lingji said as she pushed her back several steps. In her own palace, a Yan Lingji, full of lust, stood in front of Ying Zheng, looking like she was about to praise me, and said eagerly.
In the past few years, Yan Lingji has used all the efforts she saved in the past decade, and has finally achieved some success in practicing the bloodline technique.
As a reward for years of hard work, Yan Lingji was undoubtedly excited at this time, and only by sharing this excitement can you get greater happiness. In Xianyang Palace, Ying Zheng is the only one who can share happiness with Yan Lingji.
"It's just that?" Ying Zheng looked at Yan Lingji, who had completely hidden his body in the flames in front of him, and seemed not very satisfied.
"You now seem to have just increased the temperature of the flame a little compared to before," said Ying Zheng.
"King, there are only a little bit, but a lot." Yan Lingji said as she grabbed Ying Zheng's palm with her burning hands.
"If the king doesn't believe it, you can give it a try." Yan Lingji said with a smirk, jumped into Ying Zheng's arms, completely igniting everything without regard for the flames on her body.
However, just as Yan Lingji came into contact with Ying Zheng, a big hand was pressed on Yan Lingji's forehead. Ying Zheng said: "The lonely clothes can't stand your flame."
However, the hand was not affected in the flames at all, as if the flames that could almost ignite the air did not exist.
"I don't even wear clothes. What's the king doing with clothes? I'll take it off after a while. I'm not good for me to help the king now?" Yan Lingji said, and suddenly opened her mouth and spit out a fire snake and flew towards Ying Zheng's sleeve.
Unfortunately, Ying Zheng's sleeves only moved slightly, and the wind passed by and the fire dissipated.
"Okay, I know that's it." Seeing that her conspiracy did not succeed, Yan Lingji simply put away the flames on her body.
As the flames dissipated, Yan Lingji showed her true appearance, a jade body that was not covered with inches of inches of wisp.
Ying Zheng looked at Yan Lingji in front of him. Even though he was not familiar with Yan Lingji from the inside out, he still showed a look of obsession when he saw this body at this time.