Fantasy: My Concubine Asked Me To Marry The Empress

"Mu Qianqian! Are you looking for death?"

Chu Zhi said with a ferocious face, but Mu Chen grabbed her hair at The next moment and fell to the ground.

Except for her, the other members of Chutang were "sent" out of Wanyan Realm by Mu Chen and Mu Qianqian.

Hiss.

A few pieces of rags were thrown aside by Mu Chen, Chu Zhi froze and then looked at Mu Chen angrily.

"Li Zaigan, God and Devil! What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing?"

Mu Chen smiled, and then gave Chu Zhi a mouthful.

"I don't even want a rag from you. I don't want to do anything to you."

After speaking, he handed the purple lightning whip to Mu Qianqian who was at the side.

"Qianqian, a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye."

Hearing this, Mu Qianqian bit her red lips and took the purple lightning whip.

With red eyes, she slowly came to the frightened Chu Zhi.

"Little bitch, what do you want to do?"

"What? Of course I taught you a rag!"

Mu Qianqian turned ruthless, and rubbed Chu Zhi's face on the ground.

Then he raised the purple lightning whip in his hand.

...

Half an hour later, Mu Chen returned the token to Chu Zhi who was covered in bruises.

"What? Do you want to continue?"

Seeing Chu Zhi's ferocious expression turned pale, Mu Chen's eyes turned cold.

"no no."

Chu Zhi subconsciously trembled, and panicked, she was really scared.

Mixed men and women hit her, and the Purple Lightning Whip not only hit her body hard, but also tortured her soul.

"Qianqian, let's go back, people from Chutang should be here soon."

Mu Chen pulled Mu Qianqian up into the sky.

In mid-air, Mu Qianqian hesitated for a long time and finally called out: "Your Majesty."

"What's wrong?"

Mu Chen turned to look at Mu Qianqian in Tsing Yi.

"My lord, thank you."

"Hahaha, nothing to thank.

I just don't want my good girl to have a frown and a pitiful face every time she sees that eighth woman. "

"The pitiful expression can only be shown to this king in the future."

Hearing this sentence, Mu Qianqian was both happy and shy.

"Kings."

"what happened again?"

Seeing that Mu Qianqian suddenly stopped with her head down, Mu Chen couldn't help showing a puzzled expression.

Suddenly, Mu Qianqian's fragrant shoulders trembled slightly, and she raised her pretty face with tears in her eyes.

"Your Majesty, I was wrong before, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that to you."

Mu Qianqian said guiltily.

In the past, she and Mu Chen actually had a very good relationship, and even hid from Mu Tianhe and enjoyed each other's fragrance in the small secret garden.

But later, Mu Chen's Cultivation Base stagnated and its status plummeted.

As a result, she alienated Mu Chen and even ridiculed him in every possible way.

It must be false to say that she doesn't regret it now, she has long since regretted it.

"I'm sorry Your Majesty, I'm the one who's really useless, I'm the stupidest, the most stupid, and I'm the one who doesn't know what to do..."

Mu Qianqian wiped her tears with her slender hands, crying till pear blossoms burst into tears.

"Your Majesty, Qianqian really regrets it, she shouldn't be so ruthless..."

Facing Mu Qianqian's apology, Mu Chen didn't feel much emotion, instead he wanted to bully the little beauty in front of her.

"Don't cry, since you know you are wrong, you should accept the punishment well. Do you have to stand at attention when you are beaten?"

"Let's go back to the Dust Palace first, this king has already figured out how to treat you later."

Mu Chen smiled strangely and pulled Mu Qianqian's little hand away against the wind.

After a while, the Dust Palace belonged to Mu Chen's attic.

Mu Qianqian took off her blue dress, and changed into a sailor costume with blue and white as the main color. She also wore a hair clip with cat ears, and three thousand blue silks were also combed into double ponytails.

She knelt and sat on the ground obediently, while Mu Chen next to her was placing strange things on the table.

Among them are daggers that can make a buzzing sound.

ring bell ~

Mu Chen picked up an iron chain and a circle, and then looked at Mu Qianqian with a wicked look.

...

Xuantian Sect.

As night fell, the breeze brought a hint of coolness.

After finishing the Breathing Exercises, Qiao Qingyi glanced at the moonless night sky, and then said with some doubts:

"Why hasn't Qianqian come back so late today?"

This glamorous master of Mu Qianqian frowned slightly. Under the soft moonlight, her delicate and pretty face was extremely moving, with the intellectual elegance of a young woman.

She is wearing an off-the-shoulder skirt, with fair skin and a plump figure. On her lotus feet are a pair of moon-white brocade embroidered shoes, on her head are golden step rocks wrapped with silver threads, and on her ears are crescent-shaped earrings.

There is also a charming blue ice crystal pendant hanging on the snow-white jade neck, and the place where it hangs is the towering snow-white jade peak.

The willow waist, so slender that it can be grasped, is bound by a blue ribbon, and there is a small jade tablet hanging on the waist.

Qiao Qingyi is the kind of woman with a charming and charming heart, but she can hide it very well, but the high fork skirt is a kind of display of her, very seductive and impulsive.

His appearance is noble and cold, and he rejects people thousands of miles away, but he is very well dressed, contradictory and contrasting.

An hour later, she opened the attic window and looked at a trembling figure.

"Master."

Mu Qianqian's voice sounded hoarse.

"Qianqian, what's wrong with you?"

Qiao Qingyi grabbed the precious disciple's fragrant shoulders, and found that there was a red mark on her snow-white jade neck, as well as her wrists and ankles.

And the knees that were originally white and tender were also flushed red.

In addition, the curves of Mu Qianqian's front and back are even more impressive, and they are slightly swollen like her red lips.

"Could it be that you and Mu Chen are going to challenge some spirit beast overlord..."

Qiao Qingyi said with some distress.

"No, Tuer is fine, but his mind is a little blank and he wants to sleep..."

After Mu Qianqian finished speaking, she rolled her eyes and fell into Qiao Qingyi's arms.

Qiao Qingyi touched the pretty disciple's hair, and found that Mu Qianqian had tied up her ponytails, and her hair looked a little messy, as if it had been pulled by someone like a rein.