Male God Please Lie Down

Yuwen Wuji poured Song Qingming a cup of tea and talked with her.

"Yes."

Song Qingming also wanted to make friends with such a strange place in the real spirit world.

"It seems that the two of you also have a deep hatred."

Yuwen Wuji had a harmless smile on his face.

"Well, **** hatred. Endless death."

When Song Qingming said this, he was also calm.

Hearing Song Qingming's outspoken words, Yuwen Wuji couldn't help being a little surprised.

Song Qingming knew that he was originally a cannon fodder in the plot, but he wanted to reverse the plot. This original Yuwen Wuji, who had let Long Aotian soar into the sky, was about to live here as a springboard.

"It's a coincidence, today I also have a bit of hatred with this Long Aotian."

After Yuwen Wuji finished speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Why does this girl have no private rooms anymore?"

There was a noisy sound outside the door.

"Snapped-"

Accompanied by a woman's sharp voice, there was a whip whip.

Song Qingming seemed to be familiar with this voice.

She looked towards the doorway on one side. The doors on this side were all made of silk yarn, and the upper part was even more transparent, so that everything on the outside could be seen clearly.

Sure enough, I saw a familiar person, Long Aotian's junior sister.

At this time, she was proudly beating the shop second with a whip.

"Miss, all the private rooms are really full."

The shop Xiaoer reluctantly dodged and explained.

"You leave it to me at will, so this lady won't be in a place like this outside and have a meal with those messy people."

The younger sister whipped again with the whip, the whip was too long, and it just hit the door of Song Qingming and the others.

The door opened, and the little sister looked inside instantly, and saw that there was just a pot of tea on their table.

Suddenly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he walked inward with one hand around the whip in his hand.

Xibi and Yue'er, like maids, followed behind her, not even daring to lift their heads.

The little junior sister kept looking at their table, "It's really poor and sour. I'll pay for this pot of tea for you. Hurry up and let the people come out and leave!"

Yuwen Wuji frowned, just about to say something.

It was held down by Song Qingming.

Even though Yuwen Wuji did not understand, he did not speak.

"Are you all dumb?"

After finishing talking, they ignored Song Qingming, and the little Junior Sister became angry again.

Song Qingming looked at her coldly, what kind of trump card did she have, she could be so arrogant and bloodthirsty.

"what-"

Little Junior Sister looked at Song Qingming, and was suddenly stunned.

"Where did you seem to have seen it!?"

Little Junior Sister's voice just fell, and Xi Bi and others also looked at Song Qingming.

"Princess…"

Both of them shouted in despair.

How could the princess be here.

"The princess? It's that bitch, who even came to the real spirit world after chasing the brother, bah."

Little Junior Sister looked at Song Qingming's eyes and became contemptuous.

"You killed the people in my princess mansion?"

Song Qingming's face was expressionless, and his eyes were cold.

"What's wrong with me? Ha ha... If I didn't drive away, I would slaughter the palace."

Little Junior Sister raised her chin while speaking!

Of course, this sentence was also casually said. At that time, she took the injured Long Aotian and found that he was something wrong, so she was furious and went back to look for this **** princess desperately, who knew that she was not dead. .