Traveling through the elf palace master play the king

"Why are you laughing? It's so ugly." Qingqing was very dissatisfied and used all kinds of verbal attacks to give herself the upper hand.

Murong Mingxun stopped laughing, "Aren't you worried about what I will do to you? Or do you not care at all?"

"Worried and concerned, will you let me go?" Qingqing asked.

"No," Murong Mingxun replied seriously.

"That's right! Why should I worry and care so boringly when I know it's useless?" What Qingqing was thinking about now was whether something would happen to these people on the ground.

Murong Mingxun seemed to know what he was thinking, "I don't want these on the ground, so..." He specifically wanted to see Qingqing panic.

"Don't hurt them." Qingqing lost her sense of control.

"It seems this is your weakness." Murong Mingxun was very happy to use these unrelated people to control this smart woman.

"You..." Qingqing's head kept spinning, and she wanted to quickly think of a way to escape.

Murong Mingxun didn't give her a chance to think about it. He stretched out his hand and pulled Qingqing into his arms.

"Let me go. You can't physically attack the hostages." Qingqing was already incoherent and kept struggling.

"Girl, don't move around, otherwise I can't guarantee that these people on the ground will be okay." As soon as the words came out, the body of the person in his arms froze and stopped struggling. Murong Mingxun knew that the words hit the mark. He continued to say evilly, "

Your skin is really white! Your eyes are also very bright, and they look smooth and watery."

Qingqing rolled her eyes. "You think I'm a frog! You have white skin, big eyes, and are so slippery! Who are you? Shouldn't people in the world sign up first?" There are not all ancient costume martial arts on TV.

Is that so? Qingqing’s head started to recall the TV series he watched.

"Frog? This girl's imagination is really rich," Murong Mingxun said with a sullen smile.

"If I don't tell you who I am now, you will know when I take you back to my home." Murong Mingxun whetted Qingqing's appetite.

Qingqing pouted her lips and snorted coldly, "What's so great about it must be a nobody. I dare not say it for fear of embarrassment."

Murong Mingxun touched Qingqing's hair with his hands. The smooth feel reminded him of whether the fair skin of the woman in his arms was equally smooth.

"Master, everything is ready, waiting for you to set off back to the village." Yue Ye appeared like a ghost with a cold expression on his face.

"Take all these people back home." Murong Mingxun picked up Qingqing and walked out without a second glance.

"Well, I want to be locked up with them, and I can walk on my own," Qingqing protested.

"I'm very cold. Let me warm you up for now." Murong Mingxun looked at Qingqing's little face and pinched her pretty nose lovingly.

Qingqing really felt that she was going to die. She endured it for Long Shuyu. It is not too late for the little girl to take revenge. Now she can only take one step at a time and follow her feelings!