Chapter: 1057
Fu Qingyang's expression froze, he glanced at him, and said:
"roll!"
late at night.
In the quiet and deserted streets, the scorching sun during the day slowly settles down in the dead of night, and the evening breeze is a bit cool.
Zhang Yuanqing came to the cafe opposite the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau as scheduled.
In the cafe, the lights were bright, and the Mistress of the Killing Palace, wearing a gorgeous long dress, was sitting by the window with her chin resting in her hand, beautifully in a daze.
"Palace Master, I want to buy a life essence." Zhang Yuanqing cut to the chase.
The Master of the Killing Palace glanced at him, then retracted his gaze, and said in a cold tone:
"The production of life liquid is limited, and there is no extra for you."
Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing was disappointed for a while.
The owner of Zhisha Palace changed the subject: "However, Xie Jiayou, Lingxi begged for one for you."
Ah, really my good girl! Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed, and immediately asked:
"How do you know that I am looking for you to buy life essence."
The corner of the Palace Master's mouth curled up in a sarcasm:
"Isn't that what you're looking for?"
Don't make me look like a scumbag. Zhang Yuanqing said righteously:
"Naturally, I want to get closer to the palace lord, but the palace lord is as beautiful as a fairy, like a lotus in a snow mountain that is not stained by dust, so I only dare to look at it from a distance, and dare not blaspheme."
Palace Master Zhisha sneered and said, "Oh, you still want to blaspheme me!"
Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback, and just about to explain, he suddenly felt his ankle tighten, and then the world spun, and the foreground and things in front of him were turned upside down.
He was hung upside down by a red string.
"Palace master?"
Palace Master Zhisha unhurriedly took out a tube of pale golden liquid, put it on the table, and said calmly:
"After two hours, the red line will break automatically. You should reflect on it."
She stood up gracefully, dragged the ground bright red, and disappeared at the door of the cafe.
"Palace Master, Palace Master, let me down!"
Zhang Yuanqing shouted for a long time, but the woman disappeared without a trace.
What am I reflecting on? Blaspheme you?
Zhang Yuanqing was dazed and angry, not understanding what this crazy critic was doing.
He has an inexplicable feeling that he has been condemned for stepping out the door with his left foot first.
It was daylight. JrNovels.com
"roll!"
late at night.
In the quiet and deserted streets, the scorching sun during the day slowly settles down in the dead of night, and the evening breeze is a bit cool.
Zhang Yuanqing came to the cafe opposite the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau as scheduled.
In the cafe, the lights were bright, and the Mistress of the Killing Palace, wearing a gorgeous long dress, was sitting by the window with her chin resting in her hand, beautifully in a daze.
"Palace Master, I want to buy a life essence." Zhang Yuanqing cut to the chase.
The Master of the Killing Palace glanced at him, then retracted his gaze, and said in a cold tone:
"The production of life liquid is limited, and there is no extra for you."
Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing was disappointed for a while.
The owner of Zhisha Palace changed the subject: "However, Xie Jiayou, Lingxi begged for one for you."
Ah, really my good girl! Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed, and immediately asked:
"How do you know that I am looking for you to buy life essence."
The corner of the Palace Master's mouth curled up in a sarcasm:
"Isn't that what you're looking for?"
Don't make me look like a scumbag. Zhang Yuanqing said righteously:
"Naturally, I want to get closer to the palace lord, but the palace lord is as beautiful as a fairy, like a lotus in a snow mountain that is not stained by dust, so I only dare to look at it from a distance, and dare not blaspheme."
Palace Master Zhisha sneered and said, "Oh, you still want to blaspheme me!"
Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback, and just about to explain, he suddenly felt his ankle tighten, and then the world spun, and the foreground and things in front of him were turned upside down.
He was hung upside down by a red string.
"Palace master?"
Palace Master Zhisha unhurriedly took out a tube of pale golden liquid, put it on the table, and said calmly:
"After two hours, the red line will break automatically. You should reflect on it."
She stood up gracefully, dragged the ground bright red, and disappeared at the door of the cafe.
"Palace Master, Palace Master, let me down!"
Zhang Yuanqing shouted for a long time, but the woman disappeared without a trace.
What am I reflecting on? Blaspheme you?
Zhang Yuanqing was dazed and angry, not understanding what this crazy critic was doing.
He has an inexplicable feeling that he has been condemned for stepping out the door with his left foot first.
It was daylight. JrNovels.com
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