Gently spit out a mouthful of Taiyin Qi, and turned into a round and lovely baby on the counter.

Wang Qian's eyes fell and he looked at the counter. He couldn't see the spirit body, but the musician's spirit could sense something there.

He raised his eyes and looked at Yuanshi Tianzun with longing and pleading eyes.

Zhang Yuanqing breathed out the air of the sun again, and threw it on his face gracefully and gracefully. Wang Qian only felt his face turn cold, and frost seemed to form around his eye sockets.

He felt that his eyesight had been endowed with a certain ability, and immediately looked at the counter, and sure enough, he saw a cute baby with sparse lanugo lying on his stomach.

The difference from before is that the baby's big black eyes are full of agility, and occasionally flashes of wisdom, no longer empty and ignorant.

Wang Qian's eyes softened all of a sudden, and he picked up Ying Ling, "My sister would be so happy to see you. Her child is still here, always here."

It is also possible that the mother and child were reunited on the spot. Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart and said:

"Ordinary people will get sick from fright when they see a spirit body, I advise you to give up this bold idea.

"You have fifteen minutes to contact the spirit body and see the spirit body. Let's reminisce about the old days."

After all, enter the depths of the hotel.

Take the elevator upstairs to the leftmost room on the third floor, Zhang Yuanqing knocked on the door.

"Crack!"

The door handle automatically unscrewed, and then slowly opened inward.

Zhang Yuanqing stepped into the room, walked through the porch into the living room, glanced over, and saw Palace Master Zhisha sitting lazily behind the desk with the window behind him.

The light outside the window poured into the room, she was bathed in the light, her hair was shining, but her face was shrouded in shadow.

Seeing Zhang Yuanqing coming in, the beautiful eyes under the silver mask burst into joyful brilliance, but after careful inspection, the eyes suddenly sank and became indifferent.

The light affected Zhang Yuanqing's perception of words and expressions, and he said unconsciously:

"Palace Master, I."

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a murderous aura attacking his head, and then his hands and feet tightened. Before he could react, he floated up and was hung in mid-air.

A series of question marks flashed in Zhang Yuanqing's mind.

"I'm very angry." The Mistress of the Killing Palace pushed the table up and walked slowly, a pair of exquisite and jade-like feet looming under the hem of her skirt.

She stopped in front of Zhang Yuanqing, raised her head, and said coldly:

"I hate people putting hats on me, even if I'm a nigga. For unclean men, my solution is to castrate them, soak them in pig cages, hang them for seven to forty-nine days, and make them into bacon."

She suddenly sniffled, gritted her teeth and said, "Sure enough, you are an unclean person, you have the body odor of other women on you!!"

After all, she summoned a snow-white sharp blade with cold eyes, and pressed it against Zhang Yuanqing's crotch:

"It seems that there is only castration."

"Mistress of the palace, please speak up if you have something to say."

His hips were cold, Zhang Yuanqing, who was in a daze, finally came to his senses, knowing that he and Guan Ya made a friendship with Guan Bao, and the palace lord noticed it.

She is jealous. JrNovels.com