Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 4147: What do you want to know

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Ye Qing's eyes were slightly chilly, and their narrow and long eyes, when they rose, outlined a blooming flame at the end of their eyes.

That smile, beautiful and thrilling.

In the eyes of the Lord of the Linglong Palace, it was like Shura climbing up from hell.

There is a chill that makes the whole body feel chilly between smiles and frowns.

The lord of the Linglong Palace has never encountered such a pressing pressure.

Even just now, when facing the black eyes of God Mo Xuanbing Rui, I had never felt this way.

A bit of fear oozes out of her pupils unconsciously.

When I spoke, even my voice trembled: "You...what do you want to do?"

Ye Qing Luo Mei's eyes half-squinted, staring at her: "What do you think, what do I want to do?"

The lord of the Linglong Palace tightened his lips, and there was a cold stream of light in his eyes.

She did not answer.

Five fingers clasped tightly.

I feel very humiliating.

Ye Qingluo paused for a moment deliberately, admiring the cold and icy face of the lord of the Linglong Hall, revealing this embarrassing look.

She doesn't speak.

Invisible, it created more pressure on the lord of Linglong Palace.

The pupils of the lord of the Linglong Palace shrank rapidly, and the hurricane surging from his pupils seemed to seep out of his pupils.

Ye Qingluo lightly opened her pink lips, saying, "Why does Linglong Palace exist? Why do you and the so-called Xuannv exist?"

Because her body is suitable, she must be forced to become the next master of Linglong Palace.

It sounds ridiculous.

Need to find the exquisite hall of the body that fits the strength.

There must be some purpose or reason for this.

Hearing Ye Qingluo’s questioning, the host of Linglong Palace’s face froze for a moment: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Anyway, you wanted to die anyway, so just tell me what happened. If I am happy, I can still get your wish, right?"

Ye Qingluo spoke with a smile, her slender fingers gently stroked her lips.

It looks like a real master of Linglong Palace.

The muscles on the main face of the Linglong Hall were slightly trembling.

What does it mean to make her get what she wants.

If so, who wants to die?

If you really want to die, how can you endure it in Linglong Hall for so many years?

Even if it is because of being the lord of Linglong Palace, there is no personal freedom, and there is no way to seek death.

But... if one really wants to die, there are thousands of ways.

Furthermore, the lord of the Linglong Hall will want her to inherit the position of the next lord of the Linglong Hall in exchange for her freedom.

This already means that she doesn't want to die at all.

For a person who longs for liberation, but is afraid and unwilling to die...

The only thing is, following her psychological defense, infiltrating little by little.

"How is it? Your Lord may consider it?" Ye Qingluo asked with a smile.

The sound of "Hall Master" was full of sarcasm.

The lord of the Linglong Palace clenched his fists, his five fingers clasped together.

A pair of poisoned eyes, as if covered with ice.

She was tight all over, as if popping out word by word from between her teeth, she gritted her teeth and said: "What do you want to know?!"

Ye Qingluo smiled deeper, leaning down slightly, and that beautiful face of Qingcheng was enlarged in the pupils of the master of Linglong Palace.

She smiled sweetly: "The reason for the existence of Linglong Palace, and... the standard of the ‘body’ you see."

The lord of the Linglong Palace tightened his brows, his face extremely ugly.