Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 5181: The Tomb of Huang Wuyou (3)
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Search?
What to search for? !
Huang Cixiu frowned, and the motion of turning over and down stopped.
Then lay back down again, closing his eyes.
Soon, a group of people rushed into the room and walked around without hesitation, as if looking for something.
After making sure that there are no other people in the room.
Another swarming left the room.
Huang Ci is not a fool.
Contacting my chaotic brain and the actions of those people just now.
How much is what I guessed.
She quietly let out her senses until she was sure that the entire yard was calm down.
She opened her eyes slowly.
The team who dared to break into the yard where she was unscrupulous, they must be from the Demon Temple.
What are they trying to search?
Huang Ci pressed his still a little groggy head, propped up, and walked towards the night room on the second floor.
After seeing that there is no one in the room.
Think of Lord Demon Hall's attitude towards Ye Qingluo during the day.
Her expression condensed suddenly, and immediately disappeared into the darkness.
…………
The main hall of the Magic Palace Castle.
A woman in a black dress of crow feathers, lazily leaning on the huge obsidian throne, in a lazy posture, without the slightest emotion in her eyebrows.
She sneered confidently and arrogantly with red lips pursed.
It seems that I have already controlled everything in my heart.
When Ye Qingluo approached the main hall, he saw this scene.
She hides in the shadows, her breath is restrained very well.
Suddenly, a chuckle like a silver bell burst into the hall: "Emperor, you really bear your heart... Give her to the main hall?"
When I heard the word "Di Zun".
Ye Qingluo's heart beats suddenly.
The emperor?
Is A Xuan here?
Then... who is the "she" in the mouth of the Demon Temple?
The laughter, strands, entangled Ye Qingluo.
After a while.
The empty and solemn hall resounded familiarly, but with a somewhat indifferent voice, overshadowing the woman's laughter.
——"If the deity can't bear it, what shall you do?"
Ye Qingluo's heart gave a fierce thump.
That is...
A Xuan's voice!
It's definitely Ah Xuan's voice, you can't be wrong!
Is he really here?
Still with that Demon Temple, together?
In the middle of the night, Zigua men and widows!
He's gutless, right? !
Ye Qingluo clenched her small fist, suppressing the urge to rush out.
I heard the coquettish smile of the magic hall: "The emperor is really unfeeling. If you can't bear it, the hall will be jealous..."
She smiled and smiled, drawing a long tail.
There was a sudden pause, and the voice seemed to be covered with frost: "The hall is jealous...there are some people who will pay the price."
"Heh." The cool and thin voice chuckled softly, and then faintly uttered two words, "It's up to you."
Immediately, a gust of wind passed by.
Mixed with the Demon Temple, sighed quietly: "Hey, he is really a boring man, but I think this temple loves very much..."
Ye Qingluo stood silently in the dark, her expression faintly revealing some treacherous emotions.
That voice...
It is indeed Ah Xuan's.
Whether it is the voice or tone of speech, or the way of speaking.
It's all true, it's A Xuan.
But she didn't believe it.
She understood the meaning of the words of the Demon Temple.
The "she" in the mouth of the magic temple, I am afraid it is her, right?
If it is really A Xuan...
How could A Xuan say, "As you are", and let the Demon Temple act on her?