Unscrupulous Enchantress: The Eldest Young Miss has Arrived! - Chapter 62

[Chapter 62]

Wei Mo immediately ran to Lu Shiqian’s side to check if there was anything wrong with her. He very much ignored her contract with the Death God. Anyway, as long as it was what Ah Qian did, it was right.

The god of death is very entangled now, thinking that he is a dignified god, although not the most powerful, but also has the dignity of a god, and now he has a look… well, he admits that she doesn’t disgust him because of her looks, and her figure… okay , he admitted that her suspicious mass was very comfortable to the touch, strength… well, he admitted that her strength was really terrible, he was contracted by such a “strange species”, and she became his master.

It’s too embarrassing, if he goes back, he will be laughed at by other gods of death!

Grim Reaper pressed his chest and felt the difference between the two again, and he was even more entangled!

Lu Daiqian looked at the silent god of death, and at his black clothes that covered his face, she was curious: “Can you show me what you look like?”

Listen to the master’s words, as long as she doesn’t let the phantom beast commit suicide! Covenant has clouds.

“Yes.” Death tangled fiercely: “Master.” He had a request: “It’s just that only the master can see my appearance.”

Lu Shiqian respected his own death god very much, and the two turned their backs to Wei Mo and Qin Xingluo.

Death took off his hat very quickly, and put it back on very quickly.

When Lu Daiqian saw his face, her face flushed red and her heart was pounding. She was not shy or embarrassed, really!

Hey, it really tests the endurance of the human heart. If the god of death looks like this, people will still live. No wonder he hides himself in black clothes.

Just thinking about it, a fireworks burst into the sky!

Qin Xingluo’s face changed slightly when he saw the fireworks, and he immediately took out a scroll to cast it, and a purple fireworks exploded in the air!

“Sexy girl, I’m going back.”

Lu Shiqian nodded: “Yes.”

There is no lasting banquet, she knows that.

Qin Xingluo was unwilling: “You gave me the magic jade fruit, don’t you want a reward?” In fact, he wanted to say, you can come to the imperial capital to find me.

Lu Shiqian thought for a while: “You can put more money into my magic crystal card.”

In the distance, the sound of hooves sounded, and soon someone came to pick Qin Xingluo back. His soldiers could not be without him, the God of War!

There are about a hundred people, all of them are regular troops of the fourth to fifth level, including warriors and mages. They knelt down on one knee ten meters away from Qin Xingluo: “I’m late, please punish the prince!” They didn’t look sideways, and they didn’t even look at Lu Shiqian, Death and Wei Mo. In their hearts, Prince Xingluo and the monarch were supreme!

At this time, Qin Xingluo regained the arrogance, elegance and dignity of the fifth prince of Qin, the arrogance, domineering and honor of his god of war, and the calmness, restraint and bearing of a statesman.

He walked into the purple satin soft sedan chair prepared for him by the soldiers. Although he was in ragged clothes, he couldn’t hide his natural noble atmosphere. He drank a glass of sake and ordered, “Let’s go.” He still needed to return as soon as possible. Gong detoxifies Wang brother, he has the responsibilities and obligations that he should bear!

His voice revealed that he was aloof and alienated. He was the god of war for the soldiers to look up to, and the pillar for the soldiers to kill the enemy and resist foreigners.

The horse’s hoofs were as quick as they came, and they went as quickly. He didn’t bid farewell to Lu Shiqian, and Lu Shiqian naturally wouldn’t take the initiative to bid him farewell.

It’s just that the curtain of the soft sedan was slightly opened at a distance of 100 meters.

Saying goodbye to Qin Xingluo, Lu Shiqian and his party rode Wang Cai into a large magic horse and ran all the way to the east, it was time to return to Anping.

Between Yuexiu Town and Anping Town is Fengle Town, Wangcai ran all the way, and when he saw a little crowd, he listened to the owner’s words and changed into a big dog with a slap, jumping forward. It came off a cliff for the first time and was curious about everything.

In addition to prosperity, there is also the god of death who is curious about everything.

When he saw women who occasionally came out of town, he couldn’t help but compare his breasts. In other words, there were quite a few new species with suspicious bulges.

When he arrived in Fengle Town, there were more women coming and going. He looked at the breasts of those women, then at Lu Shiqian’s, at the hair, face, eyes and figure of those women, and at Lu Shiqian’s again, very serious He lifted his chin and thought, although those new species were roughly the same as their masters, it was clear that the master was much better looking, um, the suspicious bulge of the master looked much better.

“Idiot, that’s not a suspicious bulge, it’s the chest, do you understand the chest?” Hong Jin couldn’t stand Death’s undisguised mental expression, so he opened his mouth and prepared to do basic knowledge popularization for Death.

“Breasts?” Death posed an attitude of humbly asking for advice.

“Yes, both men and women have breasts. Men’s breasts are flat, and women’s breasts are raised.” Hong Jin gestured at her breasts and drew a semicircle.

Grim Reaper looked at Lu Shiqian’s chest, and nodded suddenly: “What is a woman then?” He asked again.

“Have breasts.” Hong Jin gestured in a semicircle: “It’s a woman, and the one without breasts, the flat one, is a man.”

The god of death pressed his chest, and once again expressed his education: “What’s the use of a woman with breasts if she wants breasts?”

“It’s not a woman with boobs, it’s a woman with boobs. Of course, some women have flat chests, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have boobs.” Hong Jin competently corrected Death’s language.

“Oh, that’s it.” The god of death once again looked at Lu Shiqian’s chest, and if he realized something, it was still the master’s best-looking one. Touching it…it felt strange.

The corners of Lu Diqian’s mouth twitched. If the two of them were allowed to continue talking, her master would feel dull.

Wei Mo and himself stayed under the cliff for several days and fought several times, and their clothes were already a little messy.