Qing Ning looked at him quietly and found that he was the legendary number one handsome man in the Tianche Dynasty, King Pingzhao and Mu Ling.

But do people in the world be confused in this way and cannot see the sharpness and viciousness under his eyes?

Although his words were majestic, he could not hear the anger. His eyes that seemed to be smiling conveyed a bit of the meaning of taking the school. Tianche's prince, without caring about etiquette, came to take the school to take the school to get a murderer, who was really idle and had nothing to do.

Forget it, let’s avoid this disaster first. Qing Ning thought so, and still smiled gently and said, “Kill people, which eye of Your Highness sees me killing people?”

As he said that, he stretched out his finger and pointed at Yan Yuesheng, who had already been scared and soulless on the roof, continued: "Isn't there another one on it?"

Then he smiled and looked at the maid lying on the ground: "Besides, this woman just fell down, only three meters high, and she didn't hit the ground, so how could she die? It was just because of pain or fear of fainting. Your Highness slandering the people in such a simple way is not in line with the law!"

"Oh? Is that right?" Mu Ling questioned, and the white-clothed guard behind him immediately ran to the maid to check it out, and returned to his highness in the face and reported: "Your Highness, you are not dead."

Hearing this sentence, Mu Ling suddenly smiled and said, "It seems that I misunderstood the girl. I should apologize. Why don't I invite the girl to have tea?"

Mu Ling looked at the princess who fled from Daibei to Tianche a few days ago. He was very interested. He originally thought that the person who could escape from the fire house in the Heaven Sacrifice Field in full view should be a person with three heads and six arms, but he did not expect that a little yellow-haired girl, and she looked absolutely unparalleled.

When she first met today, she was cheating on the street and hurting others and accusing her. In the end, she bit him back and forth, and did everything in one set of skills without leaking water. She was also a talented person. He was still very interested, and even more so than before.

It was the first time I met a woman who could make him an opponent.

But Qing would rather not think so. How could this person not see through the maid who is not dead yet? He just wanted to find a reason to talk to her. After all, it is not a blessing to get involved in such a person. If someone accidentally takes the handle, all his efforts will be wasted, and she feels it is not worth it.

"Your Highness, you and I just met by chance. There is no need to be so polite. The little girl has something to do, so she left first." Qing Ning didn't want to bother him anymore, so she turned around and left.

"Miss Yan Qingning" Qingning was shocked. How could he know her name?

The moment the sound came from behind him, Qing Ning was suddenly pulled and hit the man behind him. The faint fragrance of gardenia on his body was mixed with a hint of man's youthful aura. It smelled particularly refreshing. He smiled in his eyes and looked at her condescendingly: "What if I say I want you to accompany you?"

His Highness, King Pingzhao, is full of love. It is not uncommon to fall in love with a woman for nothing, and he has the power to ask for it at will. However, despite this, every woman he fell in love with was extremely happy.

Your Highness has a power above thousands of people and a beautiful face in the world. These two points are enough to make all women in the world fall in love with you.

But today I met a ignorant of the goods. Not only did Qing Ning not speak, but he also tried to break free, but his arm was extremely strong. Facing her full strength, she couldn't move at all. She finally couldn't say: "Okay, then I'll accept your highness's apology.

Mu Ling let her go when she heard her answer and smiled and said, "I'll take you to the best restaurant here."

A man and a woman, with the same stunning face, walked on the street and attracted envious gazes. If you look closely, you will see that the man is energetic, but the woman is indifferent.

The last time I just escaped from the fire house in Daibei Tiantian Square, the burns on my body had just been recovered. In order to come out to find out the news, I was sweating pills for a while and I didn't have much strength to recover. After waking up, I was a fire, taught a lesson, and fought wits and courage with this person, and was hugged by someone for nothing. Qing Ning was really tired.

This is Moling, the capital of the Tianche Dynasty. Look, they came to Moling’s best restaurant, Yipinju.

Qing Ning was speechless, just lowered his eyes and listened to the messy discussions in the building. He took a nap in vain. It was indeed lively. Tianche really deserves to be the only country in this troubled world that can compete with Daibei. Its prosperity is a very good concentration in this restaurant.

"This woman likes bright colors in her childhood. Why does Miss Yan prefer this flower of hell?"

Qing Ning looked up and looked at the ghostly prince. He pointed to the pattern on the other side of her body. She was wearing red clothes, and the pattern was outlined with deeper red lines. The color was actually not easy to distinguish, and his observation ability was so good.

"Everyone has their own aspirations. Don't Your Highness like Mandala too?"

"Manzhushahua is divided into two types. The moment the flowers bloom, the white ones rise to heaven, and the red ones break into hell."

Is Mu Ling reminding her of something?

Qing Ning didn't believe that the illusory fate could actually control a person's life. Can the red flower? She insisted on turning hell into heaven.

So she refuted, "What's the matter, it's just a difference between white and red."

Mu Ling chuckled and moistened the world. What kind of woman has the courage to reverse her fate. Then she raised her hand and poured two cups of tea, handed it to Qing Ning, and said, "The storyteller here is the best in Quanmoling."

Qingning took the tea and took a sip and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

But the words from the storyteller's mouth that she heard the next moment almost made her unable to hold the tea cup. She couldn't help but turn to look at the high platform in the middle of the restaurant.

On the high platform, the storyteller spitted: "That is, on the ritual of the ritual sacrifice field in the ritual, there was a blazing fire, which looked hotter than the sun in the sky. In this era, the Northern Emperor personally presided over this sacrifice and threw the only princess from Daibei into the fire, without blinking..."

After hearing this, Qing Ning no longer wanted to listen. She was the only princess from the Emperor of Daibei Dynasty, but because of a birthmark in her hand, she was named "Chinlian Yaomei" and was destined to be sacrificed and burned to death. She was her biological father, and she was merciless.

Qing Ning thought about the sacrifice to the sky three months ago, and the heartache was particularly clear. He had already increased his strength in his hand and held the teacup, making a sizzling sound.

"Miss, do you know Dai Bei's Red Demonic Girl?" Mu Ling suddenly asked, and this question was clever.

If she wasn't the evil girl, it would be okay to discuss it with him. If she was, this issue would be a bit heartbreaking and would definitely show an unnatural look.

"Hearing" Qing Ning continued to calm down, "The Red Demon Girl, the world was overthrown as soon as she came out, so everyone in the world was killed. Didn't they just be sacrificed to the sky in Daibei?"

Qing Ning was still gentle on the surface, but the other hand hidden under the sleeve robe had already clenched his fist. It turned red because it was too hard, and the knuckles even made some giggling sounds.

Everyone in the world wants to kill her for an illusory prophecy, even her father, the noble Dai Beihuang.
Chapter completed!