Peerless Spirit Master

   The secret behind Chapter 326! wrong again [joint chapter]

   What the hell?

  Who is Lier?

   These days, it is popular to admit the wrong person?

  Qing Yunge didn't look up, she quietly avoided the shadow in front of her, looking very cowardly.

   Now she is playing a slave, and she can't show any clues until she is not selected by Countess Bette.

   And this name sounds like a girl, she is a boy at this time.

  You can't even admit the wrong gender if you admit the wrong person.

   However, the man did not intend to let her go.

   He took another step closer, and the coolness on his body seemed to dissipate at this moment.

   In the cool and thin voice, there is also a cautious: "Li'er, it's me, I'm Cangzhi."

The name    is still taken from what she Lier said to him back then.

   The vicissitudes of life, stop in front of you.

  Although he knew that Li'er was just borrowing this sentence to make him retreat, he didn't care.

   He was very satisfied to be able to talk to her.

  Qing Yunge: "…"

   Please tell her personally, who is Cang Zhi?

   The inexplicable behavior of this newly-appeared man shocked the others.

   The steward looked blankly at the two attendants who came in behind the man, and asked, what's going on?

   "Your Highness, you have identified the wrong person." An attendant walked up immediately, looking a little embarrassed, "These are all male human slaves."

   I couldn't help but murmured in my heart, a thousand years have passed, yet His Highness still misses the princess of the Phoenix clan, and he doesn't know what ecstasy soup he drank.

  The poor old patriarch wanted to hold his grandson, and he couldn't even see a grandson-in-law until now.

  Cangzhi turned a deaf ear, he still looked at the figure that was much shorter than him, and his voice softened a little again: "Li'er, look up at me, okay?"

Unbearable!

   Qing Yunge's eyes twitched, she took a deep breath, and then raised her head.

   The eyes of the person in front of him are like the sea, slowly brushing his face.

  Cold, but with a hint of fiery.

   It was as if he had seen the most precious treasure in the world, and his calm and unwavering eyes were now filled with waves.

   That is an emotion called joy, lost and found.

   "Sir, what do you want to say?" Qing Yunge's heart was as calm as water, but her eyes pretended to be dodging, "Does your lord want to take the slave back?"

   The voice was weak, with fear and hope.

  Cangzhi's expression changed instantly.

  Qing Yunge despised herself, gritted her teeth and continued to pretend: "If the adults take a fancy to the slave, the slave will definitely be very obedient."

   Obedient ass!

  Don't look at her, she has to wait for Countess Bette.

   As soon as these words came out, what surprised Qing Yunge was—

   As if someone had punched him in the face, the blood on Cang Zhi's face faded in an instant.

   His already fair face turned pale now.

   The faint light in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

   It's like...something can never come back.

   Thousands of hectares of stars and rivers have since perished.

   There is nothing brighter.

   "Sir, sir?" Qing Yunge thought she had said something wrong, so she called out tentatively.

However-

   "No, you are not Li'er." Cang Zhi took a few steps back, his eyes became cold.

   He shook his head and said in a low voice: "Yes, she is already dead, and she is so arrogant, how can she show such an expression?"

   How could he be regarded as her just because someone else acted like Li'er to the extreme?

   Damn it!

  No one can compare to Lier.

who?

   Qing Yunge's brows twitched slightly.

  Who the **** is he talking about?

  Although she didn't know what the man's actions meant, she could still see the extremely disappointed and sullen look on his face.

   That seems to be an expression...after losing a loved one.

   "She is dead—" Cang Zhi said, and suddenly laughed, but his eyes gradually became cold, "I should understand, she is dead."

  The VIP room was extremely silent, and only the man's laughter was cold to the core.

   makes people feel a tingling feeling when they hear it.

   Stewards and attendants dare not speak, and other human slaves dare not speak.

  Qing Yunge lowered his head again and remained silent.

   There are still doubts lingering in her heart, but the current situation does not allow her to think too much.

   But what Qing Yunge can be sure of is that she doesn't know a person named Cang Zhi.

   Oh, no, this one called Cangzhi should be 100% not human.

   She frowned and observed the blue-haired man from the corner of her eye, but found nothing unusual.

  The air was still silent, and the laughter lasted for a while before finally stopping.

   "Your Highness..." An attendant stepped forward and hesitated, "Are we going back to Asia first..."

   Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Cang Zhi waving his hand.

When    looked up again, his face became even colder.

   "I want to be alone." Cang Zhi's brows were cold, in the tone of an order, "No one is allowed to follow."

   The attendant responded respectfully and stepped aside.

  The steward did not dare to show his air, for fear that he would lose his job if he was not careful.

   Without looking at the others, Cang Zhi turned around and left.

   He walked very fast, as if he was escaping something, and his steady pace was a little messy.

   After Cang Zhi disappeared, the temperature in the VIP hall warmed up a little.

   "Huh, I'm scared to death..." A slave patted his chest, with lingering fears, "It's really terrifying that look."

   "Who is this guest?" a slave asked curiously, "It seems that he is not small."

   "Isn't this nonsense?" Another slave answered, "Who can enter the VIP room, which one has a lower status?"

   They only dare to talk with the smallest voice, after all, they have no status here.

   It is possible to lose his life at any time because one of the masters is not pleasing to the eye.

   The steward also wiped away a cold sweat. He looked at the two servants who stayed here, and said tentatively, "I don't know..."

The words after    were just pressed on the tip of the tongue, when one of the attendants interrupted unceremoniously.

   "Don't ask more if you don't know."

   "Yes yes yes." The steward bowed again and again, scolding himself for being too curious, "Two adults, see if there are any slaves with closed eyes, just pick them away."

  Since he is qualified to enter the VIP room, his status will definitely not be lower than that of Countess Bette.

   "That's it." The attendant didn't choose carefully, and pointed to the male human closest to him, "You, follow me."

   "Me?" The slave pointed to himself uncertainly and asked, "Is it me?"

   "Who else is there but you, hurry up." The attendants were impatient. For them, slaves were also creatures that could be obliterated at any time.

   "What are you doing standing here? Why don't you hurry up?" Seeing that the situation was wrong, the steward took a step forward with a wink, and the whip in his hand slammed down.

   The crisp sound of "pop-" was so powerful that it directly knocked the slave to the ground.

   He was in constant pain, but in order to save his life, he could only get up quickly.

   "What's the matter with you?" This time, the attendant was displeased, "Are you his master? Let you be beaten?"

   "Huh?" The steward was dumbfounded, "The villain is..."

   "You, go up and beat him with ten whips." The attendant ignored him and pointed at the male human being beaten, "Don't be merciless, beat him now."

   Hearing this sentence, the slave gritted his teeth, then took the whip tremblingly, and slapped the steward fiercely.

  The moment the whip fell, the manager's face turned white, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

   He didn't dare to scream, so he could only endure it.

  “Pop—”

  After the ten whips were exhausted, the steward was covered in blood.

  The attendant nodded, satisfied: "Let's go, it's your honor to be chosen by our Highness."

   The slave gave a trembling glance at the steward, followed behind the two attendants, and left the VIP room.

   "The thing raised by the slut!" The steward snorted, "I dare to beat Lao Tzu, if you hadn't been elected, Lao Tzu would have destroyed you."

   The other slaves did not dare to speak out in anger, for fear that the anger of the steward would spread to them.

   "All of you stand up straight for me!" The steward scolded coldly, "Whoever was not chosen by Countess Bette this time, doesn't need to go to the arena, and will be executed directly."

   As soon as these words came out, more than a dozen slaves were shocked and panicked.

  Qing Yunge glanced coldly at the steward who was rubbing her back, and the killing intent gradually grew in her heart.

   It took a few minutes or so before Countess Bette arrived too late.

   She is gorgeously dressed, and the classical court group perfectly outlines her figure that is bulging forward and backward.

  A long soft blonde hair scattered behind her back, graceful and moving.

   The fly in the ointment is that her lips are very thick and look like they are swollen.

   "This is the male human you have chosen for me this time?" The countess looked proud, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her voice, "The number is really decreasing."

   "I'm sorry, Madam." The steward bowed, "Wait for the next time, our Noto Slave Auction will definitely send mercenaries to the Chaos Continent to catch some beautiful male humans for you, Madam."

   "It's about the same." The countess snorted and stopped pursuing it. "I'll see first. If there is something good, it will be in your favor."

   "Yes yes." Hearing this, the manager couldn't help but be overjoyed.

   "Well... this skin is too rough and not good." The countess began to check one by one, evaluating while reading.

   "This one is quite white, but the hair is a little hard."

   "This is too fat, this is too thin."

"this…"

  The more the steward listened, the more he complained.

  When did Countess Bethe's provocative eye become so high?

  If a slave is not selected, his bonus will fly away.

   Sure enough, after looking at fourteen in a row, Countess Bette picked out the thorns.

   After looking at the last candidate, the steward gave up hope.

   Presumably so short, Countess Bette is even less likely to fancy her.

  However, the fact was beyond his expectations.

   "Hey, this!" The Countess suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "This is really great, which slave trader sent it over?"

   "Madam?" The steward looked up in surprise and found that the last human being was actually chosen.

   And it seems... Countess Bette's will?

   "Okay, I want this one." The more the countess looked, the more satisfied she became. "This slave, I will give out five million spar."

   Five million spar!

   The steward was stunned.

   This is the highest price he has ever heard since he took up his post at the Noto Slave Auction.

   A human being sold more expensive than an elves?

   Incredible.

   And here, Qing Yunge looked at the hand that was about to fall on her face, and directly avoided it.

  No, she really can't accept others touching her.

  It was so uncomfortable.

   "Oh?" The countess didn't expect that the little slave she had chosen actually avoided, and her eyes became more interesting. "It's wild, I like it."

  Qing Yunge: "…"

   She felt that the Countess Bethe was very ill.

   "Little guy, come with me." The Countess got up with satisfaction, "I'll keep you delicious and spicy."

   Qing Yunge followed silently.

   She thought to herself, she could sell five million spar, if Rong Jinhuai came, would it be directly hundreds of millions?

   Hmm... With such a large amount of wealth, we must protect it well.

  Who dares to touch her and shoot her to death!

   "Walk slowly, Madam, come again next time!" The steward was overjoyed and kept bowing.

  5 million spar, he can get 1% of the share, but it is 50,000 spar, which is worth his salary for 50 years.

   Good luck!

   However, the other slaves were pale.

  It's over, they're going to be executed.

   "Okay, you come with me." The steward was in a good mood, so he forgot his previous remarks, "Go to the arena to register."

   Hearing the words, the dozen slaves breathed a sigh of relief.

   At least, the arena still has the possibility of surviving.

  …

  Qing Yunge arrived at the mansion of Countess Bette very smoothly.

  Before she was sent to her exclusive room, she also found that it was indeed well guarded as the information said.

On the periphery of    are countless advanced spiritual formations.

   And inside, there are also dragon knights patrolling.

   Countess Bethe also had a habit of not touching newly bought slaves until a day later.

   Make good use of this time, and immediately retreat after you get Qianyuan Huan Rui.

   However, Qing Yunge was a little surprised, that is—

   Countess Bette doesn't look like a female orc who is fascinated by sex.

   On the contrary, she gives people a feeling of deep scheming.

   From the strictness of the defense of this mansion, her temperament can be well revealed.

  So… why does Countess Bet like to collect good-looking male humans?

   Qing Yunge didn't know that at this moment, the conversation in another room could well solve her question.

   "Madam, please be blunt." That was the housekeeper in the mansion, and he was worried, "You have purchased and arrested a large number of human male slaves over the years, which should have aroused the suspicion of the Great Chief."

  The Countess lazily leaned against the soft slump and didn't care: "What can I do to arouse his suspicions? He dare not touch me."

   "Furthermore, my father died to protect this white-eyed wolf. If he dares to take action against me, he will not want the position of the great chief!"

In the words of   , there is deep hatred and disdain.

   "I understand Madam's mood." The housekeeper sighed, "But Madam, we shouldn't be with the dark..."

   "Dark Orcs?" The Countess interrupted him, her voice sharpened, "What happened to the Dark Orcs? Are the Dark Orcs not Orcs?"

The expression of the    female orc suddenly became excited: "I should have cooperated with them earlier, or my father would not die!"

   "My Tianma clan will not be the only one left by now!"

   The housekeeper was startled for a moment, then sighed again.

   It is indeed because of the time of the Great Chief that all the Pegasus people were buried in different places.

   He has followed Bette for hundreds of years, watching her step by step on a road that cannot be turned back.

   However, there are extenuating circumstances.

   "This is the last time." The Countess calmed down and her voice was cold, "In a while, you can go buy a few more humans, and then at three watch..."

   "Together with the human I brought back, and give it to the priest."

   "Understood, ma'am." The housekeeper bowed, "I'll do it now."

After   , he backed out and closed the door thoughtfully.

   "Orcs..." The countess' eyes were cold, and she was completely different from what she looked like in the slave auction at that time.

   After a long time, she tidied up her skirt and returned to her noble and elegant appearance.

   "At night, go see that little guy."

   "After all, it's such a pity that such a beautiful person died."

  …

That night.

  Qing Yunge used the night flute to hide her figure and found out the room.

   She raised her head slightly and looked around.

  In the darkness, torches drifted from time to time, and it was a knight on patrol.

   It is a good opportunity to start now, because all the dragon knights just went to rest at this moment.

After    an hour later, they will return to their posts.

  Dragon's sense of smell is too sensitive, and Qing Yunge can't guarantee whether she will be noticed.

   But where Countess Bet placed her treasures, the guards were very sparse.

   Maybe it's because they don't dare anyone to steal things in the mansion, forgive them they don't have such courage.

Although    Qianyuan Magic Core is rare, it has little effect.

   In addition to being beautiful, it is generally not used.

   At that time, the group of goblin robbers said that this Qianyuan Magic Core had been in the hands of the Countess for two hundred years, and no one came to ask for it during that time.

  Qing Yunge thought, maybe the countess has forgotten that there is still this medicinal herb, anyway, after she gets it, she will also leave the equivalent spar.

   For others, Qianyuan Huanrui is useless.

   But in the cold night, it is a life-saving thing.

   must take it.

   After escaping the patrolling knights, Qing Yunge successfully slipped into the treasure house of Countess Bet.

   Before coming in, she took a moment to resolve the higher-level spirit formation on the door of the treasury.

   Compared to the Emperor Grade Spirit Formation on the periphery of the mansion, the one here is much weaker.

  Qing Yunge looked at the picture that Rong Jinhuai had drawn for her, and quickly found Qianyuan Huanrui precisely.

have to say…

  Somebody, it's almost omnipotent!

   After she took Qianyuan Huanrui out of the shelf decisively, she put it into the purple jade box she carried with her, and then received it into the Qixuan space.

   From entering the treasury to exiting the treasury, Qing Yunge did not disturb a patrolling knight.

   Next, it’s time to plan how to leave.

   She is not a man after all. What if Countess Bette wants to sleep with her on a whim?

   If you can't do it or not, I get goosebumps just thinking about it.

  Qing Yunge hid his figure and walked slowly towards the periphery of the mansion along the way he came.

   However, at this moment, a sharp horn sounded suddenly.

   Immediately after, the dragon knight roared.

   "Quick, quick, the new male human slaves have escaped today."

   "Get him back quickly!"

  In an instant, the lights in the entire mansion turned on, as bright as day.

   Qing Yunge's footsteps stopped suddenly, her heart sank.

How is this going?

   She calculated it, it was impossible for them to notice.

  Qing Yunge counted all the calculations, but none of them counted—

   It was Countess Bette who had an idea, broke her habit, and went to see her at night without waiting until the next day.

   And when he saw it, he just found that the little guy he brought back was gone, and he was instantly furious, and immediately ordered the dragon knights to start a search.

   "I really underestimate that human being." The Countess paced the room and smiled coldly, "It's not a small thing to be able to escape from here."

   Running out is a small thing, but if she finds out the secret of her dealings with the dark orcs, it will be a big deal.

  The Countess thought for a while, and then gave another order: "After you get it back, kill it directly. You don't have to show it to me again."

   Although he was a little confused, the Dragon Knight obeyed the order.

   "Hmph, I thought I didn't know, you were sent by the Great Chief to monitor me." The Countess looked at the dozens of dragon knights, and then sneered, "After the priest succeeds, all of you lackeys will die."

   On the other hand, Qing Yunge was not so nervous.

   She walked out calmly, and even passed some ordinary knights on the way.

   Found it, found it, no big deal.

   Anyway, she had been a killer for so many years before, and it was not that she had not been discovered.

   Moreover, with the night flute in hand, even if those dragons could smell her breath, they couldn't see where she was.

   However, at the moment when the idea of ​​Qing Yunge first appeared.

   There was a big hand that came from nowhere, and suddenly, grabbed her wrist tightly.

   And, without the slightest hesitation.

   I don't want anyone to slander Cangzhi, and piracy and semi-piracy are not eligible.

   I don't know where you saw that he destroyed the relationship between Yunge and Shizi.

   Today, I would like to thank a reader in the comment area: how to match without heart.

   I saw the comment and was very moved.

   Ahem, so what, in order to drive you guys, I've been working hard to practice my driving skills recently.

   When the time comes, don’t mock me (╥╯^╰╥)

   The time for the update has been set, in the middle of the month, and the specific number of words to update depends on the editor's decision.

   I don’t know how the number of words is determined, but it should be related to the data of the book and the activity level of readers. _

   (end of this chapter)