It is said that your majesty wants to become a fairy (Novel)
Other Name: 据说陛下要成仙
Genre: novel, fantasy fairy
Author: Ban Jiangbai
Year: 2019
Chapter: 40+
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Synopsis:
Bai Zhuyue and Qin Lian, Bai Zhuyue is a fox fairy who has cultivated for thousands of years, and becoming a fairy is the ultimate goal of the monster. Eighty-one calamities were disturbed by a mortal just when she thought she would step into immortal status in one step…
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Qin Lian steadied his figure, the sword couldn’t be pulled out, his feet were plunged into the mud, and he moved forward a lot. Seeing the coffin, he was about to suck him in. With a sudden force, the sword was pulled out. Raised and chopped the coffin into two.
The wind stopped suddenly, and even the leaves were suddenly still.
“Boy, good skill, but still have to die.” The dry voice sounded again, when the first word was said, it was still far away, and the last word was close to the ear.
At this moment, a black shadow, from small to large, arrived in an instant.
Qin Lian cast his eyes on him, and saw that he was short in stature, like dried bacon, with dry and yellow skin, like a corpse, and his clothes in a linen mourning suit.
Although Qin Lian is the prince, he rarely pampers himself in the palace. When he was a teenager, he followed the general Yuanshuo to fight in the south and the north. Although he was not proficient in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, he knew a little bit about it, but he was very good at the people in front of him. Knowing nothing, smiled faintly, with a calm posture, “Who are you, what hate do I have with you?”
The man looked at his dry hand and said lazily, “You don’t know me, and I don’t know you, but I only know that you have to die.”
His voice was sharp and harsh, and it was particularly uncomfortable to hear in his ears.
Qin Lian didn’t change his face, and chuckled lightly, “Since I am dying, can you let me know who you are and who sent you?”
The cheeks of the “mummy” are like a walnut, and the teeth are sharp and black. “Boy, if you have these questions, go and ask the king.”
When the words fell silent, a silver needle shot like a cow’s hair in his hand, he firmly believed that no one in this world could get rid of it, secretly proud.
But I didn’t want Qin Lian to even hide. With a flick of his black sleeves, the silver needles stopped in the air and fell to the ground.
“The corpse” was secretly startled. He didn’t expect this kid to be so good, he would no longer dare to underestimate the enemy, raised his sleeves, and a blast of cold wind encircled Qin Lian in an airtight manner.
When I came month by month, I saw fierce fighting under the big tree. The dry old man’s kung fu was as wonderful as a fine net, which contained Qin Lian’s net.
Qin Lian has a month-by-month inner alchemy in his body. His martial arts is a lot of diligence, but he has no way of doing things. He can only suck a little fur, relying on his body to be light and able to support a few moves, but he can only dodge, but cannot fight back. , And it will be defeated soon.
Although they were extremely fast, they could see clearly from month to month that the shameless withered bark used a hidden weapon to pick a leaf month by month and threw it over.
The withered old man, with a pain in his hand, was cut with a long cut. After eating pain, his movements slowed down. Qin Lian’s pressure was relieved, he used his sword to block and jumped out of the circle.
Jumping down from the tree month by month, Qin Lian was pleasantly surprised, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, but you are really troublesome.”
I looked around lazily month by month, and finally fell on the withered old man, covering his mouth, “Oh, my God, why is there such a disgusting person?”
“Here is another one to die.” The man glared at him viciously and pulled away.
He sighed month by month, scratched his ears, “Can you not kill me? Let’s discuss things.”
The man didn’t know what medicine he sold in the gourd, and he didn’t answer the conversation. He just listened to Yueyue and said again, “You call me daddy, and I will let you go.”
The dry old man’s face was cracked with anger, and he yelled, “Little beast, let the old man die.”
He raised his hand and chopped it, and every month he raised his hand without moving his eyelids, “Wait.” Then he sat down.
The man thought he was going to make a trick, holding his breath, waiting for the opportunity to move.
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