MTL - Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady (The Indomitable Master of Elixirs)-Chapter 1193 Life and death (1)

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A slamming sound, the red blood, slowly descending along the eyebrows of the Holy Dragon Emperor, the eyes that contained the intrigues and tricks in this second, faded all the brilliance and became dim.

The Holy Dragon Emperor died.

At the moment when the Holy Dragon Empire began to decline, he died silently in the dungeons of the Thrall Empire, and few people could know.

Long Yue stood outside the dungeon and a smile appeared on his face.

The action of the monsoon smoke made him very satisfied.

The satisfied dragon leaps and lifts the chin to the side of the guard. The guard immediately enters the cell and moves the body of the sacred dragon. Then the dragon jumps to the side of the monsoon smoke and is full of smiles.

"Quiet girl, I believe, the National Teacher, will be happy, and a powerful companion like you join."

The monsoon smoke wiped the blood of his hand carelessly and turned to look at the smiling dragon.

"Is it effective? The second emperor is not going to see the people you sent to Xiaoyao Valley, bring back the news?"

Long Yue slightly stunned, my heart is different from the sharpness of the monsoon smoke.

And this is indeed the case. Whether the monsoon smoke is truly and steadily corrected is now ok, but whether she has enough value can only be determined after his men return from Xiaoyao Valley.

"The girl in the season is very smart, so before the news comes back, please ask the girl to stay in the National Teacher's Office for a while?"

Said to be a small living, but in fact, is under house arrest.

If the use value of monsoon smoke is not enough, then the star soul will kill her without mercy. If there is enough value, she will really get the spirit of the star soul.

All of this is a matter of mutual understanding.

The purpose of the monsoon smoke has been reached, so there is nothing to say, but if you look at the dragon and look at it, you will leave the dungeon.

Long Yue saw the monsoon smoke returning to the room, and a smile was raised at the corner of his mouth. He immediately ordered the people under his hand to look at the monsoon smoke.

This night, this is the birthday banquet of the national teacher. The lights in the emperor are bright and happy, but no one has thought that the accident will happen suddenly.

The news of the great emperor Longxi’s intention to murder the national division was quickly spread among the emperors. Under the night, the guards on the National Teacher’s Office were dispatched in large quantities, and the night surrounded by the residence of Longxi was unreasonable.

Under the chaos of a raging horse, the two figures were quietly slipping out of the tunnel.

The sacred prince of the sacred dragon did not realize what was happening. He was dragged into the tunnel by the dragon in the noisy, and when they left the house of the great prince and broke into the pavilion next door, it was clear. The house of the Great Emperor has already been surrounded by three layers of the third floor.

This time, Prince Shenglong can panic.

Today, St. Longdi disguised as Longxi’s appearance to participate in the birthday banquet, but at this time, except for the fact that he was completely ignorant of the detailed contents of the birthday banquet, he heard the great prince’s intention to murder the national teacher in the constant roar of the guards. The news, when the sacred dragon Prince is stupid.

"Father of the Emperor... The Father was discovered?" The Prince of the Dragon shook like a frightened sly, and it was shocked that the sacred replacement of the Holy Dragon Emperor was probably already exposed. Even with it, the Great Emperor Longxi was implicated.

Long Xi looked up at his house and was buried by the guards of the National Teacher's Office. His eyes sparkled with a touch of complexity.

Everything is counted by the monsoon smoke.