Miao Zhi raised her hand.
The elder judge's words were stuck in his throat, and he didn't dare to continue speaking.
Miao Zhi's mood was very light, she couldn't quite understand her mood, her brows were very calm: "What does she mean, this saint knows very well."
The elder judges trembled all over.
Lady Saint, is this disgusting towards Miao Yiyi
He opened his mouth, wanting to intercede for Miao Yiyi.
But when he met Miao Zhi's deep and peaceful eyes, he couldn't say anything.
Not only the elder judges panicked.
The other elders were also full of panic at this time.
It's not easy for the Miao people to have such a talented Gu master!
Without any special training, it has already reached this level!
If she trains well, in time, Miao Yiyi will definitely become the number one Gu master of the Miao people!
Beyond the existence of countless elders and even saintesses!
Can…
The current Miao Yiyi is only relying on her identity as the direct blood of the head of the Miao nationality.
If the Holy Maiden wanted Miao Yiyi's life.
It's a breeze!
They were not willing to lose such a Miao Gu genius.
But he didn't dare to offend the saint.
Just when all the elders were feeling uneasy, pondering over their words, and wanted to plead for Miao Yiyi several times.
Not only did Miao Yiyi show no sign of fear, but she showed a completely different perversity from usual, and continued to provoke with a sneer: "Then, what do you think I mean, Mrs. Saintess?"
"Miao Yiyi!" The elder of the judges gritted his teeth angrily, with a look of resentment, "Shut up! Do you know who this person is in front of you!"
Miao Yiyi snorted lightly, the coldness in her eyes spread all over her body.
She stared at Miao Zhi, who had always had beautiful and calm eyes, and the waves in her eyes surged wantonly.
...
Miao Yiyi's expression, Ye Qingluo at the seat, could see very clearly.
She narrowed her eyes and raised her thin eyebrows: "Is Yiyi and the saint of the Miao nationality old acquaintances?"
"Besides, there is a grievance." A man's low voice came from above his head.
Receiving the man's response, Ye Qingluo bent her charming eyes and immediately raised her head.
Her eyes were almost glued to the exposed half of Di Moxuan's chin.
Clear and fair skin with smooth lines.
The rosy thin lips seemed to be seducing her.
Even before the beauty, Ye Qingluo's brows and eyes were stained with a brilliant color: "Dear Emperor, does your lord know their grievances?"
"If you know what to do, so what if you don't know?" Di Moxuan lowered his eyes, looking at the girl in his arms who was smiling like a stealing cat, his eyes softened unconsciously.
Ye Qingluo's charming eyes were even more bent: "If you know, can I bribe my dear Lord Emperor, and tell me a little bit of the inside story secretly?"
"What bribe?" Di Moxuan's eyes shone brightly, shining brightly.
Ye Qingluo raised her slender fingers and tapped on her pink lips: "The beauty kisses me sweetly, do you accept this bribe?"
Di Moxuan's eyes were dark and heavy, and his thin lips were lightly raised, with a smile that was not a smile: "Did you bribe the deity, or do you want to kiss the deity in the name of bribery?"
"It's all there." Ye Qingluo smiled like a flower, and hooked Emperor Moxuan's neck with one hand, "Then, what does Emperor Zun want?"
The girl's delicate face was reflected in front of her eyes.
Di Moxuan only felt his throat tighten, and controlled the urge to lower his head and kiss her.
Then, she narrowed her eyes sullenly and said nothing.
Ye Qingluo understood what he meant.
Slowly propped up, and printed her pink lips on it.
She kissed him hard until her breath was filled with his smell, and then she let go of his neck.