"Ooooooooooooooo..."

The miserable whimper of the meat dumplings spread far.

The man in the black dragon robe paused, and his narrow phoenix eyes looked at the sound source.

The facial features of the man are deeper than those of the Nishihara, and the eyebrows are stiff.

A pair of eyes are very light amber, unlike the brown or black of the Nishihara people.

Between the eyebrows is a cold and fierce, unconquerable.

The tyrant of Nishihara had an impure blood, and he was born with a pair of amber eyes. Because his biological mother was a Gentile dancer with a low status, he did not like the first emperor.

This is something that the people of Nishihara know.

But no one dared to say it.

Peng Gonggong, the former imperial **** behind the tyrant, saw that the tyrant stopped, and immediately stopped, bowing his head silently.

"Where is that place?" The man's voice was hoarse, showing an isolated indifference.

Peng Gonggong followed Qi Cong's sight and saw a dilapidated palace.

Peng Gonggong was stunned, and then replied, "Back to your Majesty, it is the Salt Palace."

"Why did the wolf cub go to the salt palace?" Qi Cong casually played with a string of sandalwood beads. The surface of the beads was smooth, obviously after many years of rubbing.

There was a cold sweat on Peng Gonggong's back, and his throat was dry, "This...the old slave will let someone go and bring the wolf master back."

Qi Cong said, the tone was a little low.

If it wasn't for Peng Gonggong holding his breath, he almost didn't hear it.

With Qi Cong's permission, Peng Gonggong quickly called two little eunuchs to take the wolf cub back.

Qi Cong stood there for a while, and then continued to walk in the direction of Heguan Temple.

Halfway through the road, Qi Cong suddenly came up with endless words, "The palace is very lively today."

Peng Gonggong speculated about the meaning of Qi Cong's words, and suddenly thought of something, and quickly said, "Today is the day when the princess Qiongyin sent by Qingyi to enter the palace with her relatives. The former minion saw that your Majesty was busy and didn't report to you."

"Living in Salt Palace?" Qi Cong asked again.

"Yes."

Qi Cong didn't speak any more, strode up the steps in front of Heguan Temple.

When the evening breeze blew, the black robe horns were blown and hunted.

With the evening breeze blowing into the nose, there is a faint, unfinished smell of blood.

It was the **** atmosphere left by the dead soldiers who had come to assassinate the tyrant before being slaughtered by the tyrant's dark guards.

Qi Cong stepped into the Heguan Hall, and a black meat dumpling sprang out from the inner hall.

"Wow!"

The water on the wolf cub hadn't dried yet, so he rubbed it against Qi Cong's feet, as if he was about to rub all the water on the man.

Qi Cong's expression was faint, and he kicked the wolf cub away without changing his face.

The wolf cub rolled around, lying on the ground weakly.

Why do both the owner and the bad woman like to kick it? It's so cute!

The wolf cub didn't give up, so he rubbed it.

Still kicked away.

Ooo, ruthless!

Qi Cong changed his clothes and came out, bent over and carried the wolf pup who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead in his hand, and threw it to the outer hall, "dirty my sleeping hall."

The wolf cub was wronged, his sharp front paws left scratches on the hard ground.

Qi Cong glanced but did not stop, "Where did you go today?"

Hearing Qi Cong's words, the wolf cub roared aloud, and while roaring, he raised his wolf's paws and opened his teeth and claws.

Qi Cong wandered around when he was young, and was only brought back to the palace at the age of ten. Before that, he had grown up in a wolf den for a long time, and he could understand the meaning of wolf cubs.

"Someone bullied you?" Qi Cong snorted, "I dare to be wild in my bedroom, and anyone dare to bully you?"