Qingcheng promised to save Long Jiuer's life, and Jiaolang finally handed over Jiuer to Qingcheng with confidence. For thousands of years, he knew clearly that there was nothing Qingcheng wanted that he couldn't get. If he couldn't get it, he would

It will destroy her.

But even Qingcheng didn't know why Long Jiu'er vomited blood. He clearly didn't use any illusions on her.

In the Liuli Palace, Prime Minister Turtle stood there respectfully, waiting for Qingcheng to speak.

"Prime Minister, I want you to save her." Qingcheng's slender fingers swept across Long Jiuer's trembling eyelashes, and her quiet eyebrows made him feel a little angry.

Two years ago, after Jiu'er's death, he favored many Shui tribes in the Dragon Palace. No matter how those charming women tried to please him, they could never replace Long Jiu'er's smile.

"Yes, Lao Gui obeys your order." Prime Minister Gui stepped forward with a smile on his face. Although he knew something in his heart, keeping Long Jiu'er alive was more than just cheering up His Majesty the Dragon King.

He wants Qingcheng to find the Zhenhai Divine Arrow. The Zhenhai Divine Arrow is the number one artifact of the Dragon Clan in the Four Seas. If it is taken away, the consequences will be disastrous.

Only when Long Jiu'er comes back to life can he assist Qingcheng and secure his position as the leader of the Four Seas. The Four Seas will be peaceful within ten thousand years, and all kinds of monsters will have no chance to do evil. Only then can the Four Seas tribe live and work in peace and contentment.

Qingcheng's father died early. He inherited the throne of Donghai when he was still a two-hundred-year-old young dragon. So far, fortunately, his political performance has been good and he is highly valued by the Emperor of Heaven.

It was just two years ago that during the Four Seas War, the Zhenhai Shenya wandered into the deep sea and could not be found. The tide in the East China Sea rose several feet high and flooded many people's farmland on both sides of the strait. The Emperor of Heaven was so angry that he wanted to lock Qingcheng on the cliff of Buzhou Mountain and expose it to the sun.

Rain, wind and frost.

Qingcheng's mother, the Goddess Dragon Mother, took all the blame on herself, thus absolving Qingcheng of the blame.

Overnight, Qingcheng went from being the most favored king in the world to becoming the Dragon King of the East China Sea in name only.

Qingcheng watched Prime Minister Gui check Long Jiu'er's pulse for a while, but before she had the intention to speak, she patted him on the shoulder: "Prime Minister, how is she?" His tone was neither salty nor indifferent, looking indifferent.

Look.

"Dragon Concubine is fine. Lao Gui will prepare some medicine for her. After taking it, she will recover." Prime Minister Gui looked at Qingcheng with a bright smile, his white hair hanging on his chest, very dazzling.

"Who said she is the Dragon Concubine?" Qingcheng turned around and looked at Prime Minister Turtle with an unhappy expression.

Prime Minister Gui smiled and said, "Old Gui didn't say anything, Lao Gui didn't say anything," and then walked out of the palace. Qingcheng watched as Prime Minister Gui's figure gradually disappeared outside the palace, then turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.

Looking at her quiet profile, which was exactly the same as his wife's, he suddenly had the urge to press her down and ravage her...

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Chapter completed!