"Your Majesty the Dragon King, if this is the case, the Dragon Concubine may not stay in the East China Sea." Prime Minister Gui frowned and looked at Qingcheng with distress.

"I know." Qingcheng narrowed his eyes slightly and answered tiredly. He knew that after saving the Dragon King of the West Sea, Long Jiuer would have no reason to accompany him, but he had to save him. He didn't know why, he didn't want to see it.

Long Jiuer was sad.

It was night, and the blue moonlight shone from the clear sea, dyeing the entire East China Sea Dragon Palace with a light yellow-white color, making it look warm and cozy.

Qingcheng, dressed in blue palace clothes, stepped forward, riding on the fine waves in the deep sea, all the way to the Liuli Palace.

In the Liuli Palace, Jiao Lang healed Long Jiu'er's injuries. She was lying on the couch, her face still a little pale. Jiao Lang held her hand tightly and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead distressedly.

Qingcheng stood outside the door of Liuli Palace and did not say anything. When Little Eel came to bring tea, he called out slightly: "Hail, Your Majesty the Dragon King." Only then did Jiao Lang turn around, and he found that Qingcheng's eyes were fixed for a moment.

He instantly locked onto Long Jiuer's pale little face.

So he stroked the white robe on his body, turned around and left from the Liuli Palace. When passing the door, his snow-white clothes rubbed together with Qingcheng's blue clothes, like waves on the sea, but they also flashed.

Pass away.

Qingcheng stepped forward, took the tea from Little Eel's hand, and then walked to the edge of the bed with it. He slowly sat down and fed a cup of tea to Long Jiuer, and then gave the cup to Little Eel with confidence.

, let her go down.

Long Jiu'er looked at him intently, wondering what possessed him and how he could be so kind to her, but Qingcheng smiled, lay beside Long Jiu'er, and began to wreak havoc on her body with his big hands.

"Ah..." Long Jiu'er exclaimed when he reached a sensitive spot, hid in the bed, and bumped his head against the head of the sapphire sculpture.

"It's not like I've never been fucked by this king before. Why are you so afraid?" A smile appeared on Qingcheng's lips, and her big hands began to put on Long Jiuer's chest.

Long Jiuer interrupted him and retorted: "At sunset, His Majesty the Dragon King just beat me until I vomited blood. I don't have the energy to have sex with you right now. If His Majesty the Dragon King really wants to have sex with you, go find your Soaring Snake Fairy."

"After saying that, he turned around, but never dared to close his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Qingcheng was not angry. Instead, he stretched out his big hand to hold her in his arms. His long and strong hand still touched her body dishonestly.

"Please stop touching!!!" Long Jiuer yelled at him, trying to squeeze out a few tears.

"Why, I can't stand this anymore, otherwise, let's do it again." Qingcheng said, kneading her big hands from Long Jiuer's breasts all the way to the sensitive areas of her lower body.

"Slut." Long Jiuer turned around and stared at him fiercely.

"Haha, in a few days, I will take you to the Hundred Flowers Banquet of the Emperor of Heaven. At that time, I will ask His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven and the God of Justice to let the Dragon King of the West Sea go." A trace of bottomless loneliness flashed in Qingcheng's eyes, and her hand finally

Stopping at the center of Long Jiu'er's leg, caressing the soft stamen lightly.

"Really?" Long Jiuer took Qingcheng's wrist and looked at him in surprise.

"I will never break my promise, so be good and let me..." As he said this, he inserted his fingers into her tight and hot stamens...

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Chapter completed!