Male God Please Lie Down

Luo Manxue on one side looked at it with a smile, but in fact was about to crush a bit of silver teeth.

The three people are just talking.

The monkey spirits came down one by one.

"Let's go in!"

After the rest, the monkey spirit became more energetic.

A pair of small eyes, staring closely in the direction of the palace,

"Let's go!"

Li Qingfeng also nodded.

The group of people walked toward the palace in front.

Yuan Qingming walked in front of Li Qingfeng, and in his heart, he didn't know what it was like.

In short... it's not nervous.

In the palace, everything that should be over should be over.

When they reached the gate of the palace, everyone started to have trouble again.

This resplendent gate, first of all, it is extremely difficult to open it.

"Qing Ming, can you take a look with your blood!?"

Li Qingfeng walked up to Yuan Qingming and asked aloud.

"Ok!!"

Yuan Qingming looked at the door in front of him, took out the dagger, cut his finger, and then pressed the blood-stained finger on the golden-colored door.

"Buzzing—"

After a few sounds, the door radiated bursts of light.

"Rumble—"

There was another sound, and the door opened like this.

After a while of dust, the brilliance inside slowly revealed itself.

"go in!"

Li Qingfeng looked at everything inside, and his eyes suddenly had some expressions.

The people around followed him one by one, and walked inside.

No one asked how Yuan Qingming’s fingers were, even Li Qingfeng, who was used to doing face-saving skills, did not ask.

For some of them, Yuan Qingming naturally had no other thoughts in his heart.

How can some irrelevant people feel sad?

She bandaged the wound on her finger with cotton cloth, and then followed them.

"This palace is really beautiful!!"

Several people walked in, looking dizzy, whispering to each other.

Walking towards the front very smoothly along the way,

Li Qingfeng led the way. He didn't walk around the palace indiscriminately, but went straight to Wu Zetian's palace.

The door of the bedroom was opened with a light push.

What catches the eye is the red blanket in front of which is embroidered with flying dragons with gold thread.

A group of people walked up.

This blanket was unexpectedly soft and soft, and she stepped on it with her feet, as if walking in the clouds.

Following this blanket, walking towards the inside, I can smell bursts of fragrance.

It is this refreshing fragrance that makes people's thoughts seem to have been frozen here.

I have been walking in the inner hall. At this time, I saw Wu Zetian lying on the dragon bed.

When Wu Zetian died, he was already very old, so the face lying here is naturally not visible.

I just don't know what she has used.

After so many years, the physical body has not been corrupted at all, which is really strange to people.

Around her dragon bed, there were men kneeling in a circle.

Dressed one by one, they were all very luxurious, but they all knelt on the ground respectfully.

From such a perspective, it is really hard to see how they look.

"Are these men lying face-to-face?"

Luo Manxue suddenly became very interested.