Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

As the saying goes, the more you look at the beauty, the more beautiful you look.

When Cheng Ling was pushed to the front, Qing Lingling's eyes lifted up, just in line with King Linhai's eyes, at this moment, King Linhai's expression was intoxicated.

King Linhai looked at Cheng Ling with a novel look that was like inspecting a magnificent gem.

As everyone knows, Cheng Ling is actually observing him at the same time.

Danger!

This was Cheng Ling's first impression when she saw the Queen Linhai.

The intuition of the master is keen, not to mention the King Linhai did not deliberately hide it.

He was born with an extraordinarily tall stature, a sturdy body, and a tiger's eyes. Although his demeanor seemed greasy and wretched to Cheng Ling, it couldn't hide the dangerous aura emanating from him.

At this moment, Cheng Ling realized something: King Linhai was so cruel, and his methods of governing the army did not seem to be very good, so how did he intimidate his subordinates and make them follow them loyally?

Now it seems that the identity of Tianhuang nobleman may not be fundamental, and the more important reason may lie in King Linhai himself: he must be a master!

He was the strongest expert Cheng Ling had ever encountered. Compared with Lu Xing, who had been killed by Xiao Man, King Linhai was probably even stronger.

This is terrifying. If Cheng Ling wanted to kill such a strong man, even if he pretended to be a military trick and assassinated him unexpectedly, it would be difficult.

How to do?

In reality, there was not much time for Cheng Ling to think about it. King Linhai walked over from the middle of the military tent, stretched out a hand and directly grabbed Cheng Ling's arm, laughing loudly: "It's beautiful! Not bad, Maren. Maren, you have been blind for a long time, and your eye disease is finally healed."

Saying that, he pulled Cheng Ling and hugged him into his arms.

A fishy smell mixed with the smell of alcohol rushed towards his face, Cheng Ling didn't resist, just put his hand on his chest, raised his head slightly, and looked at King Linhai with her exceptionally clear eyes.

Cheng Ling's temperament is very special, not only the quiet and quaintness infiltrated by the traditional Chinese martial arts culture, but also naturally full of a kind of sharpness that comes from a martial artist.

She didn't deliberately hide it or pretend to be weak. When her eyes were so focused on a person, she really had a cold light like ink green, mysterious and magnificent, which attracted people to explore.

King Linhai looked at her, and was a little stunned. He hugged the person and walked to the main seat in the middle of the tent. As he walked, he asked with a smile, "You're not afraid of the Lone King, why?"

How about saying that curiosity killed the cat, and that the villain died of talking too much?

The question of King Linhai seemed to open up a certain opportunity. Cheng Ling's heart suddenly relaxed slightly. She had an idea and said, "Because I don't want to die."

When she spoke, her tone was still calm, with a kind of icy thoroughness.

King Linhai probably rarely sees a woman like her, and when he became more interested, he laughed again, and said in an almost teasing tone: "You don't want to die, so why don't you bend over quickly to please the lonely king?"

Cheng Ling leaned on King Linhai and looked at other situations in the account with his eyes.

This main tent is very large. After roughly sweeping it, Cheng Ling judged that the space in it is at least 200 square meters.

In the tent, there are musicians playing the qin and the sheng, and playing the silk and bamboo.

They sat on both sides of the big tent and played to themselves. No matter what the scene was in the tent, they didn't lift their heads, but rather like background tools without emotion.

There was a large cauldron in the tent, and a strong aroma of meat came out from the cauldron, and there was a low table around it, and the table was full of wine lords and all kinds of meat.

A lot of generals in heavy armor, with their armor still on, knelt behind these low tables—

Of course, the kneeling posture of these people is not necessarily standard. Many of them have already drunk to the point where their faces are red and their ears are red, and they are sitting staggered.

When King Linhai walked through these people with Cheng Ling in his arms, some cloudy eyes with a smell of alcohol came over.

Others clapped their legs and applauded: "Beauty, she really is a beauty, Your Majesty is so beautiful!"

The King of Linhai laughed and said, "Today, this kind of bliss is shared with all the officers and men!"

Just laughing, he turned his head and looked at Cheng Ling with piercing eyes: "Beauty, please serve the Lone King, or the Lone King will take off your clothes and ask the whole army to come and reward you with your beauty! How good is that? Ha? Ha ha!"

When he was done, he laughed again.

King Linhai loves to laugh very much, but his smile is not sunny and kind, but terrifying, cold and cruel!

He was waiting to appreciate Cheng Ling's pale appearance, but Cheng Ling felt his pulse a little bit. At this time, he suppressed the anger in his heart, his face was still calm, and he only said: "If you have served you well, will your Majesty be? Can you keep me alive and decent?"

She looked at King Linhai with bright eyes, as if she was still looking forward to something else.

Linhai Wang said: "Being alive and decent, do you just want this?"

Cheng Ling said, "I still want to stay by the king's side, and I want a name, is this okay?" After saying this, she finally showed a slight smile on her face that had always been indifferent.

This smile is subtle, but there is still a hint of amazing charm. There is ambition and strength in this charming color, which can directly hit people's souls.

Sometimes, top-level beauty is indeed a very powerful weapon.

King Linhai stretched out a hand and touched Cheng Ling's cheek obsessively. Cheng Ling tilted his head slightly, raised his eyes slantingly, and said, "Your Majesty, it's boring to go straight. Drink some wine at the slave's house. , how about being brave?"

King Linhai withdrew his hand and said with great interest, "Oh, you want to drink, what are you going to do after drinking?"

Cheng Ling said softly, with a smile, and seemed to be cold and clear: "Then it depends on how drunk the slave's family is after drinking, and how far they dare to do it."

Her voice is also very pleasant, after all, she was someone who could take over dubbing tasks everywhere to earn extra money in her previous life.

Voice actors are monsters, what kind of voice can't they make when they want to?

Cheng Ling's voice sounded like there were 100,000 hooks in it. She gently lowered the hook, stood up slightly and sat up from King Linhai's arms, and took a wine glass from the table lightly.

There is only one wine glass on the table, which must be the one that King Linhai was drinking.

Cheng Ling held the orchid finger, lifted the wine glass, put the bronze wine bar to his lips, and took a sip.

There was a fire in her heart, and the fire grew stronger and stronger, but her movements became more gentle.

It seems to be infinitely lingering. When Cheng Ling drank the wine, King Linhai looked at her throat that was slipping slightly because of swallowing, and couldn't help but swallow.

Cheng Ling brought the wine glass to King Linhai's lips again, and said with a smile, "How about a sip of the king too?"

Why drink alcohol to King Linhai?

Because at the moment when the wine glass was sent over, Cheng Ling had quietly put a little cephalosporin powder in the wine glass with the help of his fingers.

Cephalosporin is paired with wine for a long time. I wish Linhaiwang good luck.