Quickly wear the heartthrob: I rely on my beauty to dominate the world

Qingqing settled down in Wanhua Tower.

However, thanks to the Ghost King Coffin in her body, there is often ghostly aura in the air, making her presence extremely low.

Only people with particularly keen intuition can discover her existence.

However, people with weak bodies and fragile minds would feel as if thousands of ghosts were running around and their hearts would be trembling with fear at first glance.

The servant who first discovered Qingqing didn't dare to get close to her.

Inside the palace of the Qiming Kingdom, Qingqing, the ghost cultivator who was disguised as his brother, was wailing and crying heart-wrenchingly.

He blinked his eyes, feeling vaguely that he had lost something very important.

But what does a child understand? He can only vent his anxiety by crying.

The atmosphere in the palace was extremely tense, and the little prince's shrill cries made people's heads ache.

The emperor sat high up in the table, his face gloomy and no one knew what he was thinking about.

The imperial physician with a white beard was taking the little prince's pulse. He was sweating profusely and didn't even dare to reach out to wipe it.

I was afraid of disturbing the emperor and asking him for the results of the diagnosis and treatment.

It would be good to die a moment later!

The little prince's pulse was very strange. I had been practicing medicine for many years, but had never seen such a disease.

Sometimes it is strong and powerful, as healthy as it can be; sometimes it is weak and rootless, and unresponsive.

This is the pulse of a dying person!

And under his gaze, spots of corpse spots appeared on the little prince's body and disappeared under his skin.

No one noticed except Doctor Gao who was pretending to take the patient's pulse.

Alas, if I can survive this disaster, I must never brag about my medical skills in the Imperial Medical Bureau, and I must give the position of Chief Imperial Physician to my mortal enemy.

It seems that with the little prince now in place, the Imperial Hospital will no longer have peace.

Why don't you have a colleague come and discuss with us how to fool the emperor?

"Doctor Gao, after so long of treating you, is there any result?"

The emperor's voice interrupted Dr. Gao's unusually active mind, and the guillotine of death finally fell.

"This... Your Majesty, I have been practicing medicine for decades, and I have never seen such a strange pulse. If you can ask colleagues from the Imperial Hospital to diagnose and treat it together, perhaps there will be progress."

I would rather die than have a friend die. I'm sorry, my colleagues.

"Then let all the doctors from the Imperial Hospital come here."

The emperor's deep voice sounded.

Saved, thank God!

Doctor Gao had been kneeling before, and he stood up too quickly and almost fell headfirst.

Doctor Gao also figured out something. He didn't pay attention to it before because it was a life-and-death crisis, but now he has time to think about it carefully.

The emperor's attitude is not right.

Although those in high positions are required to not show their emotions, this is the emperor's only son, and the son of the late empress, so the emperor's attitude is a bit indifferent.

It seems that she doesn't care about the life or death of the little prince. It is said that there is a little princess who has gone missing and her life or death is unknown.

A group of imperial doctors examined and treated the little prince but could not come to any good conclusion. Fortunately, the little prince was still full of energy and could cry very well.

Especially in the middle of the night, the sound was very penetrating and could be heard throughout half of the palace.

The imperial doctors retreated tremblingly.

In the secret room of the Qianqing Palace, the emperor and the imperial preceptor sat opposite each other.

"Your Majesty, my time has come. You must remember that this is our Qiming's world. The Chu family is the orthodox royal family. After I die, I will continue to assist the Chu family."

After a while, the old man fell silent and was obviously dead.

The tall emperor silently looked at the old man who spent his life for the prophecy.

The imperial teacher had grey hair and beard, and his face was full of wrinkles, looking extremely old.

But who could have imagined that he was only 35 years old, an age when a man is in the prime of his life.

The "Ming" in Qiming Kingdom is taken from "The essence of the supreme Tao, deep and dark." It implies that the Tao is subtle and unfathomable, and the country prays for the favor of the Tao.

The origin of the Chu family cannot be verified. The books handed down in the family describe that their ancestors had the power to move mountains and seas, and to reverse the galaxies.

At that time, all the clan members laughed it off. If it weren't for a branch of the Chu family that was able to practice the divine arts left by their ancestors, they would have thought that their ancestors were possessed by demons.

Although the branch of the art of divine prediction does not have the great power of its ancestors, it can still predict natural and man-made disasters.

When deciding on the name of the country, he also looked through the books of his ancestors and chose the name Qi Ming, which was close to the Tao.

After ascending the throne, the most outstanding person in the Chu family who practiced the art of divination was named the national teacher, and he and the emperor complemented each other and ruled the country together.

At that time, the Qiming Kingdom came into being in accordance with the will of heaven, unifying the world, ensuring good weather and peace in the world. The national teacher served more as a mascot.

However, ten years ago, the national teacher predicted that this world would encounter a catastrophe, and continued to spend his life to deduce the future.

The enemy on the opposite side turned out to be the immortal who was recorded in the ancestral book as being able to move mountains and seas.

Human power is so weak, how can we go against the will of heaven? The old national teacher never found a glimmer of hope until his death.

"Master, go with peace of mind. Zizhan will definitely carry out your will and work hard for the Qiming Kingdom without regrets even if he dies."

The emperor bowed to the imperial teacher.

Wanhua Tower.

Qingqing has been doing very well in the past half month, having sweet cakes and soft egg custard for three meals a day.

There are also various sweet and soft sisters to hug and coax, but the smell of powder on them is a bit pungent.

At night, she could teleport to the mass grave and absorb some Yin energy to replenish her body.

Qingqing took out the Ghost King's coffin from her sea of ​​consciousness and lay comfortably in the coffin.

The mixed negative energy and resentment, after being refined by the Ghost King's Coffin, became even purer and were transported into Qingqing's body, making people hum with comfort.

Inside the palace, the little prince began his daily crying routine again.

The palace maids serving outside the room couldn't help but become angry. Who could tolerate hearing such evil sounds?

Because they were far away in the mass grave, Qingqing did not notice that as the little prince's rhythmic crying sounded, a crack appeared in the Ghost King's coffin.

Although the gap is small at the moment, it is expanding rhythmically with the crying.

Afterwards, part of the ghost energy absorbed by the Ghost King Coffin was used to nourish Qingqing, and part was used to repair the cracks.

Inside the space of the Ghost King's coffin, a fat baby in black clothes covered the scar on his head.

The ghost energy nourished the wound and it healed, but soon it cracked again.

"Old Yin Huai, I'll fuck your mother, you old immortal, you still want to control me even after ascending to heaven!"

The fat baby in black clothes was surrounded by black air, cursing and uttering various Zaun quotes.

It is the spirit hidden in the Ghost King’s coffin.

The Ghost King Coffin was refined by Yin Huai, a Taoist priest of the Yin Shen Sect. After he ascended to heaven, he felt that the grade of this magical weapon was not high enough and was not very useful, so he left the Ghost King Coffin behind to protect the Yin Shen Sect.

The elders of the Yinshen Sect don’t know that this little thing actually has a spirit.

The reason why the Ghost King Coffin is one of the sect’s most precious treasures is because it has a reputation left by an ascended immortal.

In fact, this thing is tasteless to eat and it’s a pity to throw it away.

Because they are relics of ancestors, the binder must treat them well and keep them well fed and well cared for.

For the sake of the sect's reputation, they have to spend some rare treasures every year to make sacrifices, but the treasures are all wasted, and to this day no one knows what the use of this broken coffin is.

It is nourished by large amounts of pure ghost energy every day, and can get an upgrade package every year. The Ghost King Coffin is a type of instrument that only takes in but does not give out, and gradually a spirit of the instrument is born.

It was pure luck that Qingqing was able to bind this coffin.

Previously in the world of cultivation, the Ghost King Coffin was restrained by the soul contract left by Yin Huai Zhenren, and was afraid of rebellion, so the elders of Yin Shen Sect wiped out his mind, so he remained inactive.

Now that we have entered this small world with the little bastards from the Yinshen Sect, if we don’t run away now, when will we run?

If you plan well, you can also find some good materials to give yourself a beautiful appearance.

Qingqing was completely unaware of these plots. She smacked her lips, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Children need to sleep more, and saving the world is what adults do.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and the years have passed in a flash. Qingqing has reached the age of coming of age, and the golden age of spiritual practice is about to begin.

Qingqing in the room was not wearing any curtains, and her skin, as white as mutton-fat jade, emitted a faint glow.

Her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were as delicate as a fairy in a painting. The maid serving beside her stared at the person in front of her with obsession.

The beauty was reclining on the soft couch, on which was a bright red brocade quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water with fine silk thread.

The girl sat lazily, supporting her head with one hand. Her goose yellow sleeves fell down due to her posture, revealing her snow-white wrists that were as smooth as fat.

Every item in the girl's room is exquisite. Meixiang really put all the efforts of the whole building into supporting this precious baby.

The girls in the building also liked to come and play with Qingqing, and would spend all their money to please her.

After all, who doesn't love beauty?