Chapter 228 The Pretentious Hemingway.

The carriage walked peacefully for a while.

During this period, in the carriage, Xue Qinghe frequently offered tea to Hemingway, and then went around saying some specious words, making it clear that he was delaying time and waiting for the effect of the medicine to take effect.

Hemingway also pretended not to know, and just played with him slowly.

Finally, the carriage stopped.

"Young master, the place is here." The old groom's voice came from outside the curtain. If pointed.

Xue Qinghe's eyes flickered, but on the surface he made a gesture of invitation: "Sea worship, you go first!"

Hemingway didn't refuse, just opened the curtain and got out of the carriage. I saw the surrounding darkness, only the faint moonlight in the sky sprinkled a layer of silver light, it seemed to be somewhere in the wilderness. It really is a good place to kill people and bury their dead.

"This... is His Royal Highness here?" Hemingway turned his head and looked at Xue Qinghe who also got off the carriage, slightly surprised. Seems to be asking why he brought him here.

At this time, Xue Qinghe was too lazy to pretend, the faint smile on his face had disappeared, replaced by an inhuman indifference. A cold smile appeared on his face, and he slowly said a sentence: "This is the place where your bones are buried!"

"What? The place where the bones are buried? Your Highness, what do you mean?" Hemingway showed a trace of panic on his face, but he pretended to be calm: "His Royal Highness, don't make this joke. This joke is nothing at all. Not funny."

"No, I'm right, this is where your bones are buried!" Xue Qinghe said slowly.

At this time, Hemingway's face also turned cold, "His Royal Highness, do you mean to kill me? But do you think you can kill me with just one person? How many people are in ambush, let them all come out!"

"And since you're going to ambush and kill me, how dare you get so close to me? Could it be that you're dying?" He looked at Xue Qinghe with stern eyes.

But Xue Qinghe didn't change his face, he just said calmly: "Try it, can you still use your soul power now?"

Hemingway's face changed, and then he seemed to be sensing the soul power in his body, and then an unbelievable expression appeared on his face, "What's going on? My soul power has become so stagnant that I can't even use it! "

"Hahaha."

Xue Qinghe laughed loudly and said, "The tea you just drank contains a colorless and odorless poison,

This poison won't kill you, but it will make you unable to use your soul power. And do you feel that you are so weak now that you can't even use the slightest strength? "

Hemingway's face changed wildly, and then his body began to shake, as if he was shaky. But he still held his body and asked with some difficulty: "His Royal Highness, I remember that I never offended you, why do you want to kill me?"

"You and I have no grievances and no grudges. If you want to blame it, blame you for being the protector of the Heaven Dou Empire." Xue Qinghe's expression returned to indifferent, fully admiring Hemingway's "death struggle" appearance.

"Because I am the protector of the Heaven Dou Empire, so you want to kill me?" Hemingway had some doubts on his face, but then he seemed to think of something. Staring at Xue Qinghe angrily, "Could it be that you are not the real prince, but someone else pretending to be? Otherwise, if it is the real prince, there is absolutely no reason to kill me!"

Hearing this, Xue Qinghe suddenly looked at him in surprise. Finally, he started to applaud and said: "I have to say that you are a smart person. From this point alone, I guessed that I am not the real Xue Qinghe, and I am not afraid to tell you that I am from the Spirit Hall!"

"Martial Soul Hall... So it is."

The panicked expression on Hemingway's face disappeared instantly, his shaky body also stood up straight again, and the whole person's temperament changed completely. His eyes were like lamps, and his aura was as deep as the sea. He smiled and looked at Xueqinghe, whose face changed suddenly, "Is it surprising why I didn't get poisoned?"

Xue Qinghe saw that he was not as poisoned as he expected, and his face suddenly became ugly. He hates things that are out of his control.

"I have to say that your camouflage is flawless, but your mistake is to superfluous, and you insist on poisoning the tea. Since you know that I am from the sea, then you should know that the sea spirit master is the master when it comes to playing with water! Hemingway's expression was very natural, and the old god said in a nonsense: "As a sea soul master, I have a very keen sense of water. I didn't have any doubts about you at first, but when I drink the tea, I can immediately I sensed the poison in the tea! At the time, I was very strange, why is the tea poisonous? Why would you attack me?"

"So you just do what you want, pretend to be poisoned, and take my words." Xue Qinghe's ugly expression softened again, because the matter was not out of his control. Don't forget that he still has two Titled Douluo accompanying him to protect him. In front of Hemingway was a Soul Saint, facing two Titled Douluos. What are the odds?

So consider yourself victorious and still be on his side. Xue Qinghe naturally behaved very calmly.

"good."

Haimingwei nodded bluntly and continued: "And in fact, your disguise is not perfect, although I don't know how you disguised as Xue Qinghe. But I am absolutely sure that you are a woman! You can change shape. Looks, but body odor can't change. That virgin smell, I can smell it all the way."

"There is a saying that you know a woman by smelling the fragrance. Just from the scent on your body, I know that you are a woman, and you are also a good-looking woman!"

"you……"

Xue Qinghe blushed when he heard this, and his heart was filled with shame and anger. It was the first time someone dared to say such a thing in front of him. This is naked molesting her.

"Boy, you are courting death!" Seeing his young master being molested by words, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the old coachman next to him, who seemed to be ordinary, and then he released his martial spirit.

This old man was two meters away, and his slender body was straight and sharp like a javelin. After the martial spirit was released, his body did not change much, but there was an extra snake spear in his hand. About two feet long, the head of the spear is bent, and the sharp point is like a snake letter. .

This Titled Douluo gives the impression that he is the snake spear in his hand!

This is no longer a simple union of people and spears, but a true fusion. No need to do anything deliberately, the snake spear and the body have already reached a terrifying degree of fit.

The titled Douluo of the tool soul master is often more terrifying than the titled Douluo of the beast soul master.

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