As the saying goes, when you look at a beautiful woman under the lamp, the more you look at her, the more beautiful she becomes.

When Cheng Ling was pushed forward, Qing Lingling raised her eyes and met Linhai Wang's eyes. At this moment, Linhai Wang's expression was intoxicated.

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

Little did he know that Cheng Ling was actually observing him at the same time.

Danger!

This was Cheng Ling's first feeling when he saw Queen Linhai.

The master's intuition is sharp, not to mention that Linhai King did not deliberately hide it.

He was born with an exceptionally tall figure, strong body, and powerful eyes. Although his demeanor seemed greasy and vulgar to Cheng Ling, it could not cover up the dangerous aura exuding from his body.

Cheng Ling had some realization at this moment: King Linhai was so cruel, and his military management methods did not seem to be very good, so how did he frighten his subordinates and make them follow him loyally?

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

He is the strongest master Cheng Ling has encountered so far. Compared with Lu Xing, who was once killed by Xiao Man, Linhai King may be even stronger.

This is terrifying. If Cheng Ling wants to kill such a strong man, even if he pretends to be a military strategist and assassinates him at close range by surprise, it will be difficult.

How to do?

The reality did not give Cheng Ling much time to think. King Linhai walked from the middle of the military tent, stretched out a hand and took Cheng Ling's arm. He laughed and said: "It's beautiful! Not bad, Maren.

Maren, you have been blind for a long time, but your eye disease is finally cured."

With that said, he pulled Cheng Ling into his arms.

A fishy smell mixed with the smell of alcohol hit her face. Cheng Ling didn't resist, she just put her hands on her chest to protect her. She raised her head slightly and looked at Linhai King with her exceptionally clear eyes.

Cheng Ling's temperament is very special. It not only has the calmness and elegance infiltrated by traditional Chinese martial arts culture, but also naturally contains the sharpness that comes with martial arts practitioners. It is extremely appropriate to say that he has a clear mind and beautiful bones.

She didn't deliberately hide it or act weak. When her eyes stared at someone so intently, there was really a cold light like ink, which was mysterious and magnificent, inviting people to explore.

King Linhai looked at her, a little bewildered again. He hugged her and walked to the main seat in the middle of the tent. As he walked, he smiled and asked, "Why are you not afraid of King Gu?"

How about saying that curiosity killed the cat, and how about saying that villains die from talking too much?

King Linhai's question seemed to open up an 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 calm, with a cool clarity.

King Linhai probably rarely saw a woman like her. His interest became more intense, so he laughed again and said in an almost teasing tone: "If you don't want to die, why don't you bend down and please the lonely king?"

Cheng Ling leaned against Linhai King while looking at other situations in the tent.

This main tent was very large. Looking at it roughly, Cheng Ling judged that the space inside it was at least two hundred square meters.

Inside the tent, there are musicians playing drums, harps, and shengs, and playing with silk and bamboo.

They sat on both sides of the big tent, playing to themselves. No matter what the scene was in the tent, they didn't even raise their heads. They seemed to be background tools without emotions.

There is a large cauldron in the tent, and a strong aroma of meat can be heard from the cauldron. There is a circle of low tables surrounding it, and the tables are filled with wine barons and various kinds of meat.

Many generals wearing heavy armor and still wearing armor knelt down behind these low tables——

Of course, the kneeling and sitting postures of these people may not be standard. Many of them have drunk until their faces are red, and they are swaying while sitting.

When King Linhai walked among these people with Cheng Ling in his arms, some eyes that were cloudy with the smell of alcohol looked over.

Others clapped their legs and applauded: "Beauty, you are indeed a beauty. Your Majesty is so beautiful!"

King Linhai laughed and said: "Today, we will share this wonderful blessing with all the soldiers!"

Just laughing, he turned his head and looked at Cheng Ling with his bright eyes and said: "Beauty, please serve the lonely king, otherwise the lonely king will take off your clothes and ask the whole army to come to admire your beauty! How good is this? Haha

Ha ha!"

After he finished speaking, he laughed again.

King Linhai loves to laugh very much, but his smile is not sunny or friendly, but scary, cold, and cruel!

He was waiting to admire Cheng Ling's pale face, but Cheng Ling felt his pulse. At this time, he suppressed the anger in his heart, and his face remained calm. He only said: "If I have served you well, will the king

Can you leave me alive and decent?"

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

King Linhai said: "Survival and dignity, do you just want this?"

Cheng Ling said: "I still want to stay with the king and have a status. Is this okay?" After saying this, a slight smile finally appeared on her face that had always been indifferent.

This smile is subtle, but it also reveals a surprising hint of charm. This charm contains ambition and power, which can directly hit people's souls.

Sometimes, top-notch 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 and said: "Your Majesty, it would be boring to go straight. Let me drink some wine later.

, would you like to be more courageous?"

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, as if with a smile, but also seemed to be cold and honest: "Then it depends on how drunk the slave can be after drinking, and how far he dares to go."

Her voice is also very beautiful. After all, she was someone who could make extra money by accepting dubbing assignments in her previous life.

Voice actors are all monsters. When they think, what kind of voice can't they make?

Cheng Ling's voice was like it contained a hundred thousand hooks. She gently lowered the hook, straightened up slightly and sat up from King Linhai's arms. She took a wine glass from the table with a light movement.

There is only one wine glass on the table, and it must be the glass from which King Linhai drinks.

Cheng Ling held the orchid finger, picked up the wine glass, placed the bronze wine baron to his lips, and took a sip.

There was a fire in her heart, and as the fire burned stronger and stronger, her movements became softer.

It seemed that there was endless lingering. When Cheng Ling drank the wine, Linhai Wang looked at her throat that slid slightly due to swallowing, and couldn't help but swallowed.

Cheng Ling then brought the wine glass to King Linhai's lips and said with a smile, "How about you take a sip too, your Majesty?"

Why should King Linhai drink alcohol?

Because the moment he passed the wine glass over, Cheng Ling had secretly put a little cephalosporin powder into the wine glass with the help of his fingers.
Chapter completed!