Chapter 190 Purple Dream

The imperial palace of the Yuan Dynasty was brightly colored and gorgeous, and there was a mixture of palaces and tents. If those monarchs saw it, they would definitely reprimand them for losing their etiquette and not knowing the rules.

At this time, Fang Yuan was in a tent.

The consciousness was released, and the whole tent was fully visible, and a faint fragrance was smelled from the tip of the nose, which was elegant and pleasant, and a beautiful figure of a beautiful woman like autumn water appeared in front of him.

Even though his face was hazy, Fang Yuan could vaguely outline the whole picture.

"Sure enough, she is a beautiful woman, but..."

There was a trace of suspicion on his face: "This kind of breath...Master Meng? No! It is specious!"

"drink!"

Fang Yuan's expression was solemn, and suddenly he made a tactic with both hands, and flashes of spiritual light flashed into the tent.

The shaman stood aside respectfully, knowing that the wizard from the south was chasing after the murderer's aura, he couldn't help shaking his head secretly.

With the prosperity of Yuan Kingdom's national power, how could there be fewer shamans enshrined?

As soon as Da Khan died and Zimeng disappeared, someone came here immediately, and took away a lot of personal items for positioning.

However, no matter what kind of dog hunters, supernatural powers and spells, they all end up falling into the sand, and many spirits from the south are also helpless.

This prisoner Tege from the south is said to have created the martial arts after Wu Zong. He can be called a genius, but how much can he do in terms of skills?

Just the next moment, his eyeballs bulged a little.

A layer of blurred mist began to emerge from the tent, mixed with traces of purple light.

The coquettish colors gathered together, and when they came to the crystal mirror, the purple became more and more intense.

"Sure enough, it is the method of the dream master, why is it somewhat specious..."

With a flick of Fang Yuan's sleeve robe, the layer of purple light was immediately absorbed, and he fell silent.

"grown ups?"

The shaman waited for a long time, and finally stepped forward to ask.

"Go on your own, don't follow me anymore!"

Crash!

The figure in front of him suddenly shattered like a water mirror, only a faint voice was still circulating, obviously the other person had been gone for an unknown amount of time.

Seeing this, the shaman couldn't help but turn pale.

...

Within a street.

A streak of purple air floated in front of Fang Yuan, the cloud was uncertain, pointing to a certain direction.

"Hey... I didn't expect this method of breath tracking, but it really works!"

This spiritual technique was obtained from the government in Yang Fan's dream as Colonel Ying Yang, and it has always been used to arrest Jiangyang robbers.

When it is displayed at this time, the power is indeed no small matter.

Princess Zimeng, who made many shamans and warriors in the Yuan Kingdom helpless, immediately showed her fox tail.

"You are still in Dragon City, you are so courageous!"

Following the guidance of Ling Ji, Fang Yuan came to a big family, walked around a few times, suddenly smiled, and went straight through the door.

"Bold, don't you know that this is Yale's mansion that doesn't cost tens of thousands of households?"

A barbarian who looked like a housekeeper stepped out, waving his whip, and was startled when he saw Fang Yuan: "Southern?"

"roll!"

Fang Yuan didn't even look at it, but with a flick of his sleeve, the man immediately became a gourd.

"Killer!"

"Bold!"

As soon as many screams came out, more than a dozen barbarians rushed out, bowing their bows and setting arrows, with fierce expressions.

After the noise spread, the soldiers who had been patrolling the street gathered quickly and surrounded them.

"neither!"

Fang Yuan took a glance, and holding the purple smoke ball in his hand, he rushed directly to the back house.

Whoosh!

Arrows rained down like rain, but they didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

Under the astonished gazes of many barbarians, Fang Yuan stepped over the high wall with ease and came to the back house.

This suddenly startled a crowd of Yingying Yanyan, and a large number of women's exclamations came.

Many barbarian ladies screamed and ran around, but unfortunately, their quality was really not that good, making Fang Yuan shake his head repeatedly.

"neither!"

With a quick sweep of his eyes, he went straight to the tiger's den and came to a place.

"Come out!"

Fang Yuan pressed his palm, boom! The wooden doors and windows were instantly torn apart, and debris flew all over the sky.

"Bold, who are you? Dare to break into my house?"

One of the barbarian generals stepped out, with a tiger head and leopard eyes, and an imposing appearance, followed by a woman in her early twenties with a graceful figure.

"Princess Zimeng, do you still deny it?"

Fang Yuan chuckled, the smoke in his hand exploded, and the purple mist turned into a small snake, making the woman scream.

Hiss!

These little snakes turned a corner and rushed towards the barbarian general.

"well……"

This barbarian general sighed lowly, his voice was like a golden bell, it was indescribably euphemistic, crisp and alluring, but combined with this rough appearance, it made people feel creepy.

"I hid it well, why did you come to expose me?"

A woman's voice said from the mouth of the general Hu, this scene was like a dream, especially the woman near him, with shame and anger on her face, she fainted directly.

"You are not from Yuan Kingdom!"

That barbarian general, probably a guy pretending to be Yale, looked Fang Yuan up and down, and immediately said in an affirmative tone.

"Princess Purple Dream!"

Fang Yuan's hairs stood on end.

After all, a seven-foot man suddenly spoke and acted like a woman, which could make people get goosebumps: "What a delicate art of painting skin! I wonder if I will be lucky enough to see the princess's true face?"

"You want to see me?"

"Yale Buhua" shook his head, and said in an elegant and pure voice without a trace of impurity: "What's so difficult about it? It's just why you came now to delay my revenge?"

Obviously, this barbarian general is definitely a key figure in Dragon City, holding real power.

Once the princes competed for the position at a critical moment, it would be difficult to stop them from attacking again.

"ah!"

"General?"

"No, he is not a general, but a witch!"

...

Many barbarian soldiers who rushed into the back house just woke up like a dream, and they were all terrified.

My boss was changed silently? This is something that would never happen in a dream!

"This art of painting skin, originally there is nothing..."

Princess Zimeng sighed softly: "Just to imitate this person's demeanor, habits, movements, it really took a lot of effort! Now you have ruined it! How will you compensate me?"

"If this naive and charming attitude is yours, maybe I have surrendered obediently, but now..."

Fang Yuan's mouth twitched.

"Hee hee... I know you are restless and kind, and you won't let it go until you see his face!"

Princess Zimeng let out a laugh, and suddenly revealed her face.

White light flashed!

Strange things happened.

She actually tore off Yale's whole face, including her neck, chest, thighs, clothes... as if she was just wearing a Yale's fur coat.

After the coat fell off, it bloomed with brilliance again, and turned into a thin white paper with Yale Buhua's portrait on it, slowly falling to the ground.

In the same place, there suddenly appeared a peerless beauty who was in her twenties, her eyes were like pearls, and her every frown and smile was incomparably touching!

"There are beauties in the north, who are peerless and independent. They look at the city of people, and then they look at the country...Zimeng Zimeng! It really lives up to its reputation, as beautiful as a dream!"

Fang Yuan clapped his hands and sighed.

He was always like this, and the soldiers next to him, even if they were the same woman, were all dumbfounded.

"You are the first to wake up so quickly!"

Zimeng's beautiful brows frowned, enough to break the heart of any man: "Also, the feeling you give me is very different from those men, I really don't want to..."

She used to wear Yale's cheap skin and acted like a little girl, which was creepy.

But at this moment, every move carried an incomparable charm. This god-given beauty was originally her sharpest weapon!

"What do you really want?"

Fang Yuan also seemed to be fascinated by the beauty, so he took a step forward.

"I really don't want to... just kill you like this!"

Zi Meng whispered, her voice was like a yellow warbler, as if she wanted to bring people into a dream full of sweetness.

Whoosh!

But at the same time as she spoke, the figure moved like a ghost, and in a flash, she came to Fang Yuan, with five fingers on her right hand stretched out.

Her fingers are slender, white, and delicate, without a single pore visible, just like the finest jade.

But at this time, it turned into a soul-searching and killing claw, and the nails popped out, driving strong winds and tearing the air.

Even Fang Yuan, who had just been promoted to Martial Sect, would have five more blood holes in his body if he dared to face this claw!

But Fang Yuan has long been reborn.

At this time, compared with when he was just promoted, how different is it?

"Beautiful lady, why would you be a thief!"

While sighing softly, Princess Zimeng's complexion changed, and she felt that her wrist was firmly trapped by an iron hoop of refined steel, unable to move at all.

"You...let me go!"

A layer of pink immediately appeared on her face, as if she was ashamed and angry, but it made others follow her unconsciously.

"It really is an illusion!"

Fang Yuan smiled confidently: "I advise you not to try again, this illusion technique has no effect on me at all! Don't worry, I will not kill you, and I will not hand you over to Yuan Guo. You are just curious!"

"You...you are..."

But at this moment, Zimeng's expression became very strange.

Like panic, surprise, surprise... Various colors flashed in her pupils, and suddenly turned into a trace of determination: "Sick!"

hum!

A spirit pattern suddenly appeared on her body, spreading all over her body, like a purple mandala, which intensified and exploded suddenly.

"This is... a spirit array? No! You are..."

Fang Yuan was extremely surprised, he took the initiative to let go of his palm, and quickly backed away.

Boom!

It wasn't until he exited the mansion that he thought about turning around, and saw a purple beam of light rising into the sky, engulfing the entire Yale Buhua mansion.

"Formation?!"

He shook his head, "No... The most important thing is her identity! It's actually..."

Fang Yuan muttered a few words, and saw the panicked Dragon City, and the army that was gathering more and more, did not stay, and left quickly.

He had a strong premonition that Zimeng and him would definitely meet again.