Godly Empress Doctor

Mr. Zuoqiu himself quickly turned around to see the Prince!

The crossbowmen did shoot.

But the other side was too fast, like a meteor, and they had a limited range, so the arrows were empty.

The Mad Knife Guard had already pulled the knife one step ahead.

Mr. Zuoqiu worried about the prince, so the first came in looking for the prince.

Naturally, the Prince is guarded indoors.

After all, there's only one prince they can't afford to lose.

“The prince is fine. ”

Mr. Zuoqiu calmed down slowly.

He was so anxious earlier, it wasn't something his personality would do.

Mr. Zuoqiu looked around and there was nothing missing in the inner house, but his heart was raised high.

Something doesn't feel right.

He stood in the hallway and looked around.

The center of the yard is the body of a lone sword.

On the left and right sides of the yard is the east and west compartment, which contains some things, although not much...

Hiss!

Mr. Zuoqiu immediately felt wrong.

“Mr. Zuoqiu, what's wrong with you?” Dr. Mascari chased him out of there.

At this time, I wish Big Brother a quick entry from outside.

“Master? ”

Mr. Zuoqiu saw the greeting and his eyebrows were tighter, pointing to the east wing: “Go inside and see. ”

“Yes.”

Good luck knowing that their spare weapons are hidden here, they don't start easily, once activated, it means the war is worrisome.

Also, the golden thigh bone is inside.

Because this is a natural, spiritual method that best maintains the spiritual energy of the golden thigh bone, Mr. Zuoqiu put the golden thigh bone inside at will before.

Nobody's thinking about being stolen.

Because this is the main courtyard, the main courtyard inhabited by the prince, the main courtyard guarded by Mr. Zuoqiu.

And there is also level 8 formation layer protection, level 8 inscription layer guarded, how could there be a loss?

But now--

“Master! ”

Best wishes in the basement, see the empty indoors, the whole person is stunned.

How...

How is that possible?

Mr. Zuoqiu was waiting for his compliments, but he didn't expect to shout at himself, and there was a sense of alarm in his voice.

Wishes were taught by him personally, what kind of heart Mr. Zuoqiu still knows, can frighten the wishes, that is by no means a small matter.

Mr. Zuoqiu went in without delay.

I wonder what's wrong with you.

Nobody stopped her, so she quickly followed.

When she saw the rows of empty shelves in the underground treasure trove and the corners of the walls, she fell apart.

“Really?! I remember coming down before, there was a handle inscription weapon on the shelf! And this corner of the wall, a big box, a big box of inscribed bombs! ”

Nobody answered the question.

He continued, “Why is it all of a sudden gone? Mr. Zuoqiu, were you in the yard? ”

Now Dr. Mascari has a master to support his waist, and the waist rod is hard again.

Still no one answered her.

But Dr. Mascarini was very happy.

It turns out Mr. Zuoqiu has such a ugly face too.

Mr. Zuoqiu stared at the greetings.

The cheering face is very ugly: “Master... Golden leg bones...”

Mr. Zuoqiu's face was dark: "You didn't refine it? ”

Sincerely smile: “The disciple had something in his hand. He was just in a hurry to finish it. He was about to come here to refine his golden leg bones. Who knows...”

Neither did Mr. Zuoqiu know what to say.

He could only wave: “It seems that the golden leg bone and the prince have no fortune. ”