In an instant, the hundred white-clothed dead soldiers turned into a pool of flesh and blood, staggering to the ground, washed by the rain, soaking the messy wild grass in front of the Yinghua Palace, and then flowing down the black and green blades of grass, submerged into the dust, and disappeared.

The wind brought by the sword qi blew Li Xiuce's black-haired clothes, and the umbrella above his head was blown to the ground, whirling, spinning in circles, blood mixed with muddy water stained the snow-white umbrella surface, Li Xiuce's body staggered back two steps uncontrollably.

Xue Xiangsong let go of his arms on the top of his head, his whole body was in abnormal pain, his arms trembled more than once, for the things of this night, he thought about it in every possible way, took precautions, on the way to come, he had put on a set of invulnerable gold silk soft armor, the hundred white-clothed dead soldiers were carefully trained by him, after layers of selection, he knew that the strength of these hundred dead soldiers, although there was still a certain gap compared with the masters at the peak of the rivers and lakes, but each with unique skills, they were all good at killing, never thought that under the invincible hands of Tai'an City, they never caught a single move!

With a bang, the door of the Yinghua Hall was blown open by a strong wind, and in the swarthy hall, a little bright and dazzling light floated, as bright as the stars in the sky, and also like the ghost fire on the mass grave on the autumn night, that little bit of bright light began to move, and gradually floated out of the hall and appeared in front of Li Xiuce and Xue Xiangsong.

That bit of light came from the fingertips of the old man of Liangjiazi, and he gently lowered his hand, and behind him, Wei Mocheng's face seemed to be hidden in layers of mist, clearly in front of him, but he couldn't see it clearly, and even whether there was such a person in front of him, Xue Xiangsong was a little unsure.

"Senior Wei, Xiuce asks you to go out of the mountain and help Xiuce. Li Xiuce bowed his head and bent over, looking respectful.

Wei Mocheng walked down the steps of the main hall, and the rain falling from the sky bounced three feet beside him: "Are you threatening the old man?"

Since the old-timers think so, Xiuce also acquiesces. ”

Hearing this, Xue Xiangsong was suffocated for a while, for fear that the old man not far away would be angry, so he made a sword with thousands of raindrops in one hand, stabbing himself into a sieve, it was already a great luck to be able to block the next move, and he Xue Xiangsong did not dare to take the second move.

The layer of fog that covered the old man's face shook for a moment, and Xue Xiangsong felt that the old man was laughing.

"You're a little doll who is honest enough, but you always need a little bit of chips to threaten people, what are your chips?"

Li Xiuce took a step forward and got closer to the old man: "Little palace maid Xuan'er." ”

Xue Xiangsong couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, it turned out that the little prince let him lead the little palace maid out of the palace and kidnap her, and there was such a deep meaning.

Wei Mocheng's body didn't move, but the raindrops that bounced off three feet around his body exploded into a cloud of splash: "The chips are very heavy, but they are not enough to impress the old man, the life and death of a little palace maid are dispensable for the old man." ”

Li Xiuce smiled slightly: "The old-timers are two years old, they have seen the vicissitudes of the world, the world is changing, and the cultivation is even higher than the sky, and the natural heart is like stopping water, and everything in the world cannot enter the eyes of the old-timers, but there is one thing Xiuce wants to tell the old-timers, when he went west to Zhenxi Army, the poisonous sword fairy Murong Feng killed people with his eyes, and it was unfortunate that the golden light in the little palace maid's body flashed out, blocking the sword that the poisonous sword fairy was bound to do, and the poisonous sword fairy once said that the golden light was left in the body of the little palace maid by the old-timers. ”

"So you're gambling, betting on the weight of the little palace maid's life in the old man's heart?" Wei Mocheng's tone was cold, and the raindrops hovered again, and thousands of raindrops formed a lying cone, and the tips of the vertebrae pointed to Li Xiuce's eyebrows.

Li Xiuce didn't care about his life before the front line: "Yes, Xiuce is gambling, gambling with his life, and Xiuce feels that he has won the bet." ”

With Wei Mocheng's temperament, if he has the intention to kill someone, where will he talk to you and pretend to be a prestige.

Wei Mocheng stretched out a hand, pointed at the bottom of the vertebrae, and had already touched the tip of Li Xiuce's eyebrows, and then advanced three points, piercing the skin, and a little blood oozed out.

In the end, the conebrae formed by the raindrops fell to the ground, and Wei Mocheng withdrew the breath released from the outside, and stood with his hands in his hands: "The old man wants to ask, why?"

Since the old-timers wanted to hear it, Xiuce put his heart into his heart once. Kidnapped by the Huns, Xiu Ce has seen the book of the Bank of China, seen the fight in Shengjing City, deceitful and deceitful, blood flowed like a river, went west to the town of the Western Army, Xiu Ce has seen the poisonous sword fairy kill people like hemp, regard human life as grass mustard, in order to kill a person, you can abandon your own life, that kind of horror that is as close as a knife, Xiu Ce has experienced. But compared to these, my grandmother revealed my whereabouts to the Huns, and she wanted to use my Li Xiuce's life to ensure that the throne belonged to the eldest sister, could it be that my Li Xiuce's life was so despicable? I told myself over and over again that my grandmother was forced to do so, and it was understandable, but every time I thought about it, Xiuce still had chills all over my body, and I couldn't sleep all night. ”

"You think your sister is your grandmother's kind of person?"

"Old-timer, Xiuce can guarantee for sure, not now!"

"Are you afraid, in the future?"

"I'm afraid, Xiuce thinks a lot, the more I think about it, the more afraid I am of the future, people, are all going to change, the future eldest sister is likely to maintain her original intention, and regard Xiuce as her own, but who can guarantee a case? So...... It's always a good thing to plan ahead. ”

Wei Mocheng nodded: "It's understandable to think more about yourself, but the old man doesn't understand, why don't you wait for her to return to Beijing before you do it?"

Li Xiuce sighed faintly: "This is the problem, if the eldest sister is in Tai'an City, Xiuce thinks of the grace of many years of nurturing and care, not the family affection of mother and son is better than mother and son, Xiuce can't do it, as long as the eldest sister stands in front of me, I have no ambition, hey, old-timer, to be honest, Xiuce really doesn't want to be a bad person, he is forced." ”

"You, if you are not the emperor, what a loss. Wei Mocheng rarely laughed heartily, and his laughter was hearty: "If your sister has half of your mind, and she doesn't look forward and backward so much, dragging mud and water, her throne will be more stable." ”

Li Xiuce bent over: "Xiuce should be praised by the old-timers." ”

"Praise is not counted, Li Mocun is not suitable to be the emperor, and your sister is not suitable, but you are the most suitable to be the emperor. Wei Mocheng opened his mouth and said: "The old man promised you to help you, but ......" paused slightly: "If Xuan'er's little girl has three longs and two shorts, your life will be gone." Stretched out his hand and pointed at Xue Xiangsong: "After this matter is over, the old man will give you thirty years of longevity, and after thirty years, you will come to Yinghua Hall to cut yourself, and the old man will leave your whole body." ”

Xue Xiangsong was sweating profusely, his breathing was thickened, his back was wet, he couldn't help but reach out and wipe the sweat on his brows, and looked up at Wei Mocheng, the fog was heavy, and two knife-like gazes fell on him, like fire.

Wei Mocheng faced Li Xiuce from the beginning: "Little doll, since you let the old man out of the mountain, say, who will you kill first?"

Li Xiuce said lightly: "New royal cat, Yu Qing." ”