readx;? Raise the sword, slaughter, there is no one enemy of Mo Xie in front of the Huolin Sword that was painted with the seal of destroying the soul early. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Rush them all, kill them.

"Smack. ”

This is the sound of many ghosts disappearing, and it is also the sound of the golden carriage showing its original form.

Everything that had ever been resplendent was rotten wood that had been spelled, just as a white-robed scribe who had just been graceful was left with a pile of tattered pieces of cloth.

"Kill one hundred and fifty-six spirits, get 1,560 points, and the current points are 6,560 points. ”

The Holy Book gives a number.

"More than a thousand...... Is the price of a ghost only 10 points...... Looks like we're going to have to come up with a more efficient way......"

Mo Xie wiped the Huolin Sword, killing many ghosts and things did not make the Huolin Sword stained with the slightest filth, what he wiped off at the moment was only the inscription on the sword body drawn with his own blood.

The color of the engraving has turned black, which indicates the weakening of the evil spirit-destroying power contained in it.

In order not to fall off the chain at the critical moment, he must make up a fresh mark in time.

"There should be three or four hours before dawn now, if you can brush such an order every hour, then it means that the income of one night will be about 5,000, which means that if you want to make up 100,000 points again, you have to brush at least 20 days......"

While wiping the sword, Mo Ye thought boredly in his mind.

"But ah...... 'thing' has already been given away by me, and if there is no accident, ten more days in this world will be the limit. ”

The old mark had been erased, and Mo Xie forced a wisp of blood from his fingertips to skillfully draw a new mark on the sword.

He used to think that the night was too long, but now he feels that the night is too short.

Blowing dry the blood on the sword and putting away the jade bottle, Mo Xie went to the next battlefield.

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It's dawn.

Those who wake up earlier than the dawn are fortunate to breathe the freshest air.

It's like this.

"Hoo ......"

Finally, he confirmed the official uniform on his body, and only after making sure that there was nothing wrong with Ning Caichen left the mansion, and a carriage was already waiting for him at the door.

"Your Excellency, you look good today. ”

The driver of the car bowed to Ning Caichen.

"Huh. ”

Ning Caichen didn't respond to this, he seemed to be less approachable after becoming a big official, or he had already fallen into thinking about some difficult problems and neglected interpersonal communication early in the morning.

The coachman didn't say anything about this, he opened the curtain for Ning Caichen and served Ning Caichen to take a seat.

"Da-da-da-da. ”

The horses' hooves struck the ground again and again, and the ruts rolled in circles, and Ning Caichen, who was in the car, sounded that everything was as usual, and in about a quarter of an hour he would arrive at the palace to join the morning court, and then in an hour or so he would return in the same carriage.

He was already familiar with this process.

However......

"What's going on? It seems like it's been a long time, why hasn't it arrived yet?"

Time had passed far more than a quarter of an hour, but the carriage was still moving, and Ning Caichen clearly sensed that something was wrong through the brighter and brighter light that came through the curtain of the carriage.

He lifted the curtains first, and saw a strange road that was by no means leading to the palace.

A sense of crisis came to his heart, Ning Caichen quietly untied the belt of his underwear, and then quietly leaned over to get close to the door curtain.

Through the curtain of the door, he could vaguely see the silhouette of the coachman.

The back of his hand gradually began to twitch, and the fingers of the hand holding the belt turned white.

"Must be a one-hit success!"

He gave himself this command in his heart, because he knew that if he could not subdue the coachman in an instant, then he would be greeted by a wrestling with different levels of strength.

All his eyes were on the coachman's neck.

There was his only hope.

"Brother Ning, there is no need to panic. ”

Just when Ning Caichen mustered up the courage to make a move, the coachman who was holding the reins outside and driving the car opened his mouth abruptly.

"Brother Yan?"

Ning Caichen recognized the voice, and he was so surprised that he threw the belt in his hand to the ground.

"Shhhh ”

Yan Chixia said.

Ning Caichen sat down in his seat again, although Yan Chixia had already made a gesture to silence him, he still couldn't help but ask:

"Where to go?"

"Easy place to talk. ”

Unexpectedly, Yan Chixia answered him.

A quarter of an hour later, the carriage stopped outside an alley, but the two men in the carriage did not enter the alley.

They entered a courtyard across the alley.

The courtyard wall is very broken, and it can be seen that it is a building in a slum, which has been in disrepair all year round, and I am afraid that no one lives in it anymore.

"Brother Yan, have you received my letter?"

Ning Caichen will not forget the efforts he made that day, and it seems that those copper coins have flowed to the right place after all. It's just that now that the dust has settled in Kyoto, the original intention of asking for help no longer exists.

"Letter?"

Yan Chixia was dressed as a coachman at the moment, he didn't understand what Ning Caichen was talking about, but he didn't care.

He took off the crown and hat on his head and the coachman's coat on his body, and then threw it aside.

"Brother Yan, your hair?"

Ning Caichen saw Yan Chixia's silver hair, and he gasped.

"Out of the way. ”

Yan Chixia did not mention Pudu Cihang, and similarly, he did not mention Mo Xie.

He is not a man who likes to show off his exploits, and likewise, he is not a man who likes to show off his wounds.

Take off the hat just because he can't get used to it.

"I heard that you are now under one person and above ten thousand?"

Yan Chixia said, when a sentence that should have a congratulatory meaning came out of his mouth, there was neither 'gong' nor 'joy', but there was a sense of déjà vu when a Taoist priest collected money and things after completing the transcendent method.

"It's just a fictitious job. ”

Ning Caichen said so, although his tone was working in a flat direction, there was a trace of uncontrollable triumph between his eyebrows.

Yan Chixia keenly saw this trace of color, so he sighed.

"Oh, a little gadget, remember to bring it close to you, ward off evil spirits. ”

Yan Chixia didn't mention what he knew, Ning Caichen's situation, and today he seemed to be in a state of 'unwilling to mention things', as if he didn't know those things at all.

He pulled out a small wooden sword from his bosom, no longer than his fingers, as if it were a weapon for Thumbelina.

He handed the wooden sword into Ning Caichen's hands.

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