201 The battle of the Jin king - the giant pit is now

"Let's go. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info" Yan Hui looked at Yuan Zhi and said, "It should come, it will always come, and it is better to sleep beautifully before this." ā€

"You said yes, Force. Yan Hui looked at Ji Feng lightly, "Do you want to come to my temple and talk together at night." ā€

Ukijo laughed. ā€

If it was normal, he might have responded, but this is a royal city after all, and they are opponents at this time, no matter how private they are.

"I'll go first, hoping to meet Ukichi at the end. Li Feng slightly bowed his head at Yan Hui, and went to find his palace with the number plate.

Yan Hui touched his chin and looked at the other party's back and smiled evilly, "If you are still alive by then, I think you will." However, standing on the opposite side of a beautiful woman, it's really unbearable to think about it. ā€

Yan Hui clenched the sign in his hand, "Let's go, it's a long night, you have to find a place to rest." ā€

The temple gate with "One" written on it sparkled in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the setting sun fell on the wood grain under the number, reflecting the wood grain in a different way.

Yan Hui took out his own brand, adjusted it to the sunlight for a while, and sure enough, he saw the same pattern on the wooden card.

"What is this?"

Yan Hui handed the sign to Yuan Zhi on the side, "It looks like a bug." ā€

"It's the mother worm. Yuan Zhi took out his own brand, and the sign with one on it also had the same pattern.

"In the mythical biographies of the Southern Regions that have been passed down from generation to generation, the Worm Mother knows the sun and the moon, connects day and night, and has great power, and the people of the Southern Regions firmly believe that the reason why they can have a unique Gu worm is because of the gift of the Worm Mother. ā€

Listening to this false remark, Yan Hui only felt weird, "Is this talking about insects or gods." ā€

"In the hearts of the people of the Southern Regions, the worm mother is a god. Yuanzhi's expression rarely condensed, "Yan Hui, don't forget, it is impossible for ordinary people to survive such a serious injury as you." ā€

Yan Hui was secretly speechless when he heard it, roughly speaking, he was shot through by an arrow once, he was crushed by a black bear and his ribs were poked in his lungs once, he was attacked by Mingyue once, and then he killed himself again in order to deal with Fucheng.

This pile of piles, ordinary people in their lives to meet once is already extremely unlucky, she Yan Hui life back and forth a few back and forth, now not only survived, but also alive chickens and dogs.

So this Gu worm is definitely a black technology.

Yan Hui folded his hands and bowed his head twice to the insect mother on the palace, "I hope that the insect mother will bless me to live a long time, be glorious and rich, and have power in the world." ā€

Looking at Yan Hui's insincere appearance, Yuan Zhi originally wanted to laugh, but before the smile was hooked, it disappeared from the corner of his mouth.

Yan Hui has only lived for six months, and her prayer at this moment seems absurd, but it may not be her desire for life.

"Yes. ā€

The palm with the scent of sandalwood fell on the top of Yan Hui's head, and he rubbed it very affectionately, "You will definitely be able to live a long time." ā€

"Hey, the point is wrong, the most important thing is to be glorious and rich, and the power is all over the world, no matter how bad it is, open a harem directly for me." ā€

Yuan Zhi smiled, "There will be." ā€

"Of course. As soon as Yan Hui's voice fell, he heard the sound of a wheelchair being pushed behind him.

She turned to look and saw Kuzhi looking at the number plate with "II" written on her hand, corresponding to the palace in front of her.

This would have been a good alliance object, but the other party and himself both carried a drag oil bottle.

Yan Hui nodded at Kuzhi, turned around and entered his palace with Yuanzhi, anyway, the princess only said that she would bring her own wooden card to look for the palace, and did not say that she must have one person, so Yan Hui's edge ball was accurate.

But......

Yan looked back at the man in a wheelchair wearing a hat.

I always felt that this person's back was a little familiar, as if I had seen it there before.

It was night, there were many clouds and few stars in the sky, and the already empty royal city was even more silent, and in the palace with "One" written, a candle flame was faintly burning on the table.

Yan Hui turned over, next to the candle flame, Yuan Zhi was sitting upright in front of him, holding a rosary and chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Yan Hui was a little irritable and made a sleepy person stay up late, which was simply torture.

She touched the bags under her eyes, and if nothing else, her dark panda eyes could perfectly interpret the gloomy makeup of the floating city even without makeup.

"What do you say is this trial of King Jin?"

"Just wait and wait, as you said, it will come, it will come. ā€

That's true, but I can't calm down at all.

"Recite a Buddhist sutra and listen to it, it's the kind of complicated and awkward mouth, and you want to make people sleep when you listen to it. ā€

Yuan Zhi turned the rosary in his hand, and as soon as he opened his lips, it was a passage that Yan Hui couldn't even understand the punctuation.

Yan Hui stretched, and now he can always take a good rest.

But before she had finished stretching her waist, she turned her head to look at the windowsill, and just now she heard a noise coming from there.

Her bare feet fell to the ground, and her forefeet stood on tiptoe, and the soft soles of her feet landed on the pine floor, light and silent.

The Buddhist scriptures that were chanted were still the same, and Yan Hui was already like a cautious cat, quietly approaching the windowsill.

Under the closed window, a swarthy scorpion was lying quietly there.

The barb on its tail was blue and purple, and the insect beetles on its body were dark and shiny, and at this time, sensing Yan Hui approaching, it raised its chelicera and waved it in demonstration.

How could Yan Hui give him a chance to threaten himself, only to see her move like lightning, skillfully pinching the tail of the poisonous scorpion and lifting it up.

The scorpion shook its head, struggling to give Yan Hui a bite, but it was like a snake that had been pinched by seven inches, and it couldn't bear Yan Hui at all.

Yan Hui thought to himself secretly as he carried the scorpion, not knowing whether this scorpion was the main act of the Twelve Mountains or the trial of the battle between the kings of Jin.

Yan Hui used two fingers to smash the scorpion's head to pieces.

Either way, she was destined to let the other party down.

"It's just an ordinary venomous scorpion. ā€

Yuan Zhi squatted down beside Yan Hui with Yan Hui's shoes, and Yan Hui's soles stepped on the smooth pine surface, showing that his feet were white and tender.

"It's cold on the ground, you're a girl, you still have to pay more attention. "Yuan Zhi is like a considerate big brother next door, putting on his shoes gently for Yan Hui.

Yan looked back at it and sighed for a while, "Fate, it's a pity that a warm man like you who is considerate and nuanced escapes into the empty door." ā€

Yuan Zhi stood up and quietly stared at Yan Hui in front of him, "How can it be a pity."

To see you again is no regret for me.

"Go to sleep, I'll call you for something. ā€

Yan Hui was about to nod, but heard a slight "click" sound coming from under his feet.

She retreated to the corner of the wall, and saw her room suddenly sink like origami, and in just a few breaths, a huge black pit was revealed at her feet......