Xia Qingchen shook his head: "No." ”

He is also strange, who is the rendezvous?

Well?

The White Lotus Holy Maiden came to her senses, and as a quick intuition, she felt that things were not so simple.

"I'm looking for clues. She set out to patrol the surroundings.

Half an hour later, she stood behind an ancient tree, holding the gift that the purple-pupiled demon girl had never given in her hand, and looked left and right: "It seems that the other party has come." ”

Xia Qingchen was also surprised: "Who could it be? Since you've been here, why don't you show up?"

The White Lotus Holy Maiden thought about it, opened the gift box, and a small object made of unknown silk came into view.

The compilation is exquisite, meticulous.

The color is vibrant, like a red rose.

At first glance, you can see that it is a very special and precious thing.

"What is this?" Even though Xia Qingchen was well-informed, there were still things in the heavens and the earth that he didn't know, especially in the mortal world.

The White Lotus Holy Maiden held the wooden box with a gloomy gaze: "This is a blood-dyed heart-to-heart silk, a peace charm woven up a little bit." ”

"Oh. Xia Qingchen's expression was flat, which was not surprising.

Until the White Lotus Holy Maiden added: "Even the heart silk is extremely sharp, and those who touch it will inevitably cut their fingers, and this peace charm is made by the weaver who spends at least half a year, soaked in blood every day and night." ”

"It's the work of heart, and it's a fitting fit. ”

Oh?

Xia Qingchen is a little dignified, this thing is really precious.

Regardless of its function, the mind contained in it alone is extremely heavy.

The function of this thing is to dispel calamities and bless peace. The White Lotus Holy Maiden meaningfully picked up the peace charm, and there was a piece of paper at the bottom of the box.

There is a line of small characters on it, which is exactly the same as the font of the meeting letter passed by the goshawk.

"There is no chance in the future, there is no part in the future, the long life is long, accompanied by the symbol, may you be safe. ”

Xia Qingchen took the note and couldn't help but think: "Is this peace charm given to me?"

He didn't know what other woman in his life would give him such a heavy gift.

"Yes. The White Lotus Holy Goddess had a complicated feeling: "Moreover, the person who gave the gift was still the Dark Moon. ”

Dark Moon?

The White Lotus Holy Maiden groped for the peace talisman: "This is the moon blood concentric talisman unique to the Dark Moon, and only the core members of the Dark Moon know the compilation of this talisman. ”

Xia Qingchen thought of someone, but shook his head slightly.

The White Lotus Holy Maiden also said: "If it weren't for the fact that the Purple Pupil Demon Maiden had died, perhaps, I also think it was her doing." ”

Between heaven and earth, the only one who can treat Xia Qingchen so sincerely and pay so much is the dark moon, only the purple-pupiled demon girl.

It's just that she's long dead.

When it came to the death of the purple-pupiled demon girl, the White Lotus Holy Maiden's eyes did not fluctuate, as if she was talking about a stranger.

There is an extra trace of indifference in her humanity.

"Take it, no matter who the giver is, it's a lot of effort, don't let it down. The White Lotus Holy Maiden stuffed the peace charm into Xia Qingchen's arms and said lightly.

Xia Qingchen rubbed it, and for some reason, he remembered the past when he was on Demon Suppression Island, the purple-pupiled demon girl who incarnated as the Moon Pearl, and fought to get the No. 1 secret room for him even if he was injured.

How similar is the peace charm that carries the heavy and affectionate soul to the secret room back then?

"It's time, I'm leaving. The White Lotus Holy Maiden said softly.

Xia Qingchen nodded: "Take care." ”

The White Lotus Holy Maiden smiled slightly, like a fairy floating away, and disappeared into the verdant forest repeatedly.

Xia Qingchen was like a dream, the White Lotus Holy Maiden came and went in a hurry, and last night's companionship was only like a dream, which made him feel unreal.

Shaking his head slightly, Xia Qingchen returned to Liangzhou City.

Inevitably his identity was exposed, he took pity and hatred, found another mansion, and waited silently for ten days to come.

Ten days later, he will come to the Liangwang Mansion in person, looking for an opportunity to kill Feiran.

That will be his only chance.

From now on, there may not be a chance to step into the Liangwang Mansion again!

At that time.

The sky over the Liangwang Mansion was cloudy, and from time to time a thunderbolt slashed, illuminating the Liangwangfu fiascoly.

In the study, King Liang's face was even more gloomy than the clouds in the sky.

"Say it again!" King Liang in the golden sedan chair suppressed his anger.

In front of him, kneeling on one knee was a disheveled guard, who had been one of the guards who followed Cicada Daozi to the southern frontier.

Cicada Daozi was detained by Bai Zhantian and subjected to censorship, even his guards were no exception.

knew that in the last few days, he had only received special permission and was released back to inform King Liang of what happened to Cicada Daozi in Southern Xinjiang.

"King Liang, Cicada Daozi was suspected of harboring the rebellious Wu family and was imprisoned by Bai Zhantian. He said truthfully.

King Liang's voice was unusually dull: "Bai Zhantian, is it really true that this king doesn't dare to help you?"

The prince who had killed him and openly arrested his envoys.

The former made him feel painful, and the latter disgraced him!

When it spread, the whole world will be in an uproar, and King Liang's envoy has become a prisoner who shields the traitor, isn't that a slap in the face of King Liang?

"Why didn't Cicada Daozi show his king's royal power dragon sword?" asked King Liang again.

Even if Bai Zhantian has no more troops and self-respect, he must be afraid.

The guard swallowed: "Cicada Daozi...... There are no swords available. ”

"Why?" puzzled King Liang.

The guard hesitated: "Cicada Daozi used the Wang Quan Dragon Sword to fight Xia Qingchen, but as a result, he was cut off by Xia Qingchen with a sword. ”

Cut off?

King Liang said categorically: "Impossible! The Dragon Sword of King Power is the gold of this king gathered the world, and invited the strongest spirit master in the world to forge it with the best furnace ding. ”

"When it comes to hardness, it says second, and no one can recognize first. ”

The guard took out a spatial nirvana in a panic and offered it with both hands: "King Liang, please take a look." ”

King Liang took it, swept it over, and was shocked: "How is this possible?"

In the space nirvana, there is a royal dragon sword that is broken into two parts, and the cut is as smooth as a mirror, which can be seen to be cut open by a sword.

King Liang held the two severed swords, and his expression became more and more gloomy.

"Throughout the ages, the instrument of inheritance cannot be broken, and those who break the instrument can break the fortune of the country. King Liang remembered the dying entrustment of the previous king.

The inheritance of the previous generation of Liang Wang was interrupted by the cliff godlessness.

And the cliff has no gods, and it does have the ability to break the national fortune of the cool realm!

Now, Xia Qingchen has broken the instrument of contemporary inheritance, doesn't it mean that Xia Qingchen has the possibility of subverting the royal family?

"Let me ask you, is it true that Xia Qingchen is in southern Xinjiang, and he is worshiped as a true god by the people?"

This is what he cares about the most.

The guard nodded deeply: "After a detailed investigation by Cicada Daozi, it is indeed true, and moreover, there are more and more people who believe that Xia Qingchen is the true god of the mortal world, and even ......"

"Or even what?"

"Even, Southern Xinjiang only worships Xia Qingchen, the god of war, and does not recognize King Liang. ”

King Liang slapped heavily on the armrest and said in a deep voice: "It's all the voice of the people?"

"No! The Southern Xinjiang Army also has a voice, even more so than the people. ”

Suddenly, the golden sedan chair trembled, and it was obvious that King Liang stood up suddenly.

"Does the Southern Frontier Legion want to rebel?" happened what King Liang feared the most. (Brothers, the outbreak will continue tomorrow!) 2k reading network