Chapter 39: Memories of That Year, and the Burial of the King (Recommended Additions)

Jing Xie was stunned in place, Gongzi Yin Sheng?

At the age of nine, he was placed under house arrest at home, and since then he has not disappeared in the court and the rivers and lakes.

The poor cat stopped breathing fire and turned to Jing Xie: "Jing Xie, why aren't you happy for me, Qi Qi has eaten another ghost general." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Jing Xie hooked his finger at it, and after the poor cat ran over, it felt that something was wrong.

Jing Xie picked it up, pressed his palm on its belly, and turned it upside down, about to spit out what it had eaten in its stomach. The poor cat panicked and shouted: "Someone is going to kill the cat, someone is going to kill the cat. ”

For a long time, the poor cat lost half of his life and lay dying on a pile of grass. But that ghost general has been absorbed by the poor strange cat, and only a few ghost soldiers have been forced out.

Jing Xie walked over to pick up the cat, but the poor cat shrank back, a little scared. Jing Xie picked it up hard, and gave it luck, and the cat's belly felt much better.

After a while, Jing Xie really felt that the belly of the poor cat was bigger again.

"Run! ”

A quarter of an hour ago, the thief saint Ye Qiansoul came out of the underground escape passage of the secret room with the people of the Mandarin Duck Pavilion, and when the thief saint was young, he trained a pair of yin and yang eyes when he followed the master to rob the tomb, although these yin and ghost soldiers were in the daytime, he could still see them clearly.

One move, one style, one knife and one ghost, everything seemed to be going well, and suddenly a man with a mask was bloodthirsty in his eyes.

Ghost General.

A ghost general possessed by an onmyoji.

The remaining people in the Mandarin Duck Pavilion, under the strong attack of the ghost general, most of them were killed or wounded, and in an instant, more than seventy people who came out of the secret room are now only a few dozen people left.

The thief of the Holy Leaf Thousand Souls made a move to block another wave of powerful attacks that the ghost general was about to launch. Anyone who touches the blade of the ghost general will quickly turn into fireflies, only stealing the holy leaf thousand souls, and the ghost will go down with that knife, leaving only the wound, and the bright red blood flows.

"Let's go. ”

Another roar.

Yang Mo gritted his teeth: "If you want to live together, you have to die together." ”

The corner of the ghost's lips smeared with the contempt of 'you can't help yourself', held a knife in each hand, and quickly threw the knife in his left hand towards the heart of the thief saint, and shook hands with his right hand and swept into the air in one fell swoop, sweeping the heads of the two from the side.

However, that person, a knife that blocked him in the air, Yang Mo subconsciously blocked the knife that was directly at Ye Qiansoul's heart, but Ye Qiansoul stretched out his hand and clamped the knife in mid-air with two fingers.

Immediately, he pushed Yang Mo aside, grabbed the weapon that was originally in the left hand of the ghost general, and pointed the blade directly at the ghost general who was still in mid-air.

The ghost general was wounded under his body, collected the knife, dodged the attack of the person holding the fan, took the knife in his right hand with his left hand, and quickly reversed his body from top to bottom in the air, and a knife stabbed straight at the chest of the thief saint in a very low position.

Blood splattered all over it, and it grabbed the knife that the thief had thrown on the ground, and fled to a cave in a hurry.

Jing Xie hugged the poor cat and went out from the entrance of the cave, and the bloodstains on the original road disappeared. The poor cat meowed, "The drunkard is dead, the drunkard is dead." ”

Jing Xie closed his eyes, really trying to find a hammer to hit the cat's head hard. What kind of cat, cursing people, it's not a good thing.

When the thief saint-Ye Qiansoul fell, he only said one word, he was facing Chu Yun, and he said, "Thank you." ”

At that moment, it seemed that nothing mattered, on the verge of death, all the love and hatred, misunderstandings, everything was not so important, Yang Mo watched him fall to the ground, his body slowly turned into a firefly, his knees knelt on the ground, and a mandarin duck sword also fell into the dirt.

On the first night of the sword, she won, he deliberately lost, he said, look at the sword in your hand, there should be two mandarin duck swords, lend me one?

"No, I don't borrow." ”

"So, give me this of yours?" ”

"Don't give." ”

The man paused, his face was as beautiful as the moon, his hair was like ink, like stars, his eyes were deep and magnificent, the corners of his lips were pursed, he smiled, and then he smiled.

That time, he came back from outside, as if he had been poisoned, seriously injured, and covered in cold, she picked up her sword and threatened not to let him in, but he leaned on her window rail, and the corners of his lips hooked an evil smile: "You just want me to die like this?" ”

And that time, he went to steal the Yongzhou Mansion to present the Jiaozhu to the emperor, and the Yongzhou Mansion and the court of 3,000 people went to chase him, that night she was in pain all night, and when she saw him come back in the morning, she hated it.

"What, you're afraid of me dying?" That Jiaozhu is boring, I'll go back, the girl in the mansion? It's so ugly, I just want to sleep with you. ”

His chest rose and fell, his eyes became more and more emotional, and a sword was pulled out of the dirt.

"Today, the museum is gone, and the duck is not alone. ”

Chu Yun: "Is it because of him?" ”

The duck did not speak.

Chu Yun: "But what if I can save him?" ”

Yang Mo raised his head and only snorted: "Childe, don't laugh, everyone in the Mandarin Duck Pavilion, if Childe can be saved early, he doesn't have to wait until now, right?" ”

Chu Yun: "The life and death of people are fateful, if the Mandarin Duck Pavilion is willing to be used by me from today onwards, and the people in the pavilion are killed by the Yin Cao ghost soldiers, the Witch Spirit Division can help you revive them, but you are injured by the ghost generals, and it is difficult to obey your fate." ”

When Jing Xie found them, he saw Yang Mo, the owner of the Mandarin Duck Pavilion, kneeling on the ground, and everyone in the pavilion seemed to be alive, including the one who went to the inn to report the news before.

The poor cat yelled: "The master is so powerful, I knew that the master would save them." ”

Jing Xie ran over, looked at the duck foam on the ground, and tried to help her up, but she didn't get up. At this time, the Jing evil appeared, and Ye Qiansoul was not resurrected.

The original elder-level members of the Mandarin Duck Pavilion were also not there.

She looked at Chu Yun. Chu Yun lowered his head and pressed his fan against his chin in contemplation.

The rain is coming, the ground is damp, and the former electricity is glinting; Don't say who you love, don't say it, but the memories end here.

Stop studying after learning just a little.

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On the way back, the rain was heavy, and there were ten miles of red makeup on the street because of happy events, Jing Xie only felt that every step was very heavy, and every step was like a thousand pounds.

Chu Yun rubbed the belly of the poor cat: "I was disobedient again today and ate indiscriminately?" ”

Poor Qi cat rubbed in his arms: "Poor Qi ate a ghost general today, and Qi Qi will breathe fire to the master, meow!" ”

Chu Yun touched its head: "Did Qi Qi have fun today?" ”

Poor Strange Cat: "Meow Meow~"

Chu Yun: "Is it good for the poor Qi to help the master?" ”

Poor cat shook his head: "Meow meow, that drunkard plucks the feathers of the phoenix and the bird, don't give up a life for him." ”

Chu Yun: "But Qiqi has nine lives!" ”

Chu Yun continued to rub its swollen belly, which had gained weight again, and comforted.

Jing Xie raised his head, and his eyes instantly brightened: "You mean that Ye Qiansoul is still alive?" ”

Chu Yun: "He can't die, and the person who killed him didn't kill him at all." ”