Rong Xiaotian's patience had already run out, and he frowned, "Why is it so troublesome?" ”

Wei Yan didn't look over his head and said angrily, "Childe is impatient, it can be seen that he is not sincere to me." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info will be abandoned in the back house in the future, it is already a visible inevitability, if there is a day, I might as well ...... It is better to bite your tongue and kill yourself, so as not to be ridiculed by the white eyes of those handmaidens in the future! ”

Rong Xiaotian had no choice but to deal with it: "Let's go, let's go, it's up to you!" Who called you the person on the tip of your heart? ”

He swore and said a lot of sweet words, Wei Yan saw that there was no way to avoid it, so he laughed softly: "Childe, you hug people over." ”

Rong Xiaotian was overjoyed, laughed, picked her up by the waist, and walked to the bed.

Wei Yan's bright eyes stared at him with a smile, if he wasn't drunk and anxious, maybe he would have noticed the ruthlessness on the corner of her mouth.

He held her in both hands, only a few steps away from the bed, and at that moment, he was as happy as he was, but he could never have imagined that it would be the last journey of his life.

The change abruptly rose, and the warm fragrance of nephrite in his arms suddenly turned into a deadly rakshasa. She was obviously shyly and infinitely caressing his chest, how could she have expected that in that little hand, there was a life-killing weapon! She had never been so decisive and fierce, she had never waved her hand, but the spike in her hand used the greatest strength in her life to firmly plunge into his chest!

Rong Xiaotian reacted quickly and immediately threw her down and freed his hands,...... But it was too late!

He has been domineering in this town for more than 20 years, and he was injured by a weak woman, how could he swallow this breath? Under the rage, he looked terrible, broke the hairpin on his chest, and threw himself at her with a shout!

Wei Yan was thrown to the ground, and he didn't have time to get up, when he saw his burly body rushing towards him, he could only close his eyes to meet the angry revenge of death......

There was a loud noise in his ears, and Rong Xiaotian's huge body fell to the ground with a bang.

Wei Yan opened his eyes and saw a figure wearing a silver mask standing by the window.

The panic in my heart was withdrawn slightly. She gasped feebly for a moment before she staggered to her feet and walked towards the Ghostface.

"Thank you, you saved me again." Wei Yan gasped and said with difficulty.

Ghostface shook his head, "I didn't save you. ”

She looked at him in amazement, and listened to him say slowly, "If it weren't for your life, I wouldn't have done anything else." ”

He pointed to the motionless corpse on the ground and said, "You killed him yourself." ”

Wei Yan stretched out his hands suspiciously, and said in a trembling voice, "How come?" I...... I obviously ......"

"A sharp weapon pierced the heart, and no matter how fierce and brave he was, he would not survive. You shoot neatly, with a lot of force, and you hit it right in one shot. Very good. The ghost-faced man's tone was extremely indifferent, as if he was saying something very ordinary.

And his few words were enough to stir up a monstrous wave in her heart. She killed a man with extraordinary martial arts! She killed!

Ignoring her confusion, Ghostface pointed out the window and said, "Do you want to leave?" I suppose you've been making 'Nether Voices' all afternoon, hoping that I can hear them and then come and take you away, right?" ”

Wei Yan nodded heavily, "I beg you, take me away immediately!" ”

The ghost-faced man said lightly: "Yes, Holy Lord, please!" ”

In the soft moonlight, two figures, one white and one gray, sat on the eaves.

"Qing Cen, did you already know that the guy who dyed the ink was secretly guarding the woman?"

The man dressed as a scholar shook his head and smiled, "I don't know." Dye ink has always been haunted, who can find out his whereabouts? Luo Yan, can you admit defeat? I'll just say, such an outstanding woman has some abilities that others don't have. ”

Luo Yan was dressed as a peasant, and said unconvinced: "What is she capable of, didn't she rely on the voice of the underworld to lure the ink to come to the rescue?" Tomorrow I will steal her Netherworld token and see how angry she is! ”

The scholar shook his head and said, "Don't be forceful, you can clearly see it, and you didn't make a move!" She killed that martial artist by herself! ”

Luo Yan smiled disapprecitatively, "This time you won." But don't worry, with her troubled face, something will happen sooner or later! ”

After speaking, Luo Yan took out a silver ghost head mask from his crumpled gray coarse cloth clothes, put it on his face, and sneered, "Qing Cen, remember your mission!" You're ordered to oversee her, not to pity her! ”

The scholar watched Luo Yan disappear into the distance at the end of the eaves, and muttered to himself, "Who else will I pity besides that person?" No matter how beautiful and pitiful others are, what does it have to do with me? My heart would have died with her! Leaving me alone in the world is just a day at a time...... Who dies and who lives, who loses and who wins, who becomes the holy lord, who takes the country, what does it have to do with me? Shengyun, maybe soon, I can come and see you......"

In a dark mansion, Wei Yan held Tao Xun with a solemn expression.

The ghost-faced man turned his head and whispered, "Let me ask again, are you ready to enter the dungeon?" ”

Wei Yan took a deep breath and said resolutely: "Yes!" No matter what happens when this door opens, I won't regret it. My gut tells me that I shouldn't run away! ”

The ghost-faced man nodded, said no more, stretched out his hands, and pushed open the wooden door in front of him.

They walked into a gloomy hut with four putrefining coffins side by side.

I don't know if it was because the impact of the murder she had just killed was too great for her, or because she felt relieved that the ghost-faced person was around, she was not afraid of the coffins and the dead bodies in the coffins.

The ghost-faced man didn't stop, walked to the corner of the west wall, groped for a moment, turned back and beckoned to her, "Holy Lord, please!" ”

Wei Yan walked to his side, only to hear a few squeaks, and a large black hole appeared on the ground, and the ghost-faced man jumped down into the hole and disappeared in an instant.

Wei Yan covered his mouth in surprise, instinctively wanting to retreat, thinking of the determination he had just made, gritted his teeth and stepped forward, closing his eyes and jumping into the hole.

A pair of large hands held her steadily. When his feet hit the ground, he realized that there was actually a row of stairs under the entrance of the cave.

Follow the ghost-faced man and walk downward, faintly visible in front of him. When he walked to the brightly lit place, Wei Yan saw clearly that he had walked into an extremely delicate room.

The ghost-faced man pointed to the chair in the middle and said, "Holy Lord, please take a seat." ”

Wei Yan sat down in his chair nervously, and then heard a chaotic sound of footsteps. The door on the other side of the room was pushed open, and several men wearing ghost-headed masks walked in, just like the ghost-faced man.

The ghost-faced man pointed at Wei Yan, and suddenly raised his voice, "The Holy Lord is above, and the palace people still don't pay homage?" ”

This sound of breaking off was like thunder, bursting in the ears. Wei Yan suddenly remembered the screaming sound he heard on the night he encountered wolves in the forest sea. It turned out that it was the ghost-faced man who saved her life that time!

Several men wearing masks hesitated slightly, but saw that the ghost-faced man knelt down on one knee first, and respectfully bowed, "Long live the Holy Lord, bless the people of my palace, there is a fairy court in the sky, there is a holy palace in the earth, and you are in charge of the mountains and rivers, there is nothing to follow!" ”

Those few people knelt on the ground one after another, followed the appearance of the ghost-faced man, and knelt down to worship and sing praises to Wei Yan.

As soon as the voices of several people fell, they raised their right hands in unison, took the silver mask on their faces, and said in turn; "Subordinate dyeing ink (Xiqiao, Xu Hu, Zhang Qi, Zhou Bingshan, Wu Sheng...... See the Holy Lord! (To be continued.) )