Chapter 158: The Fierce Woman is Afraid of Pestering Lang

[Thank you for the reward of the cold wind, O(∩_∩)O~]

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The scenery is like a fairyland, the majestic palace, and the veil is fluttering.

The handsome and extraordinary man made her feel evil and terrible, and on the ground in front of her, a boy who was no more than eight or nine years old was being pierced into his body one by one with a silver needle, and the whole root was submerged.

The boy's body trembled, his expression pale with pain, and his hoarse voice begged her.

Sister Huang, I hurt so much, Sister Huang, you killed me, right? Kill me......

She stared blankly at the boy being tortured, staring at the man with empty eyes, the monstrous hatred seemed to rise from the depths of her soul, and the two tears of blood and tears in her eyes slowly overflowed.

She gritted her teeth and asked frantically: Gong Xing, ah...... Why? It's not enough for you to kill my father and queen mother, why don't you even let my brother go? Why?

The man smiled slightly, like a spring breeze, but it made her cold and piercing: Because, I want you to be in pain......

Why do you hate me so much? Why hate me? Why do you hate me......

On the wide bed, Zhang Yanchen opened his eyes violently, staring at the snow-white bed curtain in a daze, his mind was messy, and he only felt a wave of hatred in his chest.

Another nightmare!

She hadn't had that nightmare for a long time, and this time, it came again.

Who is that cold man in a yellow shirt? Who is Gong Xing? Who was the tortured woman?

Rubbing his chest, Zhang Yanchen picked up and ran into the Soul Refining Tower. Come to Hanyu's bedside.

A dark green gown with closed eyes.

Zhang Yanchen stretched out his hand to caress Cangwu's face, sighed, and muttered to himself: "Today, I have nightmares again, Cangwu, why do I always have that woman's nightmares?" ”

The voice of self-talk stopped, Zhang Yanchen sighed again, lowered his head against Cangwu's forehead, and the skin he touched was cold and piercing. Hard-hearted.

"Cangwu. I miss you. ”

With another sigh, Zhang Yanchen sighed three times in a row, and then trotted out of the Soul Refining Tower with the cold freezer who was awakened by the cold jade bed.

At this moment, the sky is still dark, and Zhang Yanchen has lost his sleepiness. He sat on the bed and absorbed the aura of the Great Zhou Tian.

An hour later. Jun Jiuling and others came to knock on the door.

"Sister Ember Dust."

Zhang Yanchen opened the door. Seeing Jun Jiuling and Lan Yi and the middle-aged man named Ren Changlan, he asked, "What about the others?" ”

"They're already down there, let's go."

A few people went downstairs. At this moment, the inn has long been opened, and many diners in the lobby below are having breakfast.

Ji Hou and the others were already waiting at the door, and when they saw Zhang Yanchen coming down, they smiled and set off.

When they came, the wildebeest was put in the spirit animal bag, and the season released the wildebeest, got on their horses, and slowly walked towards the city gate.

Everyone didn't notice that at the door of the inn, a black-clothed man with a masked face followed silently.

Qishan is located in the southern part of Nanling Kingdom, not too far from Lincheng, and according to the speed of the wildebeest, it only takes one day to reach it.

Out of the city gate, into the eye is the endless mountains, one after another, although not high, but at a glance can not see the end. This is the Lianyang Mountains on the border of the Nanling Kingdom, after crossing the Lianyang Mountains, you can reach Huaishui, and then you will go to Huaicheng, and when you arrive at Huaicheng, you can see Qishan.

The wood spirit fire that Jun Jiuling is looking for is in Qishan, and everyone's direct target is naturally Qishan.

Riding horses along the official road, from time to time you can see all kinds of spirit beasts galloping around you, wildebeests, tiger lions, etc., there are all kinds of flying spirit animals in the sky, it is really lively.

Zhang Yanchen wore a veil in front of Jun Jiuling, covering his appearance, and his eyes fell on the few demon cultivators who were dangling past him, and his eyes darkened.

The trott squatted on the wildebeest's head, and when he looked back at Zhang Yanchen, he wore the veil that could hide his face, and his heart was relieved.

"Ah Chen, why didn't your master let us go with Jun Jiuling and them?"

Zhang Yanchen looked at her when he heard this: "I thought you were asleep at the time." ”

"No, I heard it all, tell me, why is that?" Listening to Xingxi's angry tone, it seemed that he couldn't wait for Ah Chen to go back immediately, away from Jun Jiuling and the others.

Zhang Yanchen couldn't figure it out, but even if she knew why, I'm afraid she wouldn't leave.

"What do you want to do with these? Eventful. Zhang Yanchen scolded with a smile.

After walking for half a day, the group reached half the distance of the Lianyang Mountain Range, and as long as they traveled for half a day, they could reach Huaicheng and see Qishan.

Jun Jiuling was afraid that Zhang Yanchen's cultivation was low, so he proposed to dismount and rest. Naturally, the others agreed, and the group stopped in the woods by the roadside and looked for a cool place to sit and rest.

Zhang Yanchen and the trot walked over slowly, and saw Ji Hou squinting and resting against a big tree, so he walked over.

Ji Hou opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Girl, come, sit." ”

With a wave of his hand, a chair appeared on Ji Hou's side out of thin air and sat down calmly. Thinking of Ji Hou's embarrassed appearance when he was in the inn, he smiled faintly.

Zhang Yanchen naturally wouldn't say anything about the Linghua Fairy in front of the big guys, so he said: "My master said that the Linghua Fairy passed away more than fifty years ago, and after this incident, you can go to find her." ”

Yin Yang Valley is a righteous sect, kind and kind to people, Ji Hou likes the Linghua fairy, you can go to pursue, there is no shortage of male cultivators in the valley to marry foreign female cultivators, female cultivators to marry foreign male cultivators. The people in the valley will not hinder them, everything is up to their personal choice, and they are very free.

Ji Hou glared at her in annoyance, and then smiled: "The Linghua Fairy is infatuated with her husband, what should I do to fight with a dead man?" ”

In the smiling face, infinite loneliness. But love is such a thing, and it can't be stopped when it comes.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Yanchen was very curious: "How did Brother Ji know the Linghua Fairy?" ”

When Ji Hou heard this, his face suddenly showed a look of nostalgia and memory.

"That was decades ago! At that time, I was chased and killed, and when I was hiding, I met her, and she didn't even ask who I was, and she didn't hesitate to rescue me when she saw that I was injured. I ......" Ji Hou paused, his face slightly red: "I was fascinated by her at the time." ”

When Zhang Yanchen heard this, he realized that if he was replaced by other monks, he would not see death and not be saved, but like this, he would not hesitate to come to the rescue without asking, which was indeed the style of Yin Yang Valley. The Linghua Fairy thought that she was an extremely kind-hearted woman, and she was beautiful, otherwise how could Ji Hou be obsessed with it for decades, and she couldn't give it up, and now she heard that the Linghua Fairy Taoist was dead, and then she rekindled hope.

This kind of beauty saving heroes is of course cliché, but it makes people not feel bored.

It's just that Ji Hou doesn't seem to have confidence, and he doesn't dare to look for the Linghua Fairy's nest.

Ji Hou is a very good person, Zhang Yanchen thinks that he still has the ability to know people, if the Linghua Fairy is with Ji Hou, he will definitely not be wronged.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yanchen couldn't help but mention him more.

"Although the Linghua Fairy is infatuated with her husband, there are no absolutes, and if you don't work hard, there is really no hope. You've lived so long, haven't you heard the phrase 'fierce women are afraid of pestering them'? (To be continued.) )