The night is slightly cool, when all the bonfires are extinguished, the bright moon hanging high in the night sky becomes particularly conspicuous, sprinkling a little bright silver, decorating the buildings in the séance, as if the white spires are sacred and inviolable.

The three of them lived in one of them, and countless pairs of eyes were staring at this place, because they came by the emperor's order, maybe they were going to poke some moths out of the séance altar, at least before Zhu and Xi confirmed the alliance, they had to pay close attention to the reciprocal relationship between them and the enemy.

Everyone, including the Poison King, watched the three of them with wide eyes, and there were insertion techniques in every corner inside and outside the residence, which could be called pervasive. Layers of blockade, even the powers of the four realms can't leave here without being detected in full view of everyone.

The white-shirted young man on the couch has slept soundly so far, Hongxiao has also fallen asleep after returning to the room to wash up a little, only Wei Yang is staying in Yelin's room and closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

Meng Chao suddenly felt a little strange, but he couldn't say where the blame was.

Sheng Li also joined the surveillance group on the grounds of monitoring the three people, but a pair of eyes were firmly fixed on the sleeping Yelin, and unconsciously, the corner of the girl's mouth drooled, and she swallowed it back while no one found it.

It turned out that he looked so good-looking when he slept, and he looked very childish when he shook his feet, which was a posture that Sheng Li had never seen before, and he couldn't help but be a little jealous of Hongxiao, who could often be seen as a personal maid.

As everyone knows, Hongxiao has never seen Yelin like this.

The impression of the son always staring at the chessboard and thinking of the late night and the day, just because he was tired, he fell asleep, how could he support Yongzhou's huge family business? How could he live up to the expectations of the people of Yongzhou.

As for those childish actions and seemingly esoteric words that can't stand scrutiny, who to say and who to do, Hongxiao knows in his heart.

See through but don't say it, Wei Yang is the same.

The dim yellow of the lamp shook slightly, magnifying the young man's back on the wall, and Yelin gently released a small guiding Gu worm, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to the hands of a short old man covered in painted ancient patterns and tattooed monsters.

The Witch King was uncertain, and the sense of oppression given to him by the young man in front of him was even stronger than the last time: "At first, it was just doubt, and shock, but when I stood at his door full of anger, I realized that you should have known everything. ”

Yelin poured tea for the Witch King, got up and looked at the moonlight, how many people in Kyushu now care about its cloudy and sunny days?

Yongzhou is okay, people can have the energy to think about how to live better.

As for other states...... The surface scenery hides dirt and dirt.

It is always said that Kyushu is bitter, Kyushu is bitter, where is the suffering, because Yelin is standing too high now, so he can't see the grief in the dust.

Yelin couldn't bear to look at it, just by looking at it, the killing intent in his heart was about to be touched, and he didn't know how long he could hold on, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold it if he saw it, and then leave here, and Yongzhou, who had worked so hard to pull up, would also fall back into hell.

What is Yizi and eating? It is people eating people, which can be seen everywhere, and the first scene that Yelin just saw when he arrived in Yongzhou!

What kind of bullshit is all about? What kind of mess is this? Just thinking about Yelin's mood is not very calm, and the overflowing breath is more and more cold and terrifying, and people can't help but shiver.

The young man said indifferently: "The road is chosen by yourself, no wonder anyone." ”

The Witch King was reluctant to give up: "He is just a poor old man who has gone astray, I really can't let him go?" I know him well as his brother for many years, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the most gentle and kind of of of the five kings of Southern Xinjiang. Just sell me a favor, will it?"

Yelin looked back and smiled: "Favors? Your favor as the Witch King is worth a lot of silver, and it is hard to find tens of thousands of gold." The smile suddenly disappeared, and the young man was expressionless: "No matter how expensive a favor is, it may be comparable to human life?"

The Witch King got up and said, "Who doesn't have a few lives on his hands in order to live these years? I have killed several times more people than him, why are you unwilling to let him go? If you agree, I am willing to exchange my life for a life and die for him." ”

"What if he harms innocent people?" How can I spare him!" Yelin flicked his sleeves and threw two scrolls of drawings and smashed them on the chest of the Witch King, and said: "The two ways of good and evil are constantly disputed, bitter and bitter, I don't care how many people you kill each other, I don't care if you take revenge by any means, there is no way but people call themselves, and if you set foot on the road, you are doomed to not be able to turn back, regardless of his righteous and evil ways, in fact, it is just a difference in position, what does it matter to me if you die?"

Unfold the drawings, the first one is the Kyushu Kanyu map, the second chapter is the Jingzhou Kanyu map, marked by Yelin with many red circles, and another year of the year, the witch king looked at it, and his hands gradually trembled.

In the summer of the ninety-ninth year of Emperor Mingzong, the whole village of Xiaoba Village in the west of Jingzhou became an empty village overnight, and more than 300 people in the village disappeared without a trace.

In the autumn of the ninety-eighth year of Mingzong, nearly 10,000 people died in Linjing City, Liangzhou, and the death lasted for several days, but there was no news to the outside world, and it was found that it had been a dead city by passing merchants, and nearly 10,000 people died miserably, and the whole body was drained by blood, without exception.

Year after year, the time ends in the winter of the ninety-third year of Mingzong, and that year, among the sacrifices chosen by the evil gods, there is a teenager who is the beloved grandson of the Blood Witch King, and it is also that year that the Blood Witch King has just experienced the pain of losing his son.

The more kind and harmonious the kind-hearted person, the more likely it is to become a demon when they encounter great changes and lose everything.

"Wronged, wronged!" The witch king slapped the gravel table with one palm, the knuckles of the two fingers holding the paper turned white, and the bloodshot eyes crawled all over the eyes, as if they were about to crawl out of the sockets, and they were so red that there were dozens of tragedies of all sizes, and there were tens of thousands of dead souls.

A wisp of ink quietly spread on the collar of the young man's coat, Yelin turned his back to the Witch King, and said lightly: "Whether he is aligned or not, he must die, the red circle mark is a possible den, I don't want to know what monsters are raised in it." You've done a good job of pretending to leak secrets and letting them take the initiative to lure me into the séance. Don't say that I won't show you mercy, the Blood Witch King will be dealt with by you Jingzhou yourself, for a month period, I want to see his body displayed in the northern boundary of Yongzhou, in front of the two armies, if I can't do it, I will destroy the séance altar with my own hands. ”

The moonlight was cold, reflecting the pale face of the young man, a little dazzling, a little bored, and he reached out to grab it, and dark clouds appeared on the horizon to cover the moon.

Only halfway through it was back.

Yelin took a deep breath, hid his hand in his sleeve, stomped his foot lightly, and didn't know where to speak: "It's also a shame that I'm embarrassed now, like you, I don't know how much I pinched to death in the early years." Cannibalism? Fat guts, arrange for someone to come and clean you up sooner or later. ”