Chapter Eighty-Four: The Secret Art of Western Liang
"Spring feast, a glass of green wine and a song, and then worship Chen's three wishes: one wishes Lang Jun is a thousand years old, the second wishes the concubine is always healthy, and the third wish is like Liang Shangyan, and the years will see each other."
Sing this song to Xiao Mochen for the second time, I don't know how many times I sang it, as soon as the song ended, I left the song like a flower, hung my head, and said pitifully: "Xiao Mochen, people are so thirsty." ”
She sang until her voice was hoarse and unbearable, and her throat was so hot that it seemed like a fire, and then she remembered that except for the two mouthfuls of boiled water soup she drank in the morning, she had not eaten a drop of water today.
Hearing her hoarse voice and weakly say that she was thirsty, Xiao Mochen was heartbroken and a little annoyed, and only indulged in her singing like a yellow warbler, and ignored that her voice was wrong.
It really shouldn't be, Xiao Mochen scolded in a low voice, circled her tightly, and asked painfully: "Can you still hold on?" The day will soon be clear, and when the day is clear, I will take you out. ”
"Yes, but it's a little uncomfortable."
In the dark, there was some grievance in Lige's hoarse voice, which made Xiao Mochen's heart palpitate, and the feeling of helplessness came to the world again.
In a panic, he held Lige's face, relying on his intuition, and his head was gently pressed down.
Lige, who was still in a daze, was stunned for a while, and didn't know how to react for a while, letting the warm and soft feeling melt in his mouth.
Lips and teeth are intertwined, hooked and tossed, Xiao Mochen is domineering and gentle sucking, which does not quench her thirst at all, but makes her even hotter.
"Whew-"
When the two kissed inseparably, a bone flute sounded.
Xiao Mochen let go of Lige and encircled her in his arms again, his face was dark, vigilantly observing the movements around him.
"Xiao Mochen, what kind of sound is this?" Lige, who was nestled in Xiao Mochen's arms, suddenly asked.
"Corpse Song."
"Huh?"
"This is Xiliang's corpse refining secret technique, based on living people, but most of them are mainly young children, applying Gu poison, and cultivating them with alchemy, the corpses that are refined are powerful and abnormal, and they don't know pain and have infinite combat effectiveness. And the sorcerer uses witchcraft to refine the corpse, making it a puppet that can be controlled by him, and the corpse is twisted together, and those corpses obey the command of the sorcerer, killing gods when they meet gods, killing Buddhas when they meet Buddhas, and there is no reason at all. ”
Xiao Mochen's voice was solemn, and he was worried. He knew the domineering and brutality of Xiliang's secret arts, and if that person really came at them, he might not be able to protect her.
"And this kind of secret technique, it's just inhumane and crazy!" Lige opened his mouth to scold, but Xiao Mochen was silent, tightly circled her, and after a long time, he said: "Ge'er, are you afraid?" If we can't get out today, will you be afraid? ”
Hearing this, he couldn't help but tremble slightly, and Lige felt a burst of sourness, but his voice still replied to him with a smile: "Don't be afraid!" As long as you're by my side, I'm not afraid of anything. What secret arts, what corpses, even if I really lose my life today, I'm not afraid. ”
Yes, as long as she can be with him, even if it is the underworld in front of her, she will not back down. It's a big deal to walk the Nai He Bridge, wade the Lechuan River once, drink a bowl of soup handed over by Meng Po, in the next life, she will still meet him, fall in love with him, and be destined to be entangled with him for the rest of her life.
Thinking of this, Lige was really not afraid of anything, clinging to Xiao Mochen's chest and listening to his regular heartbeat.
Although she thought so, Xiao Mochen didn't want to, he felt that the dullness was about to suffocate, the air was so heavy that it seemed to be able to crush people, he kept muttering in a hoarse voice: "No, I won't let you die, absolutely not-"
A gust of wind blew, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and the black clouds slowly dispersed, and the sky gradually cleared up, and not far ahead, the sound of rustling came closer to them.
"Xiao Mochen, could it be, is it ......"
Lige originally thought that it would be a corpse man, but he didn't expect it to be not, but a short man with a black veil and a black cloak who didn't want to show his face.
Xiao Mochen protected Lige behind him, squinted his eyes, his face was gloomy, looked at the person who came vigilantly, and asked, "Who is here?" Why don't you dare to show your true face? ”
"King Chen, I'm here to help you."
The falsetto used by the man in black made a sound like an echo in a deep well, which was not only unpleasant, but also made people feel oppressive, and they couldn't help but want to stop him and shut him up.
"Huh, help me? Why should this king believe you? ”
Xiao Mochen's face was like frost, he looked at the person who came coldly, and mocked in his heart, since he really wanted to help him, why didn't he dare to show his true face, in this forest, except for Lige, it was all others.
As for others, he will never be gullible, even if he is cornered, he will fight bloodily and fight his way out, instead of easily entrusting his life to others.
The man in black took out a bone flute, put it in his hand and turned it around, and the ugly voice sounded again: "Since I have a way to get in, I have a way to get out."
"Why are you helping us?"
Lige leaned out from behind Xiao Mochen and asked Xiao Mochen about this man of unknown origin but confident.
Riding the corpse together, she didn't know if there were corpses in the vicinity, not to mention whether they could successfully unravel the formation, and they were powerless to fight back against the corpses outside.
Horizontal and vertical are all dead, it is better to let go of Yibo, she wants to live, she wants Xiao Mochen to live too, they haven't entered the cave yet, it is easy to die, but she is still reluctant.
"Little girl, I said that I would divinate and observe the heavens, do you believe it?"
The man in black didn't answer the question, and he was dewy from the song, only to see him continue: "The day before yesterday, I observed the celestial phenomena and found that the future emperor star in the south had a faint light, which was a disaster of blood light. So, here I am. ”
"That's nonsense!" Xiao Mochen scolded him disapprovingly, just as he was talking nonsense, and found a ridiculous reason to appear.
"The future Emperor? Are you referring to Xiao Mochen? Lige frowned, and told him with an expression that she didn't like this nonsense reason.
"I know you don't believe me, but King Chen's succession to the throne is the mandate of heaven, and the situation cannot be reversed." The man in black was still talking nonsense in a serious manner, his tone was firm and his attitude was clear, as if he really had the ability to spy on the destiny of heaven and predict the future.
Lige pouted, secretly glanced at Xiao Mochen, and found that his face was tense, and he didn't want to deal with this open-mouthed man in black at all, in order to save his life, Lige stubbornly continued to ask: "Even if Xiao Mochen can really be the emperor in the future, what does this have to do with you?"
staring at him deadly, Lige found that the only eyes exposed by the man in black were deep, dark, complex and incomprehensible, and there seemed to be layers of fog inside, which made it difficult to distinguish.
After a long time, the veil on his face moved, and he said, "To save King Chen today, I just want to ask King Chen for a promise."
"What promise?" Xiao Mochen, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly asked, still vigilant, staring at the man in black in front of him defensively.
"I want King Chen to promise me that after you become emperor, I will do my best to help my master get back everything that should belong to him!"
"Who is your master?"
"When the time comes, King Chen will know."
……
The night was thick, the moonlight appeared and disappeared in the cold mist, and black clouds meandered across the forest. The man in black had words in his mouth, and led them through the formation, and as soon as he came out of the forest, the man disappeared in the blink of an eye, just like when he came.
Lige blinked his big eyes in astonishment, and was stunned for a long time before he looked up and said to the thoughtful Xiao Mochen: "Xiao Mochen, that person is so strange."