Hatred is the best way to drive a person to madness, but He Jingying is still puzzled: "The person who killed your people has already died in the manger, why do you still want to lure us to this ghost domain?" ”

"Because of the white gods." A trace of madness flashed on Qi Zhen's face: "The white god can resurrect the Yunyin Prince." ”

"How to resurrect?" If it weren't for Xiao Lian's own experience of resurrection, he would never have been able to imagine such a thing as returning his bones to yang. But since it is a white bone to return to yang, then at least there should be white bones. Now they don't know where Xiao Zijing's body is.

The white god on Qi Zhen's mural said with some intoxication: "I can let the prince resurrect on me." ”

He Jingying looked at the two heads of the white god on the mural in horror: "Resurrection on you?" Just like in the painting? ”

Qi Zhen nodded: "The living die, the dead live, it's not the ghost Lan that I said." Rather, it is said that the white god. ”

Cao Jingzhao looked at Qi Zhen in disbelief: "Qi Zhen, you are crazy!" ”

Qi Zhen looked at Cao Jingzhao and said, "Jingzhao, the prince is about to be resurrected, aren't you happy?" ”

Cao Jingzhao said angrily: "Such a resurrection, how can the prince be willing!" ”

"That's right! He didn't want to! We help him fight for the sake of him, but he doesn't want to! I want to save him from prison, and he doesn't want to! He wants to be a filial son, a loyal minister, and he wants to die for the people of the world, and I want him to live! ”

Cao Jingzhao shook his head: "It turns out that you already knew that the prince was locked up in a prison. ”

Qi Zhen nodded a little lonely: "A year ago, I found out that the prince was locked up in a prison. I tried to save him, but he wouldn't. ”

He Jingying said: "He refused to let you save him, isn't it just to protect you?" At the beginning, there were thousands of people in the Fusang League, how could the emperor not know at all. ”

Qi Zhen said angrily: "What if you know! Where else can there be people like us, vowing to regain the lost territory and fight with him Wei State! Who else in Daqi can be a good man like the prince! Who is not cowering in Beijing and only knows the fame and fortune in front of him? Why is it that the prince deserves to die? ”

He Jingying shook her head: "Although the Fusang League is all people with lofty ideals, it is not the case in the eyes of the emperor. He will not tolerate anything that might threaten his country. ”

Qi Zhen smiled: "So damn it's him, isn't it?" Shouldn't it be Xiao Yunying! “

Xiao Zilun asked, "How did you trick my second brother here?" ”

Qi Zhen smiled sarcastically: "Why do you need me to lie? He knew that there were Yin soldiers in the ghost domain, so he followed. ”

Xiao Zilun held back his anger: "Do you know that you released rumors about the Yin Soldiers of the Ghost Domain, and more innocent people were involved?" ”

"Then I can't take care of it. If it weren't for these bent players playing with power and being obsessed, how could they have ended up here. ”

The Pulsatilla Ninja was angry and listened to Qi Zhen's nonsense for so long, and finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Yes, yes, there are people who are more crazy than grandpa." Grandpa didn't know who else in the world was crazier than me! "It's like Qi Zhen has attacked the past.

Pulsatilla shot, and only Xiao Lian can compete with Pulsatilla, where are the others. Who knew that Qi Zhen didn't dodge or dodge, but just turned his back and took the palm of the pulsatilla with his back.

Listening to the sound of bones shattering with a "click", Qi Zhen spat out a mouthful of blood. Blood was sprinkled on the stone tablet in the center of the altar. Qi Zhen slowly sat on the ground holding the stone stele. Qi Zhen smiled with a mouthful of blood: "It's too late." Her hand was taken from the stele, and in a pool of blood, Fusang Pei was impressively embedded in the groove in the stele.

He Jingying was furious: "When did you take it!" He Jingying hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to take Fusang Pei back, but the Fusang Pei was stuck in the groove, and He Jingying couldn't take it out.

Qi Zhen leaned against the stone tablet and looked at He Jingying apologetically: "The princess is sorry, who asked him to give you Fusang Pei?" You didn't use this hell in the first place. ”

Qi Zhen gently stroked the stone tablet, looked at the white god on the mural, and his eyes were full of hope: "It doesn't matter if he doesn't want to become the king of a country, I'll make him a god!" ”

Pulsatilla said angrily: "Buzz, it makes grandpa upset!" With that, Pulsatilla slashed at Qi Zhen again. But this palm fell short. For the altar slowly sank under the deafening sound of a shock.

Under the altar is not a hard rock, but a deep pool. The altar fell, and the huge gravity formed a whirlpool under the deep pool, and He Jingying didn't have time to escape, and was sucked down by the huge force of the whirlpool. The icy pool water engulfed He Jingying in an instant.

Qi Zhen dragged He Jingying's waist, lifted He Jingying up, and sank towards the bottom of the pool.

Before He Jingying could surface, the stele suddenly shattered in the deep pool.

Fusang Pei broke away from the stone monument, Qi Zhen reached out and grabbed Fusang Pei, but he missed it with Fusang Pei, and watched Fusang Pei float to the water.

A slight crack appeared on the surface of Fusangpei. He Jingying subconsciously reached out and grabbed Fusang Pei, but was cut by Fusang Pei's palm, and the bright red blood was smeared in the pool water. Fusang Pei was completely shattered.

This Fusang Pei was originally hollow, with an amber bead wrapped in the turquoise jade. It's like flesh full of fishy smell sticking to blood falling into a school of hungry fish.

Suddenly there was a baby's cry at the bottom of the pool. There was a violent surge from the bottom of the water, as if some living creature was rushing out of the water.

He Jingying hurriedly went upstream to the surface, and just took a breath, a strong force pulled her back into the water, and the cold pool water poured into He Jingying's mouth and nose in an instant. A miserable white hand grabbed He Jingying's ankle, and the miserable white fingertips seemed to be soaked in blood, with dark red markings.

He Jingying stretched out her hand and paddled desperately in the water, kicking and grabbing her miserable white claws with her feet. The owner of the claws did not relax because of this, but dragged He Jingying to the bottom of the water.

He Jingying's consciousness gradually blurred. In a trance, she saw a light on the water.

In a trance, she saw Xiao Zhaoye and Xiao Lian standing in front of her and stretched out their hands to her.

She hesitated. Xiao Zhaoye's sentence "can only live one" lingered in her ears.

If you have to die, let yourself bear it.

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