"Jingman!" Seeing the blood spread rapidly in all directions, Yi Ya reflexively protected Jing Man, and the empty door behind her back was directly slapped by Qi Xi.

"The disciples of the three elders, but only have this bit of skill?"

Qi Ci fell to the ground expressionlessly, looking at the three disciples with different degrees of injury.

At this point of weakness, it is time to change blood.

Qi Xi sighed for a moment, lifted his breath again, and flew away in the direction of the East Palace Gate.

At the East Palace Gate at this time, Luo Yang looked at Zimo on the ground as if he was petrified, and was beaten to a bloody blur.

This world is full of all kinds of suffering. Life is suffering, old life is suffering, illness is suffering, and death is also suffering.

Perhaps, Zimo can get rid of the sea of suffering in the world, which can be regarded as a beautiful thing.

Luo Yang also didn't know where to find a gorgeous silk cloth and put it on Zimo's body, all these years, this child stayed by his side, like a relative.

How bleak Huangquan Road is, I hope you can go all the way.

The peach blossoms thanked the spring red, too hurried, helpless to come to the cold rain and the wind in the evening.

Because of this merit, Qi Ci was promoted to the national teacher when he returned to the Beilu Kingdom.

Many people in the DPRK and China have a lot of discussions about this, but when they think of the cruelty and coldness of Qi Xi's bloody washing of Gumo Kingdom, no one dares to raise it in public.

The national teacher is a high-ranking and powerful person, but he is a lonelier person than the monarch.

The jade pendant slipped down, emitting a pleasant ding-dong.

The lights are shining, a long-sleeved side face, a fluttering smile, and even the moonlight is eclipsed.

Qi Ci on the bed raised his head and looked affectionate: "Luo Yang." ”

Luo Yang closed the door with his backhand: "What? Another person? ”

Qi Xi sat up from the bed: "In this room, no one dares to enter except you." ”

Even the maids who were waiting only dared to come in and clean up when Qi Ci was away.

At night, the room is as quiet as a haunted house, except for an oil lamp with flickering lights.

Luo Yang sat down at the table and talked to Qi Ci.

"Today, you're going to pay homage again?" Qi Qi asked.

During the Qingming Dynasty, the soul is broken.

Those who have broken their souls are buried in the ground, while those who are alive endure the torment of broken souls.

The cemetery is a strange place, a place that makes people feel a lot of emotion.

Thousands of years of hegemony, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, lying behind him, but three feet of loess.

In the Qingming Festival that year, in the drizzle of tears, Luo Yang buried Zimo, but left his soul.

Qi Ci didn't understand why, and it wasn't until the next year that Luo Yang came back with a godless puppet that Qi Xi understood that Luo Yang had refined Zimo into a spirit.

However, Zimo's spiritual sense is very unstable, and his physical body is not the original, so every year during Qingming, Luo Yang has to take the puppet to the cemetery to pay tribute to Zimo's physical body.

Luo Yang sighed:

"When Zimo died, I seemed to have lost my soul, obviously someone who had nothing to do with me, why couldn't I let him go like this. Everyone says that I am cold-blooded and ruthless, and who knows, I also have a weakness. ”

After a pause, he said to Qi Ci again:

"It's like you, everyone says that you washed the Gumo country with blood, and who knows that you have taken in the only bloodline of the Gumo country."

"Don't talk about it." The mystery of Qi Lian's life experience, Qi Ci doesn't want to spread it: "It doesn't matter what others say, as long as someone understands me." ”

Qi Xi got out of bed: "How are you today?" Is Zimo's spiritual sense more stable? ”

"It's worse than last year."

Luo Yang propped his head, very annoyed:

"And I think his spiritual sense is getting more and more irritable every year, and I may soon be unable to control him."