The Witch King took the Holy King to a mountain forest outside the city, and the general carried the two of them and galloped quickly in the forest, Rao had not seen them for so many years, but the tacit understanding between a man and a horse was not reduced at all, and there was no need for the Witch King to tell anything, so the general took the two to a small hut hidden in the mountains and forests.

If you look closely, you will find that there is also a yard of holy fairy orchids in the fence of this small thatched house, but because of neglect of care, the holy fairy orchids here are a little listless.

The Witch King turned over and dismounted, and carefully hugged the Holy King down.

At the moment when he walked through the small flower garden with the Holy King in his arms, the wilting Saint Fairy Orchid seemed to be injected with fresh vitality, and suddenly he was energetic and bloomed in large areas.

The general snorted a few times, bowed his head and nibbled a few mouthfuls of weeds, and the horse's hooves walked slowly a few steps, crossed the small flower bed, came to the bottom of the porch, and pushed open the dusty door with his head.

The dust fell on the witch king, and the witch king didn't care about himself, but only hugged the person in his arms tightly, so that she would not be contaminated with half a piece of dust.

It has been uninhabited for a long time, it has long been deserted, the witch king first put the holy king back on horseback, and cleaned up with his hands, and he sweated profusely, it is hard to imagine that the high witch king, the sick witch king, would actually deign to do this kind of thing that only the next person would do.

After all, he is a pampered king, Rao has not worked in all these years of captivity, and after cleaning up for a long time, he can barely live alone, and the witch king put the holy king on the bed.

Because of the convulsions for too long, the Holy King was very weak, and his face was so pale that there was no blood.

The Witch King looked at her sleeping face gently, and said with a slight smile: "Ah Yan, you sleep for a while, and I'll go find something to eat." ”

The Holy King did not react.

The Witch King stroked her sideburns, stood up, and walked out the door.

He had barely taken two steps when the Saint King on the bed opened his eyes suddenly.

The Holy King turned his head to look at the Witch King, a very strong fierce light flashed in her eyes, she reached out of her claws, swept her body, and grabbed the Witch King's back fiercely.

The place she aimed at was the heart of the Witch King, which was clearly to pull out the heart of the Witch King.

The Witch King felt the sudden murderous aura, his eyes lit up, and a powerful magic power poured out, like an invisible shield of light, not only blocking the Saint King's sneak attack, but also bounced the Saint King out mercilessly.

The Holy King screamed and fell to the cold hard bed.

The Witch King's aura was full of energy, and he looked at the Saint King with a cold expression: "Don't think that you can control Ah Yan in this way, I will erase you from Ah Yan's brain!" Don't you want to mess with it again! ”

With that, his eyes turned golden.

He looked into the eyes of the Holy King without blinking, and the powerful magic power forced in, and the Holy King had the heart to resist, but found that his skill seemed to be locked by an invisible force.

Soul Rakshasa is good at spiritual attacks, but why not the Witch King? It's up to you to see who's better.

Only a scream was heard, and the Holy King fainted.

The Witch King breathed a sigh of relief, held the door with one hand, and his body suddenly relaxed, almost unable to support it and fell to the ground.

The Soul Rakshasa is indeed difficult to deal with, and if it hadn't been in a situation today, it wouldn't have allowed him to take advantage of the loophole.

The Witch King settled down, dragged his somewhat prostrated body over, sat on the edge of the bed, took the Holy King into his arms, and used his magic power to warm the breath of the Holy King.

His magic power is too badly depleted, and it is a little difficult to figure out the obsession of the Soul Rakshasa , but if Ah Yan's divine sense is strong enough, then they can deal with the Soul Rakshasa together.

The Witch King healed the Saint King's wounds for a while, and rode the general to the bazaar to buy ingredients, and returned to the hut to cook a meal, and when he finished returning to the house, he found that the Saint King slowly opened his eyes, no longer with the fierce light, but with ignorant and innocent eyes.

The Witch King's heart was shocked: "Ah Yan! Is that you? ”

"It's me." The Holy King said weakly.

The Witch King's eyes lit up, and he looked at her and said excitedly, "I knew it was you...... You're back...... You're finally back......"

The Witch King's warmth did make the Holy King feel a lot better, and the feeling of taking the wrong medicine has gradually disappeared from his body, as long as he regulates his internal breath a little, he should no longer have convulsions.

The Witch King smiled and said, "Do you remember where this is?" The piece of Saint Orchid outside the courtyard was planted by you with your own hands, and Jin'er also lived here after he was born, but when he was two years old, people found out, and I had no choice but to send him somewhere else. ”

The Holy King looked at the Saint Immortal Orchid in the courtyard, his eyes were deep.

"You watered it with your blood." The Witch King explained, thinking of something, and said, "You must be hungry after talking for so long, look at my memory, I only care about talking to you, I forget that the food is still hot in the pot, you wait for me here, I'll bring the food!" ”

The witch king got up and went to get food.

Looking at his back as he walked out of the door, the Holy King's face suddenly sank, and she reached out and was about to slap it towards the Witch King, but what she didn't expect was that the feeling of being locked by something came again.

The Holy King looked at his hands, then looked at the Witch King who walked out, and snorted coldly: "You have to protect that man when you die, but you are really a lover!" ”

The Soul Rakshasa didn't expect that the woman would set a ban on her body, so that she couldn't do anything to the Witch King, but this prohibition couldn't trap the Soul Rakshasa for too long, and if she devoured a few more masters, she would break the ban.

"I'll take your lover's life first, wait for me to kill your son Zhou Jin, and then send him underground to reunite with your family!"

The Witch King returned to the house with the food: "Ah Yan, the meal is here, huh?" What about Yan? ”

At the beginning of the lanterns, a graceful woman in purple walked leisurely on the endless streets.

She wore a translucent purple veil, a pair of charming eyes, and a high nose bridge slightly raised the veil, revealing a jade-like face and the slightly hooked corners of the lips.

Such a fairy-like beauty suddenly appeared in the bustling city, everyone was shocked, and everywhere she went, even the hustle and bustle was quiet, and the child stopped crying, and everyone looked at her with wide eyes.

She didn't seem to notice the amazed gaze of everyone, and the cloud lightly swept through the crowd, and a young child looked at her blankly, she raised her hand and gently stroked the young child.

After she walked over with a smile, the young child's eyes suddenly lit up and he was crooked in his mother's arms.

The woman exclaimed, "Son—"

Without looking back, the Holy King entered a narrow alley, and after only a few steps, he was blocked by several drunken men.

The big man at the head looked at her drunkenly, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, rubbed his hands, and said, "Girl, it's so late, where are you going?" Brothers, I'll send you ......."

The Holy King raised his hand and smiled.

……

The Holy King went out of the alley.

The silver moonlight fell behind her, shining into the narrow alley, and the drunken men lay on the ground, their eyes glazed as if their souls had been drained.

The Saint King closed his eyes and carefully sensed Zhou Jin's breath.

Now that she has the body of the Holy King, and the mother and son are connected, then she will definitely be able to find Zhou Jin.

The Holy King looked at the alley to the east and said with a shallow smile: "Ah, I was hiding here. ”

The Holy King Lotus moves lightly, and the group is full of twists and turns, which is as beautiful as the charm in the painting.

She came to the courtyard with the rich smell of wine, and knocked on the door with a smile.

Old Cui Tou was drying medicinal herbs in the yard, and when he heard a knock on the door, he shouted: "Who?" ”

No one answered.

"Are you here to get wine? Really! And no squeak! Old Cui Tou put down the dustpan, wiped his hands with the dry cloth on the shelf, muttered, removed the door bolt, and opened the courtyard door.

"You're—"

Before Lao Cui finished speaking, his eyes widened, and he fell down in a daze.

The Holy King stepped past him and came to the bottom of the porch.

Grandma heard the movement in the courtyard and wanted to come out to find out, but the Holy King didn't even look at him, and Grandma also fell.

"Who?!" Zhou Yuyan rushed out of the house.

The Holy King didn't look at her either, and casually hooked the corners of his lips, and Zhou Yuyan fell.

Chef Bao Shen went to the cellar to make wine, the three little black eggs were sleepy in the room, Yu Wan went to make dinner, the crispy meat was fried in the oil pot, hissing, and she didn't even hear anyone coming.

She scooped up the fried crispy meat, put it in the pot and stewed it with sauce, peppercorns, ginger slices, etc., which was so fragrant that the mouth flowed.

Yu Wan put the golden crispy crispy meat on a plate and brought it out.

The Saint King paused, and raised his eyebrows: "Yo, there is actually a little Saint King here." ”

Yan Xiaosi's newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, and the coercion of the Holy King was sacrificed, the corners of the Holy King's lips hooked, and his eyes moved, blocking the coercion of the Little Saint King.

Yan Xiao coaxed in four seconds!

Spread out your limbs, close your eyes and pretend to be dead!

"Hehehe......"

The Holy King walked towards Yu Wan, Yu Wan saw her, and was immediately stunned: "Who are you?" ”

"Huh?"

The Saint King was slightly stunned, as if she didn't expect this girl to fall like the previous person, she glanced at Yu Wan with interest and snapped her fingers.

Yu Wan was in a trance, and when she looked at the Holy King again, she couldn't hide the smile in her eyes: "Yan Jiuchao, you're back!" Try my cooking! ”

Okay, I'll taste your food first, and then your womb.

The corners of the Saint King's lips hooked up a meaningful evil smile, and he walked slowly towards her, pinched a piece of crispy meat that was suitable for fat and thin, and ate it into his mouth.

In the next second, the Saint King's body froze!

Hemp eggs!

What's it, how is it unpalatable?!

The Holy King held on to the wall, coughing desperately, sticking out his tongue wildly, and rolling his eyes!

Ahhh

It's hard to eat!!

The Holy King disappeared in a puff of smoke!

She wanted to drink water, and in a hurry she didn't know where there was water, and at this moment, a small bun was standing in the corner, he was barefoot, holding a steaming little cup in his hand.

Without saying a word, the Holy King rushed over, snatched his cup, and poured it down with a grunt!

Xiaobao: Well, I want to pee, but I can't wait to go to the toilet, he catches it with a cup, it should be fine...... Mommy won't spank his ass, right......

But......

Huh?

Who snatched his cup?

Xiao Bao raised his head and looked at the Holy King with a confused expression.

The Holy King had already finished drinking, and she felt that something was not quite right!

She looked at Xiaobao: "What was that, what was that?" ”

"Pee." Xiaobao said.

The Saint King who was petrified in an instant: "......!! ”

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