"Lord, there is a letter from Kyoto, saying that Emperor Dali is going to start a move on Hongmeng Valley-" In the remote independent meditation room of Lingkong Temple, a vague black shadow is reporting the latest news to the young monk meditating on the futon in the room through the back window of the yellow-white papier-mâché.

Although the monk was thin and weak, his back was straight, his eyebrows were thick, and when his closed eyes opened, two golden rays of light flashed away, and he had the momentum of a superior person.

"Sooner or later!" The young man's tone was quite calm, as if he had already seen the end.

"Do you want to push the subordinates?" The black shadow made a gesture of pushing forward and said: "Emperor Dali is still quite taboo in Hongmeng Valley, as long as we help him break the maze of Hongmeng Valley, the million iron horsemen can drive straight in!" ”

The young man was silent, but the rosary in his hand no longer turned, and Shen Tu Jingyao's fleshy round face suddenly appeared in front of him.

I don't know how much she wants, her smile has long been imprinted in the depths of her heart, so that when Hongmeng is mentioned, his heart is soft, and the indifference in his eyes is dispelled a little.

"Lord?" Shadow Fu asked.

"There are thousands of ways to break the fortune of the Great Li Kingdom, but there is only one way that doesn't work, and that is to move the Hongmeng Valley!" The young man closed his eyes again, but he seemed to comfort himself in his heart because the master told him not to do this, not about the big fat girl, how could she have anything to do with herself.

"Yes, then the subordinate is retired!" When the shadow knelt down, it disappeared into the night wind, as if it had never appeared.

There was only a whining cry outside the window, but the little monk could hear the sound of his heart pounding, and he kept confirming that Shentu Jingyao had nothing to do with him, but the more he desperately denied it, the clearer his memory became.

Thinking of her, do her nightmares still flare up from time to time? Now that many days have passed, why hasn't Ying'er sent back the news of the master, and endless reluctance suddenly appeared in the young man's heart: If Hongmeng is gone, will she still be there?

Shentu Jingyao would never have thought that the little monk who was so indifferent to her would think of herself in such a night, and she couldn't think about anything else at the moment, the phoenix stone had already swam in its blood, leading the blood around her to boil, and the deep chill emitted by the ice beads in her mouth had the momentum of being curbed by the phoenix stone, she felt that her skin was about to be burned open, and her eyes almost wanted to breathe fire.

"Yao'er, hold back!" Shen Tuya's voice rang in her ears, but her ears were swollen, and she could barely hear the sounds outside.

It's not so much that the phoenix stone is sucking her blood, it's better to say that its intense heat is constantly steaming her blood, so although her skin is red, the blood on her face is slowly decreasing, looking at this momentum, if she doesn't find a way to stop it, I'm afraid she won't be able to hold on for even half a moment.

Liu Bingzhi was a little flustered, he had urged Shen Tuya to hurry up and use Yanfeng Grass more than once, but even if Shen Tuya was a little anxious, he still didn't move, he seemed to be waiting for something.

"My lord, Miss Shentu can't hold it anymore, why don't you stay with Yan Fengcao at this time?" Liu Bingzhi had his own thoughts in his heart, so he was worried that Shentu Jingyao would surpass him at this time, and he didn't want Shentu Jingyao to have an accident.

"Wait—" Shen Tuya's wide-robed hand was already holding a green tendon.

Shentu Jingyao was as if she had settled down, deaf to the outside world, before her grandfather said that as long as she insisted on a quarter of an hour, but at this time, a quarter of an hour had already passed, and she had no time to calculate, but Shen Tuya was silently reading in her heart, strictly controlling the time.