Jiang An stared at the pill in Ye Jin's hand, stretched out his hand to take it, and calmly, "Jiang An knows these things." After speaking, he took the pill in one gulp, closed his eyes and turned his head, and was speechless for a long time.

Ye Jin spread his hands, with a hint of uncertainty on his face, a little relieved, and even a little hesitant. He took a step back and arched his hand, "The prince is refreshing, since this is the case, then Ye Jin said goodbye." ”

Jiang An slowly opened his eyes, watching the majestic figure cover the door and leave, and a burst of injustice suddenly surged in his heart, this time he fell into the hands of Qi Ning, and now he is in the inn, thinking that he has already arrived in Rongcheng, if he is held hostage and goes out of Donglai, he is afraid that he is really fierce and unlucky. Staying in Donglai, even if it is good luck to escape, I am afraid that according to the character of the king of Donglai, he will definitely not let himself go!

Don't...... Could it be that now, there is only one way left for him to return to Qi Ning? Grace will take revenge and collaborate with the enemy and treason, what a disloyalty and unrighteousness it sounds! The world is so big, there is no place for Jiang An! This time, it's here, it's here! "Blood revenge has not been avenged, how can I die here, how can I!" Jiang Anxin shouted unwillingly, and suddenly a trace of nameless anger swelled up, wanting to clench his fists, but he felt that the strength around his body seemed to be taken away by someone, and his ten fingers were weak, and a simple fist clenching action had to mobilize the strength of his whole body.

"Is Shili Xiang drunk again...... Ha ha. Jiang An chuckled, but his heart sank a little bit, ten miles of incense drunk, the world's number one drug, it really deserves its name! If you don't get rid of the drunken fascination of Shili Xiang, I'm afraid that there is no hope for me to escape. At this time, Jiang An suddenly missed the golden armor he wore on weekdays, and the purple flowers and sunflowers in the heart goggles...... If it can be obtained, there may be a glimmer of life, the woman in purple, the woman in purple with an innocent heart...... Jiang An was not allowed to remember anything, the consciousness in his mind faded little by little, and the scene in front of him also darkened little by little.

At this time, Jiang An, although he was reluctant in his heart, could only fall asleep in a blur under the urging of the drug. However, only in the Wan'an Palace, which is only a hundred miles away, Qin Lan, the king of Donglai, is tossing and turning, and he just needs such a dose of medicine.

The night is getting deeper, the red candlelight is faint, accompanied by the breeze that breaks through the window, swaying for a moment, reflecting the faint ink on the folds of the spread. Qin Lan, the king of Donglai, faced the last book on the golden case, sighed, looked at it carefully over and over again, waved it lightly, changed and changed it on the ink marks, and smeared it until he couldn't see the strokes clearly, looking completely absent-minded. He stared at the jumble of strokes on the fold, a little dazed, and then froze in the air, dripping large expanses of ink.

Qin Xiang of the small fan behind him, his eyes chased the flickering red candle, and he gradually became foggy in front of him, and tiredness struck, Qin Xiang couldn't resist a little, yawned a few times, took a nap, took a step back under his feet, and the small fan in his hand also fell suddenly, making her shiver.

Qin Lan turned around and said softly, "Go down, this king wants to be alone tonight." ”

In a panic, Qin Xiang, who wanted to bend down and beg, heard the king's words, and there was no blame in his voice, so he hurriedly bowed, said "no", and retreated. When she lifted the curtain, she looked back slightly, and saw that King Donglai was still twisting the pen, sitting on the side of the desk in a daze, the pen did not fall for a long time, and her expression was in a trance, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Hey......" Qin Xiang shook her head, sighed softly, feeling that she was becoming more and more unable to read the king, it was estimated that it was the day, she had been by the king's side for twenty-seven years, and she took care of her daily life and daily chores, except for the only daughter of King Donglai in the palace, Princess Yaohua, I am afraid that no one is more familiar with Qin Lan than her, and the mind of the person in front of her, now in the world, I am afraid that no one can figure it out! Qin Xiang shook her head helplessly, lifted the curtain and left, muttering in her heart, "The sentence of the ancients Chang Yun, 'the height is not cold' wants to say this truth." ”

Qin Lan sat quietly in front of the desk, although his eyes were closed, there was no tiredness in his mind, his brows frowned slightly, and his expression was a little anxious, as if he was waiting for something. A terrible crow chirped from outside the window, and the voice was loud, almost wanting to break the night. Qin Lan's brows were slightly stretched at this time, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have a hint of a smile, he raised his hand slightly, and took it with his sleeve, and the side window opened widely, and then a black crow chirped violently, and entered in response. Qin Lan raised his hand, the crow's eyes were sharp, and after circling a few times, he stopped tamely on his arm, and collected the black feather, Qin Lan's eyes were serious, and he quickly took out a letter from its leg, and after reading it carefully, the corners of his mouth suddenly flashed with a sinister sneer, "Jiang An, Rongcheng, it's very well hidden." ”

After closing his eyes and thinking for a long time, Qin Lan picked up his pen, slowly wrote a few words on a piece of white paper, rolled it up and put it into the small tube on the crow's leg, raised his hand to drive it away, and coldly ordered the night sky, "Qin Lingyan." As if he understood, the crow chirped violently, and circled slowly in the night sky a few times before spreading its wings and flying into the distance.

The Milky Way is like weaving, the stars are like brocade, King Donglai reclined on the throne, his eyes chased to the Milky Way outside the sky, stroked his chin, and laughed leisurely, "Shu Yao, worthy of being the daughter of this king, really did not disappoint this king!" Although it was an appreciative laugh, when I opened my eyes, a deep sorrow and unbearability were fleeting.

In the sky above a deserted weedy field outside the city of Donglai Rongcheng, two white snow kites circled and chirped, not knowing what they were communicating with each other. The summer breeze lifted the weeds, revealing a figure dressed in black. He carried a delicate flask and sat on the ground indifferently, if it weren't for the silver mask on his face, it would have been difficult to find such a dark figure in the dark night. Not far from him, a fierce horse wandered, leaning down in peace, munching on the grass in its mouth. The moonlight was bright and clean, slowly sprinkling on the body of the man in black, leaving a softness.

Reverse the scale was a little leisurely, raised the wine jug in his hand, pulled out the lid, and was about to pour the wine into his mouth, but found that the mask on his face only had two openings at the place of his eyes. He spread his hands, and in desperation, he had to raise his hand to take the mask, put it aside, raised his head and poured a few sips of spirits, wiped the remaining liquor from his mouth, and laughed at himself, "This thing is really troublesome." ”

The moon was clear, accompanied by a little starlight, slowly sprinkled on the side of the reverse scale, but his ruined face swayed in shock, fragmented. Such a hideous face, as if it had been roasted in the flames, mottled scars, like countless centipedes smiling evilly, crawling on their faces.

The long night, the grass and the breeze, one man and one horse, consider the moon. After the escape, before he turned around and hung up the mask, several sharp arrows mixed with fierce energy pierced the night sky and went straight to the scales.

"Oh?" Listening to the wind discerner against the scales, a turn, is a quick jump, dodging a few sharp arrows. In the long dark night, a glimmer of fire suddenly ignited, and the figure of the masked man in black suddenly appeared in the grass, holding a torch in one hand and a long sword in the other, standing awe-inspiringly.

"Hah!" With a chuckle, he flew forward, forcing the man in black with a lightning speed, and the short sword in his sleeve flipped out, lightly cutting a deep blood mark on the man's neck. Before he could swing his sword, or even let out a cry of pain, the man's body had already fallen into a field of wild grass, and blood from his neck spurted out, splashing on the black clothes of the reverse scales, annihilating without a trace.

"Ignorance." Reverse Scale glanced at the corpse lying on his back in the grass, put away the short sword in his sleeve, and scorned. However, at this moment, another sharp arrow struck from behind him with lightning speed, and the reverse scale was shocked, and then turned around, and when he turned around, he had already put the sharp arrow in his mouth, turned his head and spit it out, and a strange smile flashed over his hideous face, "Ha, interesting." ”

Before he could finish speaking, his chest felt as if it had been torn apart, and sharp pain struck. When he leaned over in surprise, he saw a bright sword blade piercing through his chest, dripping with blood. The heart-rending pain made him almost dizzy. Reverse Scale was surprised, his hands instinctively climbed to the blade of the sword on his chest, he staggered under his feet, and turned back in shock, but what appeared in front of him was a scene that made him even more stunned.

The masked man who had just been blocked by his sword was still bloody, blood was still gushing out of his throat, and his eyes were dim and filled with a thick sense of death, but the long sword in his hand was raised, impartial, and pierced his chest.

"The art of arsoning corpses...... The art of arson......" Reverse Scale was shocked, and couldn't help but let out such a shout in his mouth, and the corners of his mouth also gushed with blood, and he staggered, and laughed sadly in his throat, "Such a wonderful assassination method, the king of him..... He ......, "However, before he could finish his sentence, the corpse's wrist flipped and moved mechanically, and the long sword was quickly drawn from his chest, and with a cry of pain, a fountain of blood erupted, and the body of the scales fell to a field of wild grass, startling the horse to raise its head, and a long neighing under the moon.

Several black-clothed people appeared under the moon, and the corpses that had just been manipulated also fell suddenly, one of them stepped forward, raised his foot and kicked a few kicks on the corpse of the reverse scale, with a little contempt, and sneered, "The henchman entrusted by Princess Yaohua is nothing more than that." It looks so ugly...... another person stepped forward, picked up the silver mask that had been lost in the scales, and said sharply, "Don't talk too much, return to the king quickly." After speaking, the three of them showed their powers, and they all turned over and jumped up, stepping on the tips of the grass, and their figures were like the wind, and they disappeared under the moon.