Xia Yi thought that he was right, so he looked at Ban Xianglian excitedly, with a look of anticipation in his eyes.

Banxiang coughed dryly, put down her thin legs, stood up and waved her hand, "It's a stickman." ”

With that, she walked away, leaving behind the three heads in the room who were looking at each other.

Since the night of exploring the barrier, Hanxiang Ren has been staying in the camp, eating and drinking every day like a normal person, and there is no sense of urgency in the task.

Receiving the urging of the ghost king, Banxiang Lian only waited for the opportunity, and said nothing else. The ghost king has always been impatient, and he doesn't know how Banxiang Ren stabilized the ghost king.

Seven days later, Xia Yi really couldn't hold back the impulse in his heart, and when Ban Xiang Lian was painting a stickman at the desk, he took away the brush in Ban Xianglian's hand, "Ji Ye, why are you painting some stickmen every day?" ”

Banxiang supported her chin and replied lightly, "Draw and play." ”

Emperor Xiayi was not in a hurry and the eunuch hurriedly persuaded, "Ji Ye, I'm afraid that the news of you in the ghost soldier camp has already reached Maoshan Temple, if you don't break the barrier again, when the city chief Qing and them come, His Royal Highness may not be able to protect you!" ”

As soon as Ban Xianglian heard the three words of City Changqing, she felt disgusted, and her originally good mood instantly buried herself in the valley, she raised her head, and her cold gaze made Xia Yi swallow her saliva unconsciously.

Could it be that Chu Jiye is a master who can't be urged?

Banxianglian retracted her gaze and wrinkled her brows, "Don't mention the three words of City Changqing in front of me at will in the future, otherwise you will turn your face!" ”

Hearing this, Xia Yi raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat on his forehead, and exhaled a breath of turbidity with relief.

Chu Ji didn't even want to hear the name of the city chief at night, he really hated the city chief qing, so it was good.

Banxianglian snatched the brush and continued to draw the stickman, but it didn't take long to paint, she nodded a few times as if the chicken pecked rice, the brush left her hand, and fell asleep on the table in front of Xia Yi.

Xia Yi slowly hooked his lips and performed the soul control technique as usual.

There is still a month, and the consciousness of Banxiang Ren will be completely controlled by His Highness, and at that time, His Highness will have two of the world's top powers at the same time, not only the mortal realm, but also the heavenly realm may be included in His Highness's pocket.

It was already the middle of the night when she woke up again, she lifted the quilt and got up, her head suddenly swelled, she pressed her temples and shook her head, and when the feeling of trance disappeared, she dragged her tired body to the table.

It stands to reason that the news of her presence in the ghost soldier camp has reached Maoshan Temple, and that group of people should return to the stars and the moon to rush here, and then annihilate her and the ghost soldiers in one fell swoop.

But she waited for almost eight days, and there was still no movement at Maoshan Temple.

Tiye Ancestor, aren't they secretly planning something?

Ban Xianglian turned the teacup on the table, the late night breeze was cool, the most deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the surrounding area was quiet for a while, which reminded her of some old people.

…

"Your Highness, Chu Ji has been in a state of readiness for battle at night, don't you doubt her?"

Xia Yi looked at the middle-aged man in the illusion mirror with worried eyes.

The ghost king leaned idly on the throne, and the beautiful ghost drank the wine very quickly, he only frowned lightly when he heard Xia Yi's reply, and replied very casually, "Isn't the soul control technique formed immediately?" ”

Xia Yi was still not at ease, "What if something goes wrong halfway?" ”

The Ghost King sneered, "Have you heard about the succession of the city chief Qing to the head of Maoshan Temple?" ”

Xia Yi shook his head blankly, he had been in the imperial city these days, and Maoshan Guan had no intention of inquiring.

The ghost king said, "On the first day of the first month of next month, the city mayor will marry Xie Wanfang at the same time as he succeeds to the throne. Do you think Chu Jiye would want to kill City Changqing when he knows the news? ”

Xia Yi's eyes lit up, "When the time comes, we will join forces to view Maoshan Mountain, and this mortal realm will be your Highness!" ”

The Ghost King shook his head, "No, no, no! This seat means to get rid of them when they are both defeated! This seat thought about it again and again, relying on hatred alone, it was impossible for Chu Jiye to be completely loyal to this seat, it was better to get rid of it. ”

Xia Yi was a little hesitant at the moment, he looked at the Ghost King timidly, "Your Highness, do you have to get rid of Chu Jiye?" ”

The Ghost King raised his eyebrows, "Of course, this seat never leaves hidden dangers. ”

Xia Yi laughed twice before arching his hand, "My subordinates know." ”

The illusion mirror was closed, Xia Yi pondered, sat on the Taishi chair, and a smile from half incense to the top of the sky wandered uncontrollably in his mind.

Her face was horribly ruined, but her temperament was very straightforward and cute, and he had been with her for almost a month, and every time he saw her, he always had a strange feeling in his heart, and he wanted to know if this feeling was what mortals said... Love.

"Love?"

Xia Yi shook his head suddenly, it is estimated that he has been asleep for more than a thousand years, and after waking up, he is more emotional about everything in the world.

Banxianglian waited for another three days, but Maoshan Guan still didn't send anyone to kill her.

They knew her purpose in coming to the outside world of the Imperial City, but they didn't stop it, and it seemed that they were very confident in this barrier.

Banxiang Lian left the camp alone and came to the south gate of the imperial city alone, the scenery inside was blocked by the tall city gate, and it was impossible to see the living conditions of the people inside.

There was silence all around, indicating that the people of the imperial city did not fight for living resources.

It's been closed for almost two months, and the grain stored in the imperial city should have been cut off, how could it be so calm?

Banxiang found a big stone and sat down, meditated for a long time but found nothing, and in a daze, she got up and walked towards the north gate, stepping on the avenue opposite the city gate and walking back and forth several times.

In despair, she accidentally looked down and noticed the marks on the ground.

A few days ago, it rained heavily in the imperial city, and if no one passed through the city gate, there would be no footprints on the road.

But there are not only footprints on this dirt floor, but also traces of the wheels of the car!

Banxiang Lian threw herself down, raised her hand to cover a horseshoe print on the dirt floor, and fell into thought.

One of the guards standing guard on the castle tower saw Banxiang Lian squatting on the ground for a long time and refused to leave, so he hurried down the castle tower to the palace.

"Your Majesty, something is wrong!"

The guard shouted before he could kneel down and salute.

At the top of the throne sat a young man in a snow-blue robe, who listened to the guard's words, calmly put down the brush, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?" ”

The guard said, "The people of the Ghost King seem to have discovered the way to supply food in the imperial city. ”

The man frowned, stood up and hurried down the stairs to the north gate.

The guards followed him in small steps.

The man climbed the tower and looked down, and there was indeed a woman in an ink skirt squatting on the ground, studying the traces on the mud floor.

"Your Highness, they will definitely find out the trick of our food shipment through the invisibility spell, and then the people of the Imperial City will be in danger."

King Chen looked at Ban Xianglian grimly, and was silent for a long time, and no one could see what he was thinking at this time.