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But until the sky was about to dawn, from the dark night, there was not a single figure. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Naturally, he did not return to the lonely city all night, and perhaps fell into a bloody battle for days.

Or perhaps......

"Ahem, ahem—"

Sikong was always coughing, and the red that coughed up blood contrasted with his pale face, which was particularly terrifying in the night.

The stars are more quiet in the middle of the sky, and the clouds fall on the roof.

The night light shone through the mottled city walls, hazy and cloudy, and the bronze mask loomed with a sneer.

One last glance outside the castle, Sikong was extremely tired and slowly turned around.

Walking down the battlements surrounding the top of the city wall, Sikong took a breath and watched his long shadow being stretched, and the sound of unhurried footsteps clearly came from the stone steps under his feet.

The lonely city is very large, and the wide streets are lined with gold-painted residences or three-story buildings, and in the distance, a noble mansion is in sight.

A dim light came from the house, like a lighthouse, guiding the direction of Sikong in the darkness.

The swaying windward chimes are particularly crisp in the night.

Beyond the greenery is an endless farm with a large lawn and garden, separated by a low hedge, and on the grass grows rows of huge old thorn bushes, strong and knotty, as large as oak trees.

Perhaps many years ago, there was the fragrance of melons and fruits, the heavy ears of wheat, and the farmers with sickles in their hands, taking advantage of the cool weather to bend down to work.

But now, it's lonely here, and it's just a lonely place.

The farmer died under the horse's hooves, and the melons, fruits, and ears of wheat were left unharvested, and they were reduced to a miserable wasteland.

Passing by a quaint bell tower, the sound of squeaky rotten wood groaning came from the bell tower because of the wind blowing.

It seems that there is a sad and sad woman's soul, combing the window, lighting a white candle, telling her love story.

Suddenly, Sikong stopped.

For he saw with his head bowed, and there was a second shadow.

The shadow stretched from behind Sikong and fell next to Sikong's shadow, merging into the old thorn bushes.

Sikong turned around suddenly, breathing a screen, and the sharp rusty sword in his hand stabbed his right hand fiercely.

Sikong saw that there was a person who had been standing behind him, walking with him through the long green road, and tasting loneliness with him.

Waited from the early hours of the morning to the present.

Today, when the color is about to break, it is the darkest time before dawn.

'Zheng-'

Suddenly, a sword roared, piercing the cold and cold night, and a rusty rusty sword appeared in front of this person in an instant, even if it was destroyed by the years, the tip of the sword was still sharp.

Sikong chose to shoot.

When he got closer, Sikong saw the person's appearance clearly.

Graceful and luxurious, with a treasure hairpin on his head, and under two jade-like warm arms, he is as delicate as water, and his hat is inlaid with four mink skins.

This person is a woman, but also a prince, who divides a castle and has self-respect, which can be described as monstrous.

It's a pity that she died a long time ago.

His chest was pierced by a broken sword, and the blood had long since dried up from the hideous wound, congealing on the velvet coat.

The dignified face, which should have been flawless, was full of unwilling and struggling, rolling the whites of the fish's eyes, and not blinking to death.

The sword is a wooden sword. Hemlock wood, only the blade remains.

Seeing this, Si Kong's heart sank.

And seeing the woman's eyebrows, Sikong's heartbeat missed half a beat.

Supreme Jade, the remains of the true god!

But I saw that the center of the dead prince's eyebrows was actually inlaid with a piece of supreme jade, and wisps of divine light were sprinkled from the jade, intertwined on the surface of the woman's body.

In the Supreme Emerald, a corpse is ready to move.

The remains of the true god actually came to the door!

Sikong evil was born from the side of the guts, and he simply walked all the way to the end, and slashed at the Supreme Jade with a sword.

'Whoa-'

The rusty sword swung through the air, swishing, but slashed into the air.

Then, it was dark behind Sikong, completely in the boundless twilight.

'And shame to go! ’

Sikong changed his body, his steps were floating and moving, as if he was walking on the surface of the waveless water, up and down, making it impossible to understand his next move.

However, the dead prince had been clinging to his back.

As if a ghost was asking for his life, the old corpse in the mountain village came with resentment.

Let him have no escape!

'Whoa-'

Sikong leaned against the haystack and turned around to swing his sword, but saw that the dead prince disappeared directly like a ghost.

'Damn! The remains of this true god are clearly here for me! ’

Sikong's eyes were like lightning, patrolling the castle that had fallen into the darkness, and his heart was full of hatred.

Obviously, the dead prince must have suffered a fierce battle, and even with her strength, she was pierced by a sword and seriously injured.

After that, she may die or survive, but unexpectedly, the remains of the true god came to her door and became an 'unqualified sacrifice'.

Pity her for being a great person in her lifetime, thousands of troops came to worship, but after her death, she was manipulated by other gods, and her death was restless, and her corpse was going to wander away from the world like a lonely ghost.

Now, I came to find Sikong, a sick seedling who was destined to become a sacrifice!

"Giggles......

Suddenly, a soft woman's laughter came from afar, Sikong shook his head, suppressed the smell of blood in his throat, and carefully distinguished the source of this laughter.

'Smack'

A drop of icy liquid fell from Sikong's head, and even through the bronze mask, Sikong clearly felt the biting coldness, and even more hysterical resentment.

Sikong looked up and saw a withered and yellowed woman's head with a face full of unwilling despair.

Getting closer, Sikong could still smell the strong smell of blood and the faint smell of corpses.

The supreme jade on the center of the woman's eyebrows buzzed incessantly, as if it was about to fly out of the center of the woman's eyebrows and merge into Sikong's body.

Sikong's breathing was disordered, and he stabbed it with a sword, shaking the cold light, but saw the woman disappear in place as an afterimage.

The woman's faint laughter also stopped abruptly, as abruptly as the jade silk was suddenly cut.

"It's not good, this dead prince obviously far surpassed me in strength during his lifetime, and he has reached the peak of one dimension! Even if he is dead and is manipulated by the shit god remains, he is more than the one-dimensional intermediate level. ’

Sikong was secretly anxious, it was obvious that it was not that the god was unwilling to do anything, but that it was waiting for the dawn of the morning!

When the first rays of light pierce the darkness and shine in Middle-earth, it will be the time to ask for sacrifices, and when the time comes, Sikong will inevitably die!

And on the contrary, there is nothing to be done!

Even if he has the biggest hole card, the martial arts consciousness may not be effective at this moment.

The remains of the true god and the prince in the supreme jade have long since died, so naturally there is no spirit, and the martial arts consciousness acts on it, and it is also a stone sinking into the sea, and there is not even a splash.

The reason why the remains of the true god can manipulate the female corpse and come to the door is because of the forbidden spell cast by the true god before his death, so that the divine light will last forever and will not be extinguished, and he has the instinct to seek good fortune and avoid evil.

Cold sweat slid down Sikong's cheeks.

A strong sense of powerlessness came to his heart, and at this moment, without the help of Shou Gucheng and others, he could only escape with his sick body.

In the distance, the twilight faded a little, and a ray of daylight loomed, about to break free from the darkness.

His time is running out.