Inside that box, there was nothing valuable, just a red shocking handkerchief, although it was old, the pungent smell was still there, it was a handkerchief that was not stained red with blood.

Yang Xiong naturally knew what this thing meant for this rabbit spirit named Yang Ting, the little demon who was lost in the death enchantment, the perverted Blood Eleven, saw Yang Ting who was tormented by this fierce place. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info wants to use her to make an evil medicine lead、

Fortunately, it was Yaqian's desperate rescue at that time that allowed her to stay by Yaqian's side and be a personal maid. And that dazzling handkerchief is the blood left by Ya Qian's disobedience to Blood Eleven.

The real scene is far more dazzling than this handkerchief, but this makes Yang Ting still immersive. The decadent put down the raised hand. Raise her head, just for her uncompetitive coming and not shedding.

"If you have some understanding, then sit down in my place now, manage this place well, and then answer me with practical actions, as well as Yaqian," he said, and slowly stood up. And said, "Of course, you can also take this handkerchief as a joke and throw it away, that is your freedom, although I am a Taoist priest and wanted to kill you, but since I promised Yaqian, I must do it, how to choose is your freedom." ”

After speaking, he turned to look at the scenery under the floor-to-ceiling windows. After Yang Xiong turned around, Yang Ting endured her trembling body to the extreme, and slowly achieved the position that Yang Xiong said.

"Who the hell are you? Why would you help Yaqian? First of all, it was Yang Xiong who breathed a sigh of relief because his method worked. And obviously, the next thing she asked was the word.

Seemingly. This spirit is still somewhat spiritual, and he is not ungrateful, so he will start to help Yaqian investigate my affairs now. Naturally, I wouldn't say anything to her. So he said solemnly, "This place, now it's up to you, I hope you can give Yaqian a satisfactory answer in a short time." But you have to remember that you also have a top boss named Yang Xiong. Of course, you can go over to me directly and report to Yaqian. Don't say much, good luck" After speaking, he walked out neatly.

Yang Xiong's method is the ancient recipe, the explosion of thunder, is to use the momentum of flat ground thunder, so that the other party is stunned first, and then after we achieve our goal neatly, we will withdraw in a slippery manner.

It's clumsy to look at, but it does work wonders. Walking on the road, the kind of fear in Yang Xiong's heart came up, although with his own strength, he was naturally able to figure out the final boss in other ways, but that was too time-consuming. My mind is now all over this thing that I photographed.

It's just that the inexplicable emptiness that has only appeared for a short time has reappeared. The face that was still happy suddenly became gloomy, and he was not ready to go back directly, or rather, he couldn't go back.

Back to this place, where Yaqian stayed. Yang Xiong thought quietly, getting together for a fate, maybe it was because he had cultivated the merit of an unknown number of lifetimes that he had such a cause and effect.

The ears and temples are grinding in the eye, it is so warm, they all say that the gentle township, the hero's mound, and the current Yang Xiong is not a hero. Although I don't want to admit it, in the days I was with Yaqian, my fighting spirit that I had had been a little empty before, and now it has become even more vanished.

I definitely can't go on like this. Thinking about it, he continued to go on the road with Yaqian, but Ling'er's miserable end made Yang Xiong's heart ache. I can't afford to be able to withstand such waves anymore. Perhaps, love does not have to be accompanied by life and death, but more is the silent guard,

As he spoke, he picked up his mobile phone and prepared Yaqian to talk about it, but when he was about to press the call button, Yang Xiong's finger couldn't get his hands down. Yang Xiong! You can't be cowardly. You're a man. And it's not a parting between life and death.

Just as Yang Xiong was making a life-and-death decision here, the mobile phone had already rang, and it was Yaqian at a glance. I couldn't hide, so I had to pick up the phone awkwardly.

"Hello?"

"Yes, I'm here."

"Husband, I miss you." The soft voice once again made Yang Xiong's heart ripple.

"It's just, I know, you may not come back in a short time if you go like this." The delicate voice was suddenly mixed with a different kind of vicissitudes. It seems that Yaqian already knows what she is going to say in the future.

I had already explained everything, but now I forgot all about it, and I just knew where it was and stood stupidly and stiffly.

"Okay, don't dwell on it over there, I'm not one of those mortal women, I've been waiting for you, I've been waiting for thousands of years, and I can't hold on to such a short time?" Laughing at those words.

It's just the desolation behind it that makes Yang Xiong's heart scrape. The tear ducts that I thought were severed seem to be now starting to warm up.

"Don't say it, don't say it's the same as life and death, I'll wait for you in this place, I'll wait for you all the time. Know, you... Come back again. As he spoke, he couldn't seem to hold it back, and the sound of sobbing clearly passed through the amplification barrel of the electric ring.

At this time, Yang Xiong felt that his throat seemed to be blocked by a stone, and he couldn't say anything about the words he wanted to say, holding back his tears, and could only choke up and say, "Okay!" ”

As he spoke, he hung up the phone weakly. He couldn't continue, he was afraid that after continuing, he wouldn't even have the courage to hang up. One night, no words,

Calm your mind. It wasn't until the next morning that Yang Xiong began to study what he had gotten from the Yuanling Auction House.

When I opened the box containing this thing, the ancient fragrance in my nose indicated that this thing was not small. Blowing away the dust embedded in the cover, the three words that are quite clear are revealed. Lock affection.

Good... The name of literature and art, to be honest, Yang Xiong has not been to school for a few years, so he can only describe this thing like this. After taking a closer look, I found that under the three typing, there seemed to be the author of this thing. Looking at the silhouette that can be seen in the residue, it seems to be called... Su Qingshui,

It doesn't seem to be very famous. Because his mind is now full of thinking about the so-called Li Bai and Du Fu.

Since the naked eye does not see the clues, then you can only use the eye of the sky to cut it. Left hand, golden light appeared, and a stroke between the eyebrows. Golden light burst out from Yang Xiong's eyes in an instant. Shining directly on the scroll in front of me,

Sure enough, I saw that on top of the originally ordinary scroll, there was a layer of heavy purple light, and these purple lights were none other than the crape myrtle true qi that resonated with "Ziwei Heavenly Dao".

In the gradual familiarization of "Ziwei Heavenly Dao", Yang Xiong found that these so-called lost fragments had been anticipated by the Crape Myrtle Patriarch at that time, so they had been in the mortal world long ago, disseminating clues about these things, and the antiquities were the things closest to that era. Nature starts from this place.

It seems that I am now betting on the right one. I couldn't wait, so I opened the rope that sealed the scroll. The picture spreads out, and in an instant, a purple light illuminates the entire room. Even Yang Xiong's real figure was submerged in this heavy purple light. )

...