"Then how to say it, I hope that the white head of one heart will not be separated." Bai Wei seemed to sigh and said as if he was stunned: "Sometimes I really envy you. ”

If Mo Qingye could have an expression at this moment, then he must have smiled gloomily. The white head is not separated, and he really hopes that it will be like this, but he is afraid that he will gather less and leave more. In a blink of an eye, Xiao Du swept into the car with a large bouquet of red and fiery flowers, shook it in front of Xiao Mojun's eyes, and then said, "It's a pity that you don't have hair now, otherwise I will put it on your head, it must be very beautiful." ”

He smiled here, and found that Bai Wei and Xiaomo's expressions were very solemn, and Xiao Du couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you two, this is frustrated." ”

"It's fine." Bai Wei smiled, "I just told Qingye about you, saying that I envy you two and can grow old together." ”

"Poof......" Du Yuan couldn't help laughing, "Brother Bai, when did you learn to be sour, come, give you a whole flower, don't move." As he spoke, he inserted a poppy diagonally into Bai Wei's hair.

"Nonsense, Xiao Cheng!" Bai Wei hurriedly reached out to pick it, "What does my big and three thick still look like wearing a flower!" ”

"Hahaha, Black Widow, haha!" Du Yuan's tears of laughter came out, "There is a different style in it." ”

Bai Wei also smiled, "Good boy, I'll also wear one for you." ”

The two of them went crazy in the carriage, you put a flower on me, and I will plant one for you. It's crazy. It wasn't until he found that Xiao Mojun was gone, he suddenly stopped, lowered his head again, and his eyes fell to his feet, Xiao Mo was standing with a small half of his body hidden in the broken petals, glaring at these two unobtrusive guys.

"Okay, don't make trouble, and put my little boy on the ground." Xiao Du picked up Xiao Mo and brushed the dust off his body, "Qingqing, do you like Manzhu Shahua, right, when you go back to Fanluo Mountain in the future, we will also plant it all over the mountains." ”

Mo Qingye stared at him quietly, unable to guess the look in his green eyes.

A large area of fiery red was left behind by them, and it was close to Fengdu.

Fengdu. The center of power in the ghost world. There, there were people waiting for them.

The next volume - God poured nine days

The continuous palace is like an endless mountain.

The night wind swayed the black gauze lanterns, taking away all the starlight.

The mist is swirling, and two lines of big characters are carved vertically on the Xuanyu door posts on both sides, and the left book: There is no return to the ground. Right book: The line between life and death.

The top is horizontally engraved with two bottles of vigorous characters: Fengdu.

There were bustling crowds of people coming and going under the city gates, all described as ghosts, and everyone who entered the imperial city had to be checked inside and out by the guards guarding the city, and they could only be allowed to enter after they were in good condition.

Fengdu has always been extremely heavily guarded, but just recently, it has become as dangerous as a thin ice. It is said that their emperor has been in a bad mood in recent days, and there is chaos inside and outside the imperial court. But everything is also hearsay, and I heard that it is suspected of causing trouble. Therefore, a curfew has been implemented in the imperial city recently, and the people in the city are not allowed to go out after dark, only the guards patrolling in the imperial city are fully armed and patrol all night. makes Fengdu, who was already very solemn and charming, even more gloomy and depressing.

Moreover, for several days in a row, Wu Ming did not regularly convene his ministers to discuss matters as he did on weekdays, but closed himself in the dormitory alone, not knowing what to do. For these, there is also silence up and down, and no one will be stupid enough to be a bird at this time, to be the outspoken person. Even if there are many whispers in their hearts, they all shake their heads and sigh.

From the main hall of the palace to the emperor's dormitory, there are three main streets, and for many days, the scope of Wuyin is like a forbidden place, and even the guards in front of the court who patrol it are not as good as stepping half a step. He was even haunted all day long, occasionally seeing a black shadow sweep through the window lattice door, and then disappear into the deep and bottomless darkness in an instant.

If the emperor is like this, the people in the court and the central government are panicked. But apart from the Great Protector and the Left and Right Protectors, no one knows the real reason. And in this weird and changeable political affairs, the most fortunate one is the left protector Yesha. After the conspiracy failed, he relied on his cunning and sleek way of life and quick adaptability, and he was lucky to save his life like a precipice, and the pet slave Meimei who was in the same boat with him was not as lucky as him, and now he has been put in prison by the Criminal Department, and he has been tortured day and night.

In order to avoid suspicion, Ye Sha immediately drew a clear line with Mei Mei, and never stepped into the criminal department for half a step. Moreover, he spent a lot of money to buy off the officials who worked as errands in the criminal department, from the head of the prison to the guards, without exception, to seal their mouths in order to be safe. According to the people of the Criminal Department, the lowly pet slave was tortured by life and death, and often screamed his name miserably, and put the most vicious curse on him.

Night Sand just sneered at this, extremely sneering. Now Mei Mei is worthless to him, but it is not good for him to directly intervene in this matter and sentence him to death, in that case, there will be no silver here.

However, to his resentment, the fragment of Kongtong that he had worked so hard to get in his hands could not be saved in the end, and for the sake of his life, he had to respectfully present it to Wuming.

Therefore, the three Dharma protectors who had been in power in the imperial capital for a while knew what Wuming was doing at the moment. Now there is only one last fragment left, which is the silver one, and Wu Ying has gathered all the remnants of the mirror of Kongtong, and the reshaping of Kongtong is just around the corner.

However, things didn't go as smoothly as Wu had hoped. Not to mention the last fragment, just Fu Lingxiao, who has been staring at his every move, is very tricky.

If he had the Kongtong Mirror in his hand now, he would naturally not have to care about Fu Lingxiao in the slightest, and he could even immediately turn against him, fight each other, and kill the heavens. However, it was a pity that he did not have the ancient artifact Kongtong Mirror in his hand, and the eight shining fragments were still just fragments, although they had powerful mana, they were not enough to reverse the situation.

Wu Ming still has deep scruples about dealing with Ling Xiao. The biggest headache for him under its realization is not the traitor flattery, let alone Fu Lingxiao, who covets Kongtong, but that he doesn't know how to reshape Kongtong Mirror. The eight fragments had been in his hands for many days, but even though he had exhausted his spells, he couldn't break them and reunite them. Even if one is missing, the rest should be okay.

This simply made Wu Ming sleepless and anxious all night. Because he was busy with the Kongtong Mirror, he hadn't been to the secret room to see that person for a long time. At this moment, he was leaning lazily in the satin chair, a blue fire dancing on his sharp nails, and his gloomy eyes staring at the flames on his fingertips.

Wu Ying sneered to himself, this was the only thing that comforted him in recent days.