Zimo Qingmen.

After Zhou Honghuang finished saying the cruel rules of killing the nine people chosen by his father, the hall was silent for a while. Ning Huchen was hesitant in his heart, and the rest of the people just felt dignified.

There are nine young masters in the Demon Dao, and none of them are simple. Asking them to go to the Shura Road to carry out this task, not to mention whether they can find the Nuwa Stone, and to kill the other eight people to get the jade medal symbolizing the identity of the young master, it has already made everyone deeply realize that the open gun is easy to dodge and the hidden arrow is difficult to prevent.

All of them will become hellish Shura who slaughters their compatriots.

Of course, there are also extremely war-hungry ones. When such a thing happens, it resists the wind.

"I really want to see what kind of situation the young master has inherited the monarch's hard work and guidance, and now he has cultivated?" At the bottom of that voice, there was a faint surge of irrepressible fighting intent.

Ning Huchen thought, the person who said this was probably a black desert.

"Hei Mo, beware that before you meet her, you will die at the hands of others. A slightly bookish and calm voice sounded, and Hao didn't give face to the black desert.

This man is not afraid of the black desert, and must be above him. And when you hear this sound, it seems to be a soft spring breeze, but if you can recognize it carefully, you will find that this wind is also mixed with the sharpness of a very thin poisonous needle. That young master is like this.

"Ah Li, take care of yourself. ”

"Young Master Yasu surpassed me in one leap and ranked second, which is quite a bit of the demeanor of a great young master. Feng Lili sneered.

Hearing what they said, his face suddenly sank: "Enough."

Seeing that the scene was quiet, Zhou Honghuang continued: "This monarch has secretly ascertained that the Shura Dao is at a time when the princes are competing for the throne and internal and external troubles. The Asura King Maha relapsed from his old illness and was assassinated by the prince, and he survived the world. ”

Furiously clasped his hands into fists, expressed his admiration to the heavens, and then said to the young masters: "It is precisely because of this opportunity that the monarch has chosen to go to the Asura Dao to bring back the Nuwa Stone. Wait, don't let down the sovereign's painstaking efforts!"

All the young masters replied in unison: "We are willing to break our bones and die for the monarch!"

After coming out of Zimo Qingmen, Ning Huchen went back to the women's soup.

Lan'er was already waiting for her to come back, and as soon as she saw her, she immediately stepped forward to help her.

"My lord, why are you seriously injured again?" Lan'er carefully helped Ning Huchen to the back of the bead curtain and let her lie in the rocking chair covered with pure white down cushions.

Fei Ye's healing time was short, and the two of them hurried to the Demon Dao King Palace, but they only helped her relieve the pain, but did not heal the injury. Her face was so pale that it was almost translucent, and her lips were bloody: "This trip didn't go well, I made a wedding dress for others, and I asked the demon king to pick up the cheap." ”

When Lan'er saw her like this, she said: "The selection of the father and teacher has begun, and you are injured like this, why don't you ......"

"I'm not going to give up. Sharpen the knife and don't mistake the woodcutters, and let them go to the Shura Road first. The hour has not come, the victory has not been scored, who can laugh and laugh in the end. Ning Huchen's voice was weak, but his tone was firm. She must not disappoint the desolation. If she dies in this election like this, she will be so sorry for what Zhou Honghuang has done to her. In the future, how can you repay him such a great kindness?

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

"Ahhun, are you in there?" was the voice of the desolate universe.

When Lan'er heard the sound, she immediately went to open the door for him, but she didn't see Ning Huchen touching her haggard face in a little panic and tidying up her appearance indiscriminately.

After Zhou Honghuang came in, he went straight through the bead curtain and walked to Ning Huchen's side. Lan'er moved the stool very thoughtfully and asked him to sit down. Ning Huchen couldn't help but glance at Lan'er deliberately.

Lan'er retreated.

He didn't speak, he just reached out and touched her face, moved to the top of his head, and gently rubbed her hair. The deep demonic power continued to seep through the heavenly spirits, repairing and nourishing the ruins of her body's injuries. Soon, a face was bloody again.

Zhou Honghuang's tone was full of distress: "When you returned to Zimo Qingmen, I noticed that you were not lightly injured. That's it, how can you fight with those eight people and get back the Nuwa Stone under the protection of the powerful Asura?"

"I'm worrying you again. Ning Huchen looked at him like a fawn, his big eyes full of apologies.

Seeing her like this, Zhou Honghuang couldn't bear to continue to criticize her, so he had to change his stern look, and there was more warmth between his eyebrows: "That's it, no matter how you toss, there is still me behind my back." Fei Ye and the others have already set off, and I heard you seem to have some thoughts outside, what are you going to do?"

Ning Huchen said: "Since Asura is suddenly seriously ill and this news is deliberately blocked, it means that the identity of the person who did this is not ordinary. I heard that King Asura had seven princes under his knees, and there was no prince so far. He has been sitting on the throne for a long time, and there will naturally be people below who can't wait. I'm going to approach the royal family first, and I'm going to get to know the ins and outs of the matter first. ”

Zhou Honghuang nodded: "As the king of asuras, Maha has won the respect of thousands of asuras, but he has been calculated by his own sons. Kazora, the seventh prince of Maha, was kind and brave, and he had no intention of taking the throne. Probably the best person you can use. ”

Ning Huchen looked at Zhou Honghuang gratefully, something suddenly came to mind in his mind, and he smiled: "I have long heard of the fame of the Asura Woman, if I can come back smoothly this time, I should bring one to the monarch." ”

She can now joke with herself with ease and naturally. Zhou Honghuang was overjoyed in his heart, and his face remained gentle: "You have a hard trip, remember to take care of yourself, don't bring me such a specialty." It's you, be careful not to be detained by the lustful male asura, and you can't miss it. ”

"The Asura woman is beautiful, and the Asura man is ugly, so I don't like it. Ning Huchen said, got up, and then Yingying saluted to the Zhou Honghuang: "Sovereign, I'll go." ”

She turned into a purple light and disappeared into the woman's soup.

Zhou Honghuang said silently: "You just have to go, everything, I have arranged." ”

In the Shura Road, a girl in white blew like a gust of wind.

Looking at the appearance carefully, it is exactly the same as Ning Huchen. But there is a red dot the size of a red bean between her eyebrows, and her thick black hair is braided low and braided like a fishbone, hanging down her back, which looks full of charm and charm. The one-line top wraps around the delicate figure, revealing good-looking shoulders and a delicate waist. While walking, the wrapping skirt outlines the sweet and seductive buttocks, which is kitsch but not vulgar. It is completely different from Ning Huchen's past temperament.

She held a clay pot in one hand, tucked it around her waist, and swayed to the place where a group of old women in coarse brown clothes were. The old ladies were panning for gold, and after salvaging the silt from the river or lake, they washed the silt in the pan in order to find the natural golden sand in the silt.

She walked upstream to them, dipped the pot in clean river water, and began to clean.

"Have you heard, Prince Gazoro is missing? ”

"It is said that the great king of the Asuras was sick, and the prince of Kazora went to look for herbs for him. ”

"I heard that he killed the Asura King, and the other princes found out, so they were ashamed and scared, so they fled. ”

"It's not like that, it's clearly ......"

The old ladies looked at me and said a word, and they made endless remarks to discuss this matter, and no one could convince anyone.

The girl in white has received key information: Prince Gazora has fled, and his current whereabouts are unknown.

She filled the clay pot with water, lifted it lightly, and placed it on her head. She began to walk steadily, not a drop of water flowing.

The eyes of the old ladies were attracted by this beautiful scenery, and they looked at her intently.

"What a beautiful girl, I was like that when I was young. ”

"You've always had so little hair, look at her thick and long braids, like when I was younger. ”

"Look at her star-bright eyes and flower-like red lips, she is the young me!"

"Pull it down, your little nose and eyes, where do they resemble her. Looking at her snow-white skin, the person who looks most like me is still me. ”

“......”

Old women, if you look at me and say a word, no one can compete with anyone.

The sun is shining and the blue Lake Acre is sparkling, and you can't see the edge at a glance, and a little bit of broken gold jumps on the water surface, which is particularly gorgeous and moving.

The white-clothed girl with a clay pot on her head walked Shanshan, her fair and fresh bare feet stepping on the beige sand, leaving delicate footprints.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a beautiful place in the Asura Dao. Her eyes looked at Lake Acre as if they were also dotted with shining stars.

As he walked, he suddenly saw something lying on his side in front of him.

When I walked into some, I realized that it was actually a person. The girl went over and found that it was a man, and he was covered with shocking wounds, which were particularly hideous and terrifying because of the healing and scabbing at this time.

The man was tall and muscular, with healthy wheat-colored skin. His shoulder-length hair was thick and black, with a beautiful curly curve. He is barefoot, and on his left foot he wears a brownish-green ankleblet made of an unknown metal. His facial features are deep and three-dimensional, but his eyes are closed, and his eyelashes are particularly thick and long. The small, thin lips were tightly pursed, and they were bleeding from chapped dryness.

Suddenly, his usual eyelashes moved like butterfly wings.

"Water...... I want to drink water......"

An extremely indistinct and subtle sound came from his mouth.

But the girl seemed to be overwhelmed, and heard what he said clearly. She removed the clay pot from the top of her head, half-crouched beside him, bowed a handful of clear water with her hand, and brought it to his mouth. The water ran down her fingertips, across the man's lips. She fed him water for a while.

The man regained some consciousness and tried to open his eyes, but they were only half-opened. In the haze, I only saw a white shadow beside me, and when my eyes were clearer, I saw that the white shadow was originally a woman, and there was a lifelike and glamorous butterfly on her beautiful and prominent collarbone.

No matter how hard the man tried, he couldn't see her face clearly.

The girl suddenly got up, picked up the clay pot with water, and walked away.

The man was very reluctant, and then his consciousness gradually blurred, and he fainted again.