Torches were lit from the bonfire, and the snow was shining on all sides.

Eventually, the dwarven guards surrounded him. The strong dragon can't suppress the ground snake, and it is not a long-term solution to fight with these few plugs.

Of course, the guard's clothes were less colorful, and they were all pitch black in the dark, so when they shone with a dark light in the darkness, they slid in front of Hua Congee and the group with a spear in one step, everyone was shocked.

I thought that a small people's country, even if there were a lot of people, this fart thing can be big or small. I don't want to, but I seem to be angry.

"Friends, my elder brother has eaten too many beans when he was practicing, I respect your forgiveness-" Although the flower porridge was tied, her side happened to be aimed at the comer, so she was busy explaining to everyone, in order to keep the other party from feeling too abrupt, she tried to use some words in a concise way.

Hua Liangchen looked at the flower porridge behind the torch bush for help, although this sister was not very useful, but this heart-warming sentence did make him a little sour.

"Ba Po, you are crazy, why did you attract so many people to come?" Among the seven dwarf guards, the leader in the wide robe who had just chanted on the stage paced over, commanded a circle around five flower porridges, sniffed their noses one by one, and said: "Lone has already been drawn into a prison, and there are traces on every subject!"

Hua Congee felt strange, this person sniffed his nose, bent his waist and bent his back, and only took a pair of nostrils and kicked a few people in the sky, as if these individuals were a piece of shit, the smell was too bad, and he even shrunk his neck, as if he had choked him.

"What traces? What kind of flower ground is used as a prison, is it urine?" Hua Congee couldn't help but say.

The leader's face was gloomy, and a pair of eagle-like eyes looked at Hua Congee, viciously blaming her for being disrespectful.

"Returning to the courtesy, the ministers and others are looking for the horns, thinking about the water, fortunately living up to the mission......" The short old man named "Ba Po" stepped over, saluted the one he called "Dada", and then squeaked a bunch of grunts, and the porridge was unmoved.

"Dada, are you a branch of the Mongols?" Hua Congee heard that when she was young, it seemed that the Mongols liked to call it "Dada", so she asked.

"It's vulgar—" The leader sniffed in disgust.

The eighth woman hurriedly explained: "Huangkou Xiaoer, a bunch of nonsense. The word '龘龘' is a title unique to the patriarch of our Winchester clan. Each word '龘' is a dragon at the top and two dragons at the bottom, so it signifies the supremacy of the royal power of Winchester......"

"Oh. Six Dragons-" Hua Congee exclaimed, and the word "Lu Lu" was written when he was a child, so I blamed my father for not being close to the name.

"Holy Lord of Lulang, why don't you take the word Eight Dragons? There was a foreign female emperor in history who obtained the name 'Cao' by herself-" Hua Congee vaguely felt that this realm was dragged into a "rare word", so she was glad that she still knew a little. Unexpectedly, just after saying that, everyone saw that the Holy Lord of Lu Lu was not angry, and they also laughed proudly.

The flower porridge also laughed, but Runyu behind him poked the flower porridge and whispered: "It's wrong, it's wrong!"

"What's wrong?"

"That Cao is Wu Zetian's number, not a name!"

Hua Congee looked at the Holy Lord of Lang and smiled, and he had to laugh embarrassedly, and there was probably only the nerd Fang Runyu among the people who were entangled in the name, and I never thought that there would be such a strange race, and laughed at me A female slave girl, who died at the age of five, and who has never been to school.

The eighth master jumped out and said to Lu Lu, "Holy Lord Lu, one of these two people is 'enshrined as a guide', and the other is 'Daigo empowerment', and their appearance is excellent!"

Lu Lu twisted a beard in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "The fart boy in them sacrificed to the heavens, disobeyed the way of heaven, and his sin was unforgivable...... Let's do the punishment of the demon mirror. For the rest, if you come, you can be safe, and after watching the punishment, you can expel the mountain gate. ”

Seeing the dwarfs coming in and out, busy like ants, eating tea, and a simple execution ring was finally built.

On the altar of the sacrifice, the bright red flag hung on the flagpole is actually a rag, and then three seal characters are written.

A very simple shelf was built, and when all these were almost busy, the little child named Guagua seemed bored, shook his car to the side of the shelf depressedly, and stretched out his little arms to climb up.

Unfortunately, his height was still out of reach, and he scurried in the car for a long time, and finally gave up.

The flower porridge looked from afar, the time was too long, and I didn't know what kind of reputation this "demon mirror" was, and I looked at the small movements of Guagua and secretly smiled.

The crowd was too oppressive.

Hua Congee's smile was quickly captured by Guagua's quirky eyes. Sympathy, confusion and pity, and even unbearable, the things in the eyes of the flower porridge stinged the melon.

I'm a disabled person, and people with disabilities are always pitiful. Guagua hurriedly asked the eighth master to gently carry himself back to the car, otherwise his heart might tear himself to pieces.

He knows his character very well.

After the eighth master hugged Guagua, he couldn't help but turn his head, stretched out his fingers that were curved like a dragon, gently scratched Guagua's depressed little nose, and said: "Guagua, be honest here, the punishment of 'looking at the demon mirror' has not been tortured by our people for a long time, you can't stand it, don't turn your face yourself." ”

Guagua rolled his eyes, not only was he not comfortable, but he was even more depressed.

In private with the eighth master, he uses a lot of slang, and his words are not as obscure as the official language.

Guagua looked worriedly at the five people who were besieged by the guards, one of them was someone he knew, last time in order to practice, he actually got lost on the wild road, it was the "damn cat" who picked him up, and the eighth master recognized him three days later.

Fortunately, Lu Lu did not want to punish the "damn cat" grandfather.

Lu Lu didn't pay attention to these little things, he had already ordered someone to clear the field.

The people of Winchester are isolated from the world, do not intermarry with other races in the Demon Continent, trade, and are as different as possible in language;

Since the Demon Rebellion, Xian Yu'er has died, and it can be said that the entire living beings of the Demon Continent have died, but since then, Lone no longer trusts anyone.

The guard clasped his hands into fists and warned the Winchesters: "There is a Lingyun in the Middle: Mo Jue has a spirit because Jiang Yang has a spirit, and I am a sentient being; Heroes, immortals and foxes from all walks of life, ghosts and charms. Bold and demonic, the clansmen celebrate, openly unbridled, today's son, the demon mirror punishment, in order to set an example. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd of onlookers erupted into a warm commotion.

A thing, covered with red silk, is one person high, more than a foot wide and narrow. was carried up by four large sedan chairs.

The crowd began to snicker and laugh and talk. They all focused their eyes on Shanghua Liangchen.

Although Hua Liangchen has long since withered, he was originally a tall man, but now he doesn't seem to be as tall as the two dwarf guards who tied him. He first turned to the old beggar for help, but the old beggar and the goddess were tied up with another brown child.

After all, although Hua Liangchen is a little plainly dressed, his person is obviously a handsome embryo, if it is another two years, he will definitely become fascinated and unworthy of his life.

Many people are already gearing up, and even some ordinary people are very excited.

Who wouldn't want to share some spiritual power?

Guagua pulled his little face and sat on the chair depressed, with his age, he was obviously not counted among the preferential treatment objects of spiritual power. Guagua's careful mind moved, and he couldn't help shouting: "Eighth Grandpa, is it that as long as the spiritual power is among the top three, I will also get a piece of the soup?"

The little milk sound that fell to the ground, and the words of the cute little boy caused everyone to laugh.

He said, "That's right!"

"Poof...... Hahaha!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him suddenly laughed and turned their backs, this little guy is so cute, no, he is going to laugh out of tears.

The eighth master was a little ashamed, and said anxiously: "Guagua, Hugh is restless!"

"I'm not impatient, the magic mirror will know. Guagua said with a serious face, but he added another sentence in his heart, I practice spiritual power practice hard every day, and I don't know the truth that God rewards hard work.

The red snapped open, and the bright light flashed under the dome. A mirror was revealed, and Huo Ranxue lit up in all directions.

The Holy Lord got up from his throne, looked at the dark image in the mirror, and asked, "Magic Mirror, who is the most beautiful and skilled person in the world?"

Hua Congee smiled secretly, it turns out that there is really a snobbish eye to judge people by their appearance, and it is not something they can choose to be beautiful and ugly; humanity is that reincarnation is a technical job, and those who are born with disabilities and bad appearances, and even have crooked mouths and eyes, don't they even have the right to live?

Hua Liangchen is good-looking and handsome, but he shouldn't have any spiritual power, right?

My blood saved Fang Runyu, but what does this have to do with spiritual power? Seeing that the two guards escorted Hua Liangchen and walked in front of the mirror.

Seeing that the time of death was approaching, Hua Liangchen looked up at the sky, struggled hard, burst into tears, and shouted: "Who has not died since ancient times, but I really don't understand how to die in this demon mirror?"

The Holy Lord stood up and avoided the front of the mirror, which shone inflexibly. When he turned his head, the Holy Lord said:

"When Lone got this magic mirror, the function of this magic mirror has been confused, so he has been throwing it in the dripping cave, and this thing is coming for a while, and I don't know what to do...... With such a distinguished guest here today, I want to try him-"

"Magic Mirror, what do you want to do with that?" As the patriarch of the clan, the eighth master deceived the five of them by himself, if he let the playboy lose his life because of this, he would be wronged, and his conscience asked urgently.

Although the "damn cat" man was tied up, he even whispered: "Although the magic mirror was exchanged by the Eighth Master and the Holy Lord, you Winchesters can't afford it at all." Hehe......"

The eighth master knelt for a long time and did not speak, and waited until the Holy Lord paced to him to help him, then he raised his head and whispered: "Holy Lord, it's not that his subordinates are sensational!" He stood up, stepped forward, and said repeatedly: "The magic mirror must not be used indiscriminately, otherwise the consequences will be worrying!"

"This magic mirror is known as the demon mirror, and people with insufficient spiritual power may be wiped out once it is tested, and it will make people lose their ......" The eighth master said the words that he had held back for many years, no matter how misty the Holy Lord over there heard it, he was excited for a while, and confused for a while.

The Holy Lord of the Lun Lu couldn't summon the guards who announced the decree, so he paced down the stage and sang: "For thousands of years, our clan has only been regarded as a guideline: each other is born from the heart. Whoever achieves great things will be in a positive magnetic field, and the magic mirror will definitely feel one or two, and those who can't feel it will be abused by demons! If the spiritual power is insufficient, they should be dam......ned."

Hehe, the Holy Lord of the Elder and his people fell into a frenzied ridicule that could not be extricated—

"Born from the heart, the positive magnetic field ......," muttered Fang Gongzi, who had not spoken for a long time.

A woman in white appeared in the dark shadow of the demon mirror, with bright eyes and bright teeth, and her hair fluttering.

The crowd who saw the image in the mirror first sighed:

"Xianyu'er...... Xianyu'er—"

"The magic mirror actually remembers her ......"

"The last time she executed the criminal law of the Demon Mirror, Xian Yu'er used her spiritual power to conquer my people!"

"Xian Yu'er, she is really a god, after the last time she looked at the demon mirror, she became the person with the strongest spiritual power in the world-"

Hua Congee said: "That person, Xian Yu'er is my mother, when it comes to spiritual power, I am willing to give it a try!" Hua Congee really can't bear to have his only brother ruined his life because of his poor spiritual power.

Everyone was stunned, and some of the guards had already raised torches and shone them together.

The torches lit the flames and surrounded the brown women who seemed to be tied, because they were shorter, and Hua Congee had to get down on her knees so that they could recognize her face as the woman in the mirror.

Someone asked, "Is it the daughter of Xianyu'er?"

The Holy Lord of the Heavens ordered the guards to push aside the crowd, flashed out a path, paced in front of Hua Cong, took a guard's torch, and came closer.

Because there is a Fang Runyu tied behind the flower porridge, if she wants to kneel, Fang Gongzi has to accommodate her, he is tall personally, and he really can't kneel down with her.

The Holy Lord had no choice but to stretch out his hand and ask the guards to untie the ropes of the flower porridge......

No one would have thought that Fang Runyu would make such a move in order to save the flower porridge.

A melodious voice sounded, the music style was ancient and meandering, and the dark night streamer was chilling...... Looking out of the light from the torches, he was dressed in white, with holes in the placket, and a mouth open on the sole of a forward-facing shoe, beating the clap one by one.

In the space where the torches were lit, everyone was stunned. Ask, "Who is this son?"

His hair bangs are very long, one left and one right, one short and one long, flying up and down, left and right, as if each one has life independently, and the wisps are shining......

The sound of Xun is ancient and desolate, like a ray of sunshine shining into the wind.

After the song was blown, when the song was still unfinished, Fang Gongzi's image entered the mirror......

The man in the mirror is blowing, and the clothes are in the wind......

The sound of Xun did not stop at all, and it slid through every syllable without hesitation, touching the heart-

"I can't sleep at night in the future, so you can sing this song!"

"Oh. What if I happen to be sleeping near you?" Hua Congee's eyes were so big that she didn't have any edges, and she said what she could understand without defense.

"Red sleeves can add fragrance to me!" Runyu completely forgot the distinction between elegance and vulgarity. muttered, looking eagerly at the flower porridge......

Runyu did not have a fragrant jade, the weather was already dawning, and there was a certain moist air steaming up the snow, Manyan between heaven and earth, pacing everything with a layer of mist, milky white, fickle.