"Daddy, it's okay now! Xianggong is going to change his mind?" When the county lord of Linglang heard Wuxian say this, his joy was overflowing, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, making her look fluttering, and she was so excited that she couldn't stop at all.

"Well, it's not very promising, and it's not too much!" After all, the protector is still an old-fashioned person ideologically, and he can't stand the fact that his daughter is not married to the palace, so he calls him "Xianggong" and "Xianggong".

"Where, Daddy, my daughter's vision doesn't contradict you!" Lord Linglang immediately restrained his smile and said solemnly: "Father, don't worry, as long as I have a chance, my daughter will make that female slave better than dead!"

She hated that slave girl, stupid and stupid, but she could capture the heart of her innocent brother like a fox.

"Stupid. Tell you about 'strategy', 'strategy'. I just know how to fight and kill blindly, but I often make jokes when I rush out. The protector said, the mirror Fang Runyu saw straight and lay down without a few steps, the dagger was not long, but it did not enter his left abdomen, drop by drop, first there was no sound, blood flowed all over the ground, black and red blood, mixed together, and smeared with flower porridge.

The protector in front of the mirror glared at a number of red-clothed thirty-six concubines next to him. scolded: "Lack of success, more than failure!"

Yes, if this blood is the fox girl's from the flower porridge, it seems that the collection of the medicinal materials of Tuo Tuo Dan will be as easy as a finger.

The daughter Linglang county lord just stole his own cheats, practiced for more than a year, and has greatly increased his skills and became famous in a battle, which frightened the evil spirits outside the city, the county lord's husband chose not only to marry the prince and become the crown princess, or in other words, whoever is the husband of the county lord can become the prince. It's better to save trouble, the crown princess is not the crown princess After all, the princess is still in the hands of a dummy to control the world, so wouldn't it be unpleasant to do the holy lord herself.

The blood of this porridge is still a mystery, when he trapped Xianyu'er that day, he first released a wisp of her blood, and the black-haired man was always a master in this regard, and he named this torture "Santu River" - the "Santu River" on the banks of the Wangchuan River - no one can cross this "Santu River".

Facts have proved that Xianyu'er can't get by, and if the prince didn't make trouble in Manfeilun Mountain last time, then Hua Congee won't be able to pass either......

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In the small ear room to the west, there was a scarlet ground, and a strong smell of blood scarlet filled the air—

The air of dawn was bitterly cold...... Taiyin Xing's lonely, white and mutilated face was completely different last night: vaguely recognizable, with confused edges......

The corners of Fang Runyu's mouth were already bleeding, his face was glowing with ghostly iron blue, and his delicate face with upright facial features revealed a poignant transparent luster.

The bean-sized beads of sweat completely drowned him.

The whining wind lifted the messy curtains, and two confused shadows stepped in......

The shadow was pitch black, with a white face, lightly carrying the black shadow behind him, and lifted Fang Runyu's wound together, looked at it, shook his head, and got up to leave-

The two people beside Fang Gongzi, one Hui'er and the other Hua Congee, Hua Liangchen no longer knew when and where they disappeared......

Hui'er said, "Your blood can save him—"

The images of the two people in the mirror have become innumerable. Countless spaces, a structure similar to a small transept are infinitely replicated.

Hua Congee opened her eyes and looked at her hands, which were covered with blood.

She and Hui'er rushed over, covering Fang Gongzi's wound with four hands in a row, the wound was warm and sticky, so sticky that she couldn't open her palm at all

"Young Master Qingshan, you won't die......" Hua Congee shouted.

"It's okay...... Things in the world must have a reason, they should have been suffered in the bottom, you are in the lower block, and the innocence is blocked again, and the dagger is stabbed in turn in the lower ......" Runyu suddenly woke up from the thin transparency like a cicada's wings, and his speech was not at all as breathless as just now, but much smoother.

"Brother Runyu, you are much better, you will get better soon, it's all the trick of the protector-" Hua Congee finally tore off a soul banner and wanted to tie her up wounds. Helplessly, the soul flag was fragile and sensitive, like a shadow puppet made of donkey skin, colorful and stinging.

When the blood gushed out from the injured position, the two women indiscriminately pulled the dagger, and when the dagger came out, the intestines also gushed out.

And he stuffed the porridge back into him.

"It's not a pity for me to die, you should contact my father to restore the country and suppress the great cause of the unification of the Demon Jue Empire...... Cough...... Everything is possible-" Fang Runyu had a thousand thoughts in his heart, his short life, nothing seemed to be successful, and at the last moment, he could be regarded as dying for the young master to block the sword, the overall situation has been decided, don't add psychological burden to the porridge.

"Don't ......" Hua Congee carried him, and saw two shadows waiting in the darkness over there.

The shadows stood indifferently, and one picked a pole as if he was smoking a bag of dry tobacco, but the porridge did not smell the smell of tobacco.

The dark shadow said, "If you have something to say, if you have a fart, let it go-"

The white shadow looked at the flower porridge provocatively and asked, "What do you have to say, it's easy to say!"

The black shadow smoked a cigarette, and the five fingers on the other thin hand were extremely long. He raised his finger and began to count.

"One" black shadow's finger pressed down......

"Black and white impermanence is coming to ask for your life...... the corners of Hui'er's mouth are downward, and her face is full of contempt, she gritted her teeth and said: "You are just a slave girl who cherishes blood as much as her life." ”

"Brother Runyu, forgive Congee-" Hua Congee blindly hid back, her buttocks fell to the ground, Runyu's blood on the ground had frozen, she actually slipped out and shouted from a zhang away: "Congee's blood, can't save you!"

"Why? You have so much blood, what if you miss a drop?" Hui'er took the gauze in the medicine box and went to plug Runyu's wound, Bai Huahua's gauze and Bai Huahua's intestines were twisted together, one in and the other, surging, if it wasn't for the strength of the heart, no one could hold on to the scene.

The palm of the "two" black shadow stretched out, and in the direction of the backlight, Hua Congee and Hui'er looked frightened......

"My blood is not working, I can't save you!" Hua Congee knelt down, raised his body and looked around again, and a flash of inspiration appeared.

Obviously, this is a bureau. From the moment he stepped on the threshold of the Protector's Mansion, everything was in the Protector's hands.

Eggshell set off first, because the innocent weapon is Eggshell, and Eggshell left the master and insisted on less than "two hundred".

Fear started with his half-brother Hua Liangchen, and then I was afraid of losing my loved ones, all of Fang Runyu's actions seemed incredible, why did he kiss himself.

Arrogant and innocent finally exposed the wolf's ambitions: "No man in the world can be trusted, especially that man is me-" He said.

In the mist, I am destined to be lonely for a lifetime.

"Hua Congee-" That Hui'er completely lost her mind, rushed over, and slapped it down, Hua Congee's eyes suddenly burst into Venus, she was still disgusted with hatred, and pulled Hua Congee's hand, and there was blood stains on the ground that stuck to Hua Congee's pants.

Hui'er completely relied on brute force to drag the flower porridge to Runyu.

Looking out in the middle of the strands of tearful and bloodstained hair, Fang Runyu's dead body on the ground was terrified, and he went to look for the two black and white impermanences again, and there was no one in the original position.

"Let's go...... Your ...... The son of the Fang family Runyu, the word is also ......" sighed.

Following the prestige, a vicious wind struck, the curtain of the door was lifted, and three figures flew in their clothes—

"Mom...... Brother Runyu looked back ...... "Horror and horror, unprecedented." The horrible hair stood on end, and he fell to the ground...... And the thing was shrinking rapidly, collapsing little by little, and the corpse of Runyu above the ground, with a navel-like eye, was struggling and twisting......

"Sister Hui'er, get out of the way—"

"-Twitter-twitter-twitter......"

Suddenly, the souls of the two people scattered out of the clouds.

"—squeak—" another strange scream.

More precisely, it's floating. To be more precise, the black object should be a person, three figures.

Everyone wore a hat on their head and was dressed in black.

But.

But. Strangely, the three of them marched in too neat a row. Neat to the size of their spacing, the pace was too monotonous, without ups and downs.

The three men in the middle were fluttering, and the storm lifted their clothes to the left and then to the right several times.

It gives the impression that if that thing is a human being, it is the size of a child, as small as a baby's height.

They walked in groups, without touching the ground, their clothes flying up and down, and they were all floating in the air.

The hands were not removed, indicating that the head of the porridge did not command them to take it off, and even the subconscious did not command. Because the headquarters of the brain is going on with intense and difficult calculations: the first and last two have steps, and the humanoid shape of the middle prince feels that there are no feet, no, even more so no legs.

In the front corner, when lightning and thunder roared, the silent black back, the overlapping of the huge black silhouette of the skirt fluttering. The narrow verandah of the Protector's Mansion, the dawn of dawn and the wind sweep up the road ahead that is difficult to see...

......

"Originally, it was expected that we would stab at the flower porridge before our blood collection plan could be realized...... Fang Bocen bowed and said: "The Holy Lord has explicitly forbidden us to touch that flower porridge again, and today the four of them crashed into it together, and we can count it as a three-pronged ......"

"You think that your little bit of fancy intestines can win the world-" The Protector looked at the mirror, and then looked back and signaled Fang Bocen to silence, everything was in a thought, Cheng Zhu frowned at his daughter in his chest, and said: "Besides, if you win the world, it will be innocent......!

"What we want—" The Lord Protector did not continue.

The importance of "spiritual blood" made him very taboo about these two words, and he was never like some subordinates, without any awe, like a long-tongued people in the market.

The food, the porridge in the mirror, like the food I haven't seen for a few days, is not suitable in the stomach that has been hungry for a long time. Like a blazing fire, I couldn't help choking up a few times after seeing her enter the door today, and saw the girl's bony arms trembling in the air.

The protector remembered Xian Yu'er, the mother of the porridge.

couldn't help but have another gastric cramp, that fairy Yu'er was like being bewitched by something, both soft and hard were fruitless, and she was going crazy during that time. is like a drama war, the torture continues to increase, gouging out eyes, cutting skin, and bamboo arrows piercing fingers......

The Lord Protector seemed to be smoking, and finally rode a wooden donkey—not that he was ruthless, but he couldn't sleep at night during that time, and woke up from nightmares every night, and finally one day he knelt in front of the prey crying bitterly.

I begged you for forgiveness, and I beg you to write me a picture. However, why can't you understand the mind of my protector, people will die sooner or later, isn't it good for me to let the people of the whole demon domain gain eternal life?

Ye Ye Protector was in tears, and he seemed to have returned to Xianyu'er: "Please forgive me and give me "Chaos Monster Power God", right?"

The imminent death of man is not gradual, not slow. Rather, it quickly became as thin as a cicada's wings. Screaming, screaming, the place in front of him disappeared in an instant.

Yan Bocen hurriedly took out a small bottle from the inner pocket of his underwear, hugged the protector into his arms, opened his mouth with his left hand, flicked the cap of the vial with the thumb of his right hand, and buttoned all the small pills in the bottle into the mouth of the lord-

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" The Protector finally took a few mouthfuls of foam, woke up and turned around, full of doubts, and looked at Yan Bocen, who nodded affirmatively.

When four or five people came to their senses and looked in the mirror together, they saw that the middle of the mirror was white and the sound of swishing sounds.

"It's not good, the magnetic field is messed up......"

Yan Bocen dropped a sentence, didn't care about avoiding suspicion, and suddenly rushed into the west ear room.

There was a mess in the paper money soul flags on the ground, and the rising sun shone into the curtains indiscriminately.

......

One was dressed in a gray robe, with a jade tree in the wind, and a scarf made of black sheets fluttering in front of the thatched hut, and the other was Hui'er, who wore a minimalist red dress, with a red skirt, a knot at the waist, and her hair in a bun, with a few strands hanging down on both sides, which set off the goose-egg pretty face, which was particularly bright.

"Young Master Runyu, what's wrong with you?" Hui'er shouted, and Fang Runyu outside the house just came to his senses.

His face was pale, his sideburns were steaming, his hands and feet were cold and shivering, and he pulled Hui'er up and dodged behind the thatched house.

"Hui'er, get out of the way!" Fang Runyu carried a bamboo basket of books, and his not very sharp hand was pushed outside, protecting Hui'er and retreating.

"Yes! I've got to get the chicken, and the rabbit...... Rice is the most important, first survive this winter, the master is sick again. I finally bought medicine for the master...... "Hui'er was sad and stunned, but she was still agile with her hands and feet, and her hands and feet protected the objects in her hands, and she was hungry for several days, which was more terrifying than the scene in front of her.

The snow suddenly stopped, but the weather darkened suddenly, and it seemed as if a curtain had been pulled up to the dome, and it was like a juggling show I had seen as a child, and the lights were artificially controlled. Black, gradually ink, and then gradually become dark, the moon is like the set of the master's shadow puppet play, bright and shining, and suddenly rises.

Runyu Says:

"Half of the moon is full, tomorrow is actually fifteen, the fifteenth day of the lunar month, the last full moon night of the third year after the new emperor ascended the throne in 1038 of the Tianyuan Kingdom......"