"Your Majesty, where are you, Your Majesty, and why can't your subordinates see you?"

When Zhao Shujie's left palm was tied, and his body was stretched extremely tilted in the direction of the 10,000-year-old ancient well by the yellow whip wrapped around his neck, his subordinates shouted loudly in the battle chess. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhao Shujie tried to choke his throat, but he couldn't make a sound, because he couldn't even breathe.

When his neck was wrapped tighter and tighter by the yellow whip, and it hurt more and more backwards, and his head had to be tilted back gradually, Zhao Shujie suddenly noticed that the leaves were still dense and thick, pointing at the four thick branches at the half-length branch of the tree, and two of the branches that were close to each other were covered by a few sparse leaves, each with a thick skin like a yellow snake! Moreover, it seemed that the ends of the two skins were connected to both sides of a large leather bag! The leather pocket is hidden high in the top foliage of the dense trees, and can only be seen by looking up from the position below the trees.

"King, do you want your subordinates to go out and help?"

"Where have you been, my lord?"

"King, call us at any time!"

The rotten grass inside Zhao Shujie's left palm, Gu Zhong, and Gu Liang felt that they had not received an echo after the call just now, so they scrambled in the chessboard and shouted outward to the west slope of Radish Gully.

Their shouts were very high, very strong, and very loud, so that Zhao Shujie, who was on the side, could hear them, and at the same time, they also surprised the people in the ditch in front of the Golden Pavilion who raised their heads and poured wine into their mouths. The man in the ditch slowly put down his left hand holding the waist of the wine gourd, and turned his small sharp white face with the aroma of wine in his mouth to look curiously in the direction where the voice came from on the east side of the ditch.

"That's not right! The master, the owner obviously heard several people shouting, just, from that direction!"

Muttering in confusion, he pointed his left hand holding the gourd and pointed to the tree. But. When he fixed his eyes and observed carefully, his left hand, which he pointed out in front of him, suddenly weakened, and then slowly drooped, and at the same time, his long pointed head and pointed eyes suddenly focused on the person who bent over to "practice".

"Well, those three voices came from beside him! That's it! Because he was the only one in front of the 10,000-year-old well!"

The more the people on the ditch pondered, the more accurate they became, and they quickly affirmed Zhao Shujie's position, and then raised the gourd and took a sip of good wine and tried to swallow it, but suddenly there was a "poof" sound and the wine that had just been swallowed half was sprayed out!

His mouth twitched vigorously a few times, and his eyes pointed to the bottom of the tree, and the man on the ditch suddenly muttered to himself:

"That. Why is that guy a little familiar? No, it can't be that the owner drank too much, right?"

He shook his head wildly, and then continued to focus on the gorgeously dressed man who was hunched over, and suddenly noticed the wide black robe hanging from the ground behind him!

"He's not going to be last night's ......."

The man on the ditch was suddenly a little afraid of the foreign guy pointing to the bottom of the tree, and then hurriedly put his left arm around the pale white radish skin of his half-human-tall flower-hearted large radish, and slapped the radish belly with his right hand, and immediately saw that the dense and large leaves on the head of the half-human-high flower-hearted radish suddenly became as wide as the canopy of the tree, and one of the wide thick green leaves located in the low place suddenly began to extend to the eastern slope of the radish ditch. Stretching across both sides of the radish ditch, it extended to the top of the field ladder in front of the 10,000-year-old ancient well in a blink of an eye!

Then, the man on the ditch jumped vigorously, and with the heavy red cloth bag he was carrying on his right shoulder, he jumped down to the large radish leaf that was very low and spanned the length of the radish ditch. Creeping forward. Seeing that the bent guy was still trying to bend his head behind him, and his head was about to touch the surface of the ground at a distance of more than a foot high, the man on the ditch began to move forward for a distance and suddenly stopped, and after the pause, he mustered up the courage to continue to pass.

"No, no, no!"

When it was getting closer and closer to Zhao Shujie. The mouth of the man on the ditch began to cry intermittently without obeying the call,

"He, he's not human. Like, ghost, ghost king...... Like the ghost king who fought with the owner last night!"

After carefully stepping on the slope on the east side of the radish ditch, the eyes of the man on the ditch were still firmly fixed on the guy who was very close to him, whose body was bent into a bridge and arched, and his face was not visible, and he held the extremely long radish leaf tail that he had stepped on as a bridge just now with his left hand, and the front part of the golden attic platform on the west side of the ditch was pointing to the big flower center of the tree, which was located in the south direction of the ditch, and it instantly became smaller and returned to its original state!

Slowly, almost quietly, the man in the ditch slowly moved his gentle steps to approach the richly dressed fellow, and when he saw his broad white face, he couldn't help but turn over, turn over and throw himself on the ground with a big radish in his arms, while panting for a long time, he hurriedly picked up a bag full of red cloth that had fallen to the ground in an instant, and the two sips of wine that had just been drunk into his stomach turned into cold sweat overflowing from the front of his forehead, and sliding down his sharp white little face!

"Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost, king, the king entered the front yard of the main ......"

His mouth trembled and he screamed, and he was terrified. And when he looked at the pale face of the "Ghost King" who continued to droop very strangely, he suddenly noticed the blood-red yellow whip on the neck of the "Ghost King"!

"Ghost King, Ghost King must have followed the master into the radish ditch last night!

With a mouthful of muttering, the man on the ditch quickly stood up from the ground, and suddenly turned his face to the place where the yellow whip stretched out at the mouth of the 10,000-year-old ancient well:

"Flower cub! When did Daddy allow you to hunt ghosts? Hurry up and release the Ghost King to Daddy! Otherwise, Daddy will punish you for soaking in ancient water immediately!"

"Ah don't-"

As soon as the scolding of the people on the ditch came out, the black-brown ancient barrel hanging under the Wannian wheel hit the wall of the well several times, and suddenly jumped out of the ancient barrel A somewhat well-dressed son-in-law with a painful expression on his face.

"You stinky, you dare to offend the Ghost King!

As soon as he saw his son Shaohua with a yellow whip in his hand, the people in the ditch blamed him even more angrily.

"But, Daddy......"

"Shut up! Ben will explain it to you later, hurry up!"

didn't wait for the prince to tell the reason, and the sharp white little face of the person on the ditch turned pale in an instant. On weekdays, he was very afraid of his son-in-law, and hurriedly released his right hand that was tightening the whip, and released the long whip strip from Zhao Shujie's left wrist, fingers and neck in an instant, and retracted it in front of him, not daring to show the slightest reluctance to finally bend the yellow whip into his waist. (To be continued.) )