"Who is he?"

At the base of the Qinzhou city wall, Xiahou Chun's voice was a little erratic.

Xiao Shilong sneered: "Tell you now, what if you don't let me go?" ”

Xiahou Chun was silent.

To be honest, he really didn't plan to let this person leave Dajing.

At least not to leave alive.

Murong Yan stepped forward, stood side by side with Xiahou Chun, and said softly: "Brother Shi, don't let the tiger return to the mountain!" ”

Xiahou Chun stared at Xiao Shilong, and suddenly smiled slightly: "You want to borrow a knife to kill someone?" ”

Xiao Shilong was stunned when he heard this, and the smile on his face gradually put away.

He looked at Xiahou Chun expressionlessly, his eyes a little deep.

After the two looked at each other for a long time, Xiao Shilong shook his robe.

A sword talisman swept in.

Xiahou Chun raised his eyebrows, and was surprised in his heart, could he have changed his attention?

His mind turned, but he turned a blind eye to the aggressive sword light.

The two stood with their hands in their hands, looking at each other indifferently, and clash invisibly.

Until the sword light swept in front of him, Murong Yansu's fingers stretched out and lightly clicked.

The sword talisman hovered in front of it, humming.

Xiahou Chun raised his eyebrows, but he didn't hesitate, and after holding the sword talisman for a little sense, he fell into deep thought.

The sword talisman did not directly point out who was the inner ghost, but left a paragraph.

Or rather, a sound.

A sound that seems familiar, but can't remember.

Could it be that it is a certain force of Taikang?

His face remained silent, and only after the sword talisman completely collapsed and flew away did he raise his eyes to look at Xiao Shilong.

The other party looked at Xiahou Chun intently, "How?" ”

Xiahou Chun pretended to groan, sighed and shook his head: "It's not enough!" ”

Xiao Shilong was not surprised, and said, "What else do you need?" ”

Xiahou Chun's eyes were gloomy, and he spat lightly: "Your head!" ”

The words fell, and Tianxin's cold eyes flashed.

The Heavenly Heart Order vanished suddenly.

Almost at the same time, a ray of light shrouded it.

'Xiao Shilong' was completely shrouded.

Murong Yan's face was slightly relaxed, and Xiahou Chun was happy in his heart.

This guy can't run.

However, the 'Xiao Shilong' smiled strangely.

The mouth opened, but he didn't know what to say.

Xiahou Chun stiffened and secretly scolded himself for being negligent.

Just hear the thud.

In his pupils shrank suddenly, the figure of 'Xiao Shilong' was directly killed by the 'Heavenly Heart Order'.

Murong Yan also sank without makeup, and suddenly knew that he had been deceived.

Xiahou Chun's eyes were complicated, and he said hatefully: "This person is really cunning, he escaped so fast!" ”

But Murong Yan sighed lightly and shook his head: "No, in fact, this person has already left." ”

She paused for a moment and said in a deep voice, "Staying here is just that person's 'stand-in puppet'." ”

Xiahou Chun frowned slightly, "Stand-in puppet? ”

Murong Yan's eyes were solemn: "Not bad." ”

was about to say more, but the three of Tianxin immediately approached.

Xiahou Chun looked at Murong Yan, only to see her smile bitterly: "The appearance of the stand-in puppet is no different from that of a real person, it is the supreme secret method of the Daomen, but it is not flesh and blood. ”

She paused, glanced at Shen Guangyin, and explained: "This puppet is made of countless heavenly and earthly treasures, and it can be entered by cultivators with divine consciousness, and the stand-in puppet of Xiao Shilong is this thing. ”

Her eyes were cold, "But this stand-in puppet is very rare, even in Xuanzong, only a few people have it." ”

Xiahou Chun was silent in his heart, Xiao Shilong could use this thing, and the forces behind it were already self-evident.

Tianxin said violently: "Now that these are a fart, I know that people have run away, so why don't you chase them quickly?" ”

The whistling sound was inaudible, Tianxin's face was pale, and he directly asked: "With such a great opportunity, why did he let him run?" ”

The overlay man directly twisted his eyebrows and said, "To chase or not?" ”

Murong Yan sighed secretly, shook his head with a wry smile and said: "I can't catch up, if my expectations are right, then Xiao Shilong should have quietly exchanged the fake for the real when he fell into the dust with his brother, treacherous and cunning." ”

Xiahou Chun raised his head abruptly and said softly: "Half an hour is enough for him to escape from Qinzhou a hundred miles away." ”

The cultivator is not a god, let alone the eye of the Heavenly Dao, although he can trace and find traces, but Xiao Shilong is not a fool, and he can also eliminate his whereabouts and breath.

Therefore, by the time Xiahou Chun woke up, Xiao Shilong had already escaped a hundred miles away.

He was secretly annoyed, it turned out that it was the loneliness that caused such a mistake.

Let people slip out from under their noses.

After a while, Xiahou Chun gently exhaled a breath of turbidity.

Look far away and gaze at the orange sunset in the north.

Snow peaks, green mountains, red glow and gray city have all become the embellishments of the thirteen princes of the clouds.

He muttered to himself, "We'll see you again." ”

And, quickly.

.........

Eastern Capital, Confucian Mansion.

The maid hurried in, stopped under the dresser, and called softly, "Miss! ”

In the warm tent of the boudoir, there seemed to be a soft snoring sound.

After a while, a lazy voice sounded, "What's the matter?" ”

The maid sweated on her forehead in the winter, and said in a trembling voice: "The people of the clouds have come to Dajing." ”

Call!

The tent was breathing.

The fragrance that belongs to the girl spreads, and the room is full of arms.

After a few moments of silence, "Who's in charge?" ”

The maid lowered her eyebrows slightly, and said softly: "As far as the Yaochi sisters know, it seems that Tianshou City learned that Taikang had changed, so they sent someone to come. ”

She paused in her tone, shook her head and said, "I don't know who it is for the time being, but I know that it must be a certain prince." ”

Tianshou City, the capital of the sky.

There was a sound of sooting in the warm pavilion, and after the curtain shook slightly, it was lifted by a delicate lotus arm and placed on the bedside hook.

In Russia, a hole on the ground that can be called a disaster for the country and the people is reflected in the bronze mirror.

It is difficult to show its appearance when the fish and geese fall, and it is not enough to describe its beauty if it is beautiful like a fairy, and it has the meaning of seducing the soul at any time between a smile and a smile.

Not to mention the graceful figure covered by silk brocade embroidered pajamas, the occasional spring is to make the city upside down.

She whispered to herself, "Could it be that those jackals know something?" ”

After a moment's deep thought, she asked, "Is there any more message?" ”

The maid lowered her eyes and said softly: "In addition, according to the information from Shixinzhai in the city, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince seems to have been trapped in Qinzhou for a long time. ”

Kong Fengwei suddenly turned her head and stared at the maid.

I saw her delicate body trembling, hanging her head and saying nothing.

However, Kong Fengwei was not aimed at him, I saw her gaze from afar, as if she could reach the north through the crack in the window.

Her eyes were deep, and she said softly: "You reported yesterday that his chess pieces were detained, his sister's whereabouts are unknown, and she doesn't know whether she is alive or dead." ”

The maid whispered softly, not knowing what she meant.

After Kong Fengwei groaned for a while, she squinted slightly, Since you don't want to help my Kong family get out of the sea of suffering, then I will detach myself.

She immediately made a decision and ordered: "Send a message to the Left-behind Mansion, and say that Her Royal Highness the Princess is trapped and is suspected of falling into the hands of the Zhaoyi Army." ”

The maid was stunned when she heard this, is this finally going to be right?

"In addition, I will inform the little monk of Changguo Temple of this information, and also pass on the news that His Highness is about to visit the 'White Dragon Temple'." Kong Fengwei said unintentionally.

The maid immediately responded, and was about to retreat, but she heard Kong Fengwei call her, "Is the mayfly still in the house?" ”

The maid lowered her eyes and said softly: "I am still cultivating." ”

Kong Fengwei said lightly: "Beheaded, boxed, and sent to the prince." ”

The maid looked up in amazement, not knowing why.

Didn't the master want to borrow a knife to kill someone, why did he suddenly fold the knife himself?

But she didn't dare to ask more, and after exiting the warm pavilion, a figure immediately followed, and after some instructions, she walked to a remote firewood house.

After a few breaths, a burst of soldiers collided, blood splashed, and a muffled snort and anger came out.

But as several other figures joined, the scene was controlled.

After a while, a square wooden box was respectfully delivered.

Scarlet blood dripped from the box and fell to the ground, drawing a blooming blood plum.

Poignant and bewitching, silently showing coldness and capriciousness.

The maid had a flat face and waved her hand.

The box was quickly sent out of the Confucian Mansion.