Chapter 740: The Mysterious Prisoner

Qiming tried his best to bring himself back to his senses, and then, he said in a deep voice: "The dragon clan disaster has come, but your brothers want to kill me at this time?

"If you want to blame, you can only blame the deputy battalion for having no background and being sharp. Scarface said coldly. Killing Qiming has nothing to do with the catastrophe outside, everyone understands this, this is a competition between the crown princes, and the surrogate wants to strangle Qiming in the cradle.

"Aren't you afraid that the Dragon Emperor will blame you?" Qi Ming shouted angrily.

"Without the Dragon Emperor's will, Zhengying dares to attack you?"

"Impossible, impossible!" Qiming almost collapsed, and said, "Then why did the Dragon Emperor take me as an apprentice, and why did he let me sit in the position of deputy camp?"

"The deputy battalion is still too young. Scarface said: "You naively think that the emperor that belongs to the Black Fire Clan, and the other clan can get it? Let you come up, but you are just blocking the mouths of the elders of the Dragon Clan, and now, the elders have no intention of knowing this." Your days of beauty have come to an end. ”

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In the distance, there is a falling waterfall, and there is a roar.

Suspended in the air, there are lush ancient trees. A large fireball resembling a small sun hangs above and illuminates the below.

In front of a simple stone house, there is a huge tree, under which there is a bonfire, on the flame is boiling an iron pot, in which there are some bamboo shoots and a catfish, and the milky white soup is tumbling and wafting with a rich aroma. Not far away, there was still a golden cage left, and Ye Qingcheng was still holding Luo Shen, looking at the preface scene as if he was in a different world.

After a while, a scrawny, unkempt man, holding a small bowl and a pair of chopsticks, walked up to the campfire. He sat down, picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks, dipped some seasoning powder in the bowl, and ate it comfortably.

Suddenly, a belly roar came.

Ye Qingcheng's stomach was growling, and he looked at the mysterious man in a daze, eating hot pot comfortably.

The golden birdcage in which they were imprisoned was smeared with streaks of cyan liquid, which was rapidly corroding the black spell marks on the prison bars. As long as the spell mark is gone, he can tear the birdcage like a noodle.

"Senior, Roselle is dying. Ye Qingcheng didn't know who this guy was, and said anxiously, "Can you save her quickly?"

"She can't die. ”

"However, she is cold now, and she doesn't even have a little temperature!"

"Are you an animal tamer?"

"Yes. ”

The unkempt man looked up, and he still had a rusty chain around his neck that led to the small stone house, binding him like a dog. Although the chain is long, its length is all his freedom.

"Then you tell me. The sloppy middle-aged man couldn't help laughing, and could only see a pair of deep, pitch-black eyes, and his mouth and nose were all covered by thick whiskers, "What temperature does the snake have?"

Ye Qingcheng was stunned, and suddenly remembered that snakes were cold-blooded.

"Don't be impatient. The middle-aged man said complacently: "If the strength is not sealed, but any kind of prison technique, I can easily break it." But, right now, I can only catch fish. Don't be in a hurry, young people must be calm. Your woman will not die, she is protected by the Left Scale Vine, and as long as her soul source is not extinguished, she will quickly recover her life after coming out. ”

He ate as he spoke, and in a short time, he ate most of the food in the pot.

"Senior, are you drinking?" Ye Qingcheng nodded, and then took the wine gourd from his waist, it could not pour wine in this cage, but it could be sent out through the prison bar.

"This gourd?" The middle-aged man immediately put down the bowl, walked to Ye Qingduo's side, took the wine gourd into his hand, and looked at it in surprise, and then, he pulled out the wine stopper, drank bitterly, his eyes were shining, and he said excitedly: "Yuntian's wine!!"

"Senior knows my master?" Ye Qingcheng said in surprise.

"Your master?" the middle-aged man stared at Ye Qingcheng suspiciously, and said, "Didn't he die early?"

"He-" Ye Qingcheng suddenly realized that he was revealing his mouth.

As a result, the middle-aged man didn't ask, and said indifferently: "I know that he is not a person who falls down so easily." I know him, not only knowing, but also old friends. ”

Ye Qingcheng was in awe, hurriedly stood up and arched his hand and said, "Dare to ask the senior's surname?"

The middle-aged man didn't answer him, his eyes were eclipsed, he put the wine gourd on the ground, and said, "You can come out soon, I'll hang it for a while." ”

"Hang for a while?" Ye Qingcheng didn't understand.

I saw that the middle-aged man walked to the ancient tree, shook the chain in his hand violently, and hung the chain on the tree. Then he jumped to his feet and hung himself from a tree like a dead corpse.

"Senior, what are you doing?"

"Sleep. The middle-aged man said, seemingly trying to pose himself more like a hanging corpse.

"Why do you want to sleep hanging?" Ye Qingcheng asked.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes and said impatiently: "In this kind of ghost place, this is my only pleasure. ”

Ye Qingcheng laughed and laughed, this kind of interest is really a rare bad taste.

In the blink of an eye, the scrawny middle-aged man fell asleep hanging from the tree branches.

"Zizi ......" wisps of green smoke floated on the prison bar, and the black curse marks on it were corroded to show signs of breakage. Seeing that the time was ripe, Ye Qingcheng grabbed the railing suddenly, and the golden prison suddenly exploded with pitch-black lightning. Then, the black spell on the bars quickly broke, spewing out clouds of ink-like smoke. In the end, under Ye Qingcheng's great efforts, the birdcage that imprisoned him was finally bent.

He immediately hugged Roselle and rushed out of the prison. It felt like a fish that was about to die of thirst, suddenly jumping into the sea, Ye Qingcheng regained his freedom, and he was so excited that he almost burst into tears. At this moment, the power in his body surged wildly, and the vitality that had been decadent and weakened also sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

The left scale vine recondensed into a tadpole-like vine, exhausted and hidden into Ye Qingcheng's soul space. Luoshen, who has always been guarded, reveals her pale appearance. She was wearing a cheongsam stained with blood, and her lower legs had turned into a white snake tail. Ye Qingcheng hurriedly condensed a water tank, then brought the water tank in front of the hut and put her in.

This trick was more effective than any elixir, and her body was soaked in water, and her vitality was quickly recovering. After a few moments, she was breathing again.

Ye Qingcheng breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and finally saved her life. After looking at her quietly for a moment, he smiled. Then he took the gourd and drank it with great pleasure.

"Seniors. Ye Qingcheng hung the wine gourd back on his waist and called softly, but the guy hanging on the tree did not react at all, and it looked like a corpse more than a corpse.

Luo Shen was still very weak, and Ye Qingcheng couldn't take her to leave immediately, so he went around a lot. Finally, his gaze rested on a row of ancient characters on the trunk of the tree:

The dragon is in the sky, and all living beings are prostrate - black fire!

His eyes twitched suddenly, staring in horror at the middle-aged man hanging from him, and at the chains that had always bound him.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" The middle-aged man opened his eyes and looked at Ye Qingcheng worriedly.

"There have been rumors that His Majesty is in retreat. Ye Qingcheng said in horror: "Could it be that Your Majesty is imprisoned here?"

"Your Majesty?" the middle-aged man threw off the chains, jumped down from the tree, turned his head to look at the ancient characters on the tree behind him, and said, "Junior, I can't say such ambitious words." I am not Your Majesty in your mouth, and it is more appropriate to call me the Lord of the City. My surname is Jiang, what about you?"