The monk took out a short flag out of nowhere, distributed it to some people, and asked them to plant one around the range of his finger, every mile, until it was closed into a circle, and he buried a palm-sized stone in the ground in the center of the circle.

Fang Chi took the flag and looked at it carefully.

The pole he held seemed to be made of wood, and the earthy yellow cloth was painted with incomprehensible red symbols.

According to what the monk said, after planting the flag, she and Song Xiuyu went into a small courtyard and lay in ambush, waiting for the arrival of the evil dragon.

The family had a nest of chickens, and when they saw the sudden appearance of Fang Chi, the two of them flapped their wings and scurried around in the corner surrounded by the net, but they soon calmed down, and only the rooster still crowed on time.

Fang Chi pulled Song Xiuyu to dig a small hole behind the firewood stack, and the two of them nested in it, blocking their bodies with scattered wheat stalks, leaving only a pair of eyes, staring at the dark sky.

I don't know how long I watched it like this, but I felt that my shoulders were sinking, and Song Xiuyu actually fell asleep by himself!

Obviously, he also drank wine, and he was called up in the middle of his sleep, why did he fall asleep but didn't dare to sleep!

You're amazing, you dare to sleep, you're amazing!

I don't have the ability, I don't dare to sleep, I'm afraid of death!

It's not the same to have the ability to be around, she is afraid that as long as she closes her eyes, she will be stoned to death by the dragon that falls from the sky!

Resignedly, they continued to stare at the sky, it would take time for this formation to be activated, and their task was to keep the dragon in this range until the formation was activated.

I don't know how long it took, even Song Xiuyu woke up, the sky was bright, and some villagers went down to the ground with hoes one after another, but there was still no shadow of the evil dragon.

The family where she was hiding also opened the door and passed by them with a night pot, and because the two of them were hiding so well, they did not notice that outsiders had come to their house, and had breakfast as usual.

At this time, Fang Chi and Song Xiuyu's wine had already woken up, and their stomachs reminded them that it was time to eat, but according to the monk's instructions, they couldn't move!

swallowed his saliva through the door, hoping that the dragon would appear quickly and let the monk overtake him, so that he could go back to eat.

The sun gradually moved into the middle of the sky, making it impossible to look directly, so I had to tilt my head and squint with my eyes.

One after another, the men came back from the fields, and after lunch, they lay on their beds and snored everywhere.

After the woman finished serving her own family, she gathered in the shade of the tree at the door in twos and threes with a fan and moved a small bench to talk about the family's shortcomings, and there was a shrill laughter, and the ears of the stinging pool hurt.

Is this dragon still coming?!

I didn't eat breakfast, I didn't eat lunch, and the noon sun in the scorching heat could roast people.

There was only the noisy cicada chirping and the laughter of a woman in her ears, she only felt dizzy, and she was about to lose sight of Song Xiuyu beside her.

Maybe it's the racial difference, Song Xiuyu is not in a better state than her, he doesn't look like he hasn't eaten two meals at all, and the heat at noon doesn't seem to have much impact on him.

Fang Chi stretched out his hand and pinched himself, forcibly sobering up.

From dark to dark, not even a dragon's tail!

Fang Chi, who no longer had the strength to be angry, was carried out of the firewood stack by Song Xiuyu and came to the agreed meeting place, and everyone's faces were not good.

Someone, like her, had not eaten for a day and had turned pale; Some people usually took some convenient pastries in anticipation, and they were not too weak, but a little tired. These should just be ordinary people.

People like the Holy Maiden of the Wu Clan, the Blind Monk, and Song Xiuyu are no different from when they first came.

"My prophecy cannot be wrong." The witch saintess explained aloud at this time.

"Someone must have leaked the news!"

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Inside the palace of the royal capital.

"Madame Hui is seriously ill and impatient with loneliness, and commits adultery with her servants, and her sin should be punished, and she will be given a cup of poisoned wine——"

In the empty hall, Mrs. Sang sat on a high dragon chair, looking down at the frightened woman at her feet, her eyes full of disdain.

Just like this, he doesn't deserve to give Ah Xin shoes, and he dares to think about him!

"Someone—"

"The slave is here."

"Give it to her."

"Yes, ma'am."

She leaned lazily against the man in the flower dress beside her, and casually pointed at the woman on the ground.

The servant, holding a delicate wine cup containing a colorless transparent liquid, walked up to the woman with a low brow and said, "Madame Hui, please—" and handed the cup of poisoned wine to her lips.

The woman known as Mrs. Megumi, with her elaborate makeup, had a face full of horror and disbelief.

She stretched out her hand to knock over the poisoned wine in front of her, but the servant nimbly avoided it, and did not spill a drop.

Seeing this, he had to tremble and stretch out his hand to point at Mrs. Hui and scolded: "Demon girl! ”

Since the king was seriously ill and did not wake up, she has been more peaceful and self-contained, and she rarely even stepped out of the door, and this demon girl even made up such a reason to kill her!

"I pride myself on not offending you, so why do you want to put me to death!" Mrs. Hui hid her face with her hands, tears streaming from her fingers, blurring the fat powder from her face.

Mrs. Sang admired her nails, unaffected by her accusations.

"I did it if I wanted you to die, and the reason I said casually was just to justify it, you must know that Mrs. Ben is a wise man, and she will never do anything wrong to a good person."

After finishing speaking, he bowed his head slightly at the slave, and the slave instantly understood, and suddenly stepped forward and pinched Mrs. Hui's cheeks to force her to open her mouth.

Despite all her strength to resist, she could not resist the strong slave. He was poured with poisoned wine and fell to the ground, convulsed all over his body, and bled from his seven orifices!

Seeing that Mrs. Hui's eyes were not closed, the servant reached out and tried to close them for her, but Mrs. Sang stopped her.

At her signal, the man in the flower dress and the slave both stepped back, leaving only Mrs. Hui who died in the temple, as well as ...... I don't know where I came from.

"Ah Xin!" Mrs. Sang changed her previous viciousness, and hurried to the man's side with a face full of excitement and hugged his arm.

Ao Xin pulled out his hand and wrapped his hand around her, so that her face was facing her chest, and with the other hand stroked her loose hair, and said in a cold tone: "Why do you do this, you know who she is, right?" ”

Mrs. Sang's originally shy expression froze, and then she drew circles on his chest with a face full of grievance.

"Who made her think about you......"

Don't think she doesn't know what that Mrs. Hui is suddenly dressed up for, not to see him in the best possible way!

Hum! Now she sees it, but she's dead!

Ao Xin paused for a moment after hearing the movement of his hand, and his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, thinking that his whereabouts might have been inadvertently seen by her. But since the person is dead, there is no need to pursue it.

What he didn't know was that Mrs. Hui had been obsessed with him since that glimpse, and even if she never saw him again, she dressed herself up every day, looking forward to meeting him again.