"Goose Goose Goose, is your poem encouraging your courtiers to die for you?"

"Why can you write such words?"

"You write another one."

As soon as he returned to the meditation room of the ancient temple, the bookworm subconsciously wanted to squeeze this highness dry.

Anyway, she is not afraid, at this time, she is not a queen, and she doesn't need to care about majesty at all, this is also the most relaxed moment for her in every "reincarnation".

"Every time the poem is given to the bright moon, there is always a lot of sorrow and farewell, and now the frost and snow are still there, and it is an ancient temple, small... Third Highness, don't you have the idea of chanting a heart-breaking word? ”

"No..."Xia Yan categorically refused, he didn't even want to ask what "His Royal Highness the Little San" was, so that the other party could continue the conversation.

He didn't want to stay with Meng Yuanqing at all, this woman was too weird.

Meng Yuanqing's big sleeves hung down, and his phoenix eyes stared at him faintly, and the word "bold" had already rushed to his throat, but he still held it back.

She's not a queen now.

"Farewell..."Xia Yan saw that she didn't speak, turned around and left.

The bookworm rolled his eyes, half dead in anger.

Fengmu looked at his back coldly.

When she returns to the palace, when she becomes the queen again, she will definitely make this little waste into a poem in seven steps, but if she can't say it and write it, let the little waste go to the cold palace to think about it!

Gotta drain him.

Although the bookworm doesn't know where the talent of the little waste comes from, the sensitivity of the old woman makes her understand that there must be rivers in the heart of the little waste, and there are many talents inside.

The little waste is too weak, and in this treacherous world, especially in this turbulent world, it may die in a few years.

Gotta hurry.

Suddenly, Meng Yuanqing's expression moved, and she stood in the deep Zen courtyard with her hands in her hands, looking sideways at the west.

In the West, mortals don't see it, but she can see it.

The mountain rain is coming, the wind is full of buildings, the black clouds are pressing the city, and the city is about to be destroyed...

In the middle of the night, Meng Yuanqing, or the queen, snorted: "Good courage." ”

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The Black Mirror Witch is coming from the west, and it is not far from this Yunlu Mountain.

Accustomed to the wilderness and savagery, they regard Southern Middle-earth as a greenhouse, the women inside as delicate white sheep, and the men inside as chewy two-legged meat sheep.

The gray mist came from the north, and the pure land of Beimang became smaller and smaller, which made Beimang and those strong people in the Great Witch Tomb Palace who were attached to their homeland and did not want to move also make compromises.

Because, the time has come to this, they have to move south!

The northern reckless alien race, unprecedentedly united, its edge is shimmering, and it is unstoppable.

"Royal Ancestor, I'll be waiting for you in this Yunlu Mountain."

The Great Witch of the Black Realm is ready to threaten a mountain of magnates and wait for that woman to arrive.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that the person he was waiting for was in this mountain.

Not only is he there, but he is already perceived.

Walking on the mountain road, don't go down in the eyes of a tiger.

At this moment, the female tiger of the Great Yan Royal Family was squinting, standing on the clouds, overlooking the mountain road in the distance, and at some point, two crimson hairpins full of antiquity were pinned to her long hair.

With the pinning of these two hairpins, she is no longer a bookworm, but has changed back to the cold, high-minded, and queen-like queen who treats men in the world like dogs.

However, she would not choose the battlefield in Yunlu Mountain.

Instead, the body is vertical, and between the waves of long sleeves, it breaks through the clouds and goes west.

This coming confrontation is unknown to anyone.

Those who shelter in the sleeves of the strong always think that there is no storm in the world.

......

Xia Yan didn't think so, he wanted to become a strong man and live.

A moment later, he had already appeared in the deep mountains and old forests of Yunlu Mountain, and began to continue to "cultivate" with his unique method.

Practice guns!

Practice the body!

Then, drink water and eat dirt persistently.

Others are holding steamed buns and drinking soup, but he is directly grabbing the soil and drinking water.

It's just that the progress of the improvement of True Qi is pitiful.

In the dense forest, there was another sound of rustling, and Xia Yan knew... Another poisonous insect was attracted, and he grabbed a large stone and began to wait for "juice".

Soon, those poisonous insects appeared in front of him, but they were not the corpse poisonous glowworms before.

After some tossing, the progress of True Qi crawled forward again "150".

"It doesn't work..."

"The toxins are also good and bad, obviously the corpse poison glowworm before is better."

After a little thought, Xia Yan decided to return to the cold pool last night, after all, it was there that the corpse poison glowworm was found.

Today, he was trying to change places to see if there was a better one, but he found that it was not as good as the original place.

Not allong...

Xia Yanshui escaped to the cold pool last night.

Wait a moment.

Sure enough, he saw that in the dense forest under the moonlight, there was a long line of fluorescent green squirming rapidly, as if the earth had given birth to veins, and in the remote place where the cold wind was howling, it was very treacherous.

Xia Yan didn't wait any longer this time, he wanted to find out where the source of these corpse poisonous glowworms was, and then smashed Huanglong directly, and it was a nest!

After all, this is his last night in Yunlu Mountain, and the next time he comes, maybe he will have to wait until next year.

The woods are hollow, twists and turns, and there is no way out, and if the woodcutter hunter walks in it, he is afraid that if not his clothes are tied, he will be pulled off a few pieces of cloth by thorns and vines hanging from nowhere.

As he moved forward, there were more and more corpse poisonous glowworms, walking on the ground, like flowing green poisonous blood, exuding a suffocating and strong toxin at all times.

Finally...

Xia Yan found the source.

It was a mound, about two meters high.

These poisonous insects crawl out of the soil of the mound.

Obviously, the nest of the poisonous insect is in this mound, if a stone is thrown down, Xia Yan is afraid that he will be able to directly break through the heavenly step and enter the grandmaster tonight.

He hesitated, though.

Xia Yan circled around the mound.

This mound, I don't know how long it has been here, exudes a strange gloom inside.

"Like a grave."

Xia Yan immediately made a judgment.

"Corpse poison glowworm... Ptomaine... There's corpses in there..."

Further judgment.

"There's a favor of the clown's corpse in the redemption reward, so... It is most likely that the grave is a corpse called a harlequin. ”

But...

The corpse of the harlequin, what is it?

The book "Northern Heavenly Principles", he has used his spare time to rummage it, but there is no record of the corpse of this ugly woman in it.

At this moment, Xia Yan's face suddenly changed.

Because, he saw that in his [relationship] column, the favorability of the corpse of the harlequin was declining rapidly.

After only a few moments, he went from "Opinion 0 (0.01/100)" to "Opinion -1 (90/100)".

And this "90" is still falling like a countdown.

Xia Yan reacted instantly, turned around and left, a few ups and downs, it was far away, and he was completely far away from this tomb.

However, what made him palpitate was that this favorability was still falling.

In the distance, the grave suddenly moved, and a female corpse in green clothes crawled out of it, the body of the female corpse was not as large as the monster in the gray mist, but the body exuded an even more terrifying aura...

What's even more unbelievable is that as the corpse of the woman in Tsing Yi crawls out, a thick gray mist is rapidly opening up, as if it wants to pollute this pure land of Yunlu Mountain into a gray mist.

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PS: I changed the text today, it's the author's mistake. But it was written crookedly before, and I had to change it!

But the author tried his best, and the four changes were made, can it be regarded as making up for it?

Please continue to read it, the author will definitely show you a mysterious and magnificent world and story, thank you, thank you!!