What dream is so real?

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Emperor Beili was annoyed, he shouldn't have let the Eighth Prince out of the palace, and even if he made a fuss, he wouldn't allow him to leave his sight.

"Your Majesty, the person who can use internal force to impact the royal hidden guards is by no means an idle person, and there seems to be some kind of master hidden in Kyoto City." The leader of the hidden guard stood silently behind Emperor Beili.

"Superior? How does it compare to your internal forces? Emperor Beili asked.

"It's just the internal force that shocks people to the point of fainting, and subordinates can't do it." The hidden guards under him are all first-class masters, and if they want to be stunned by internal force, the internal force must be at least several times stronger than that of the other party.

Emperor Beili pondered for a moment: "Will the old Dao who took away the Eight Emperors and Ye Qianning's body be the same person." ”

"My subordinates will check it out for themselves."

"Okay, be sure to bring the Eighth Prince back."

"Yes." The leader departs.

Emperor Beili felt that there was weirdness everywhere, Ye Qianning's corpse was taken away, it should not be secretly arranged by Dean Chen, after all, people die greatly, and they can't spoil the child's corpse like this.

Judging from the current appearance of the beheading family, the Gu family, and the Qianjia family, it doesn't look like a show, Xiang Minghou is away all the year round, and there are many people in the rivers and lakes who have offended, and it is not surprising that there are many enemies.

But if the person who took away the Eighth Prince and Ye Qianning was a person all the way, and the Eighth Prince couldn't come back, he would count this account on Xiang Minghou's head!

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Ye Qianning sat in the space, scolded the old man thousands of times, took her away in public, and put down the words to use her corpse to refine incense?

Gu Lao, beheading the master, beheading the lady, and Qianfu are almost half a hundred years old, can they survive such a big stimulus, Gu Lao's sanity is not very clear from the time she died.

Sometimes it's good and sometimes it's bad, the stimulation of the old way, Gu Lao's body ......

Ye Qianning stared at the booklet for most of the day, remembering how she had fallen asleep that day, until late at night she suddenly heard the sound of footsteps and turned her head to look.

The old man stumbled in a drowsy mood.

"It's in." Ye Qianning saw the person coming clearly, and his figure was like a ghost rushing up and attacking the old man.

Lao Dao dodged and didn't dodge, he was pounced on by Ye Qianning, and then the pain on his face hit.

"Hey, don't fight, don't fight......" Lao Dao protected his face.

Ye Qianning clenched his fists without mercy, and when he saw the other party howling, he started even more ruthlessly......

"Oops, it hurts...... Don't slap your face......" Lao Dao curled up on the ground and hugged his head, and howled and begged for mercy: "Little ancestor, spare your life, spare your life......"

Ye Qianning dropped a few punches, straightened up and kicked a few more times before stopping.

"It hurts me...... Ouch...... "Old Dao shuddered.

"Get up." Ye Qianning straightened his clothes and said coldly.

Lao Dao held his head, curled up, and let out a painful moan in his mouth: "The little doll is so ruthless...... You're going to tear my old bones apart. ”

"Stop pretending."

"Whoever pretends, you still have a reason to beat someone."

"You don't need to be reasonable when you do things in your dreams." Dreams, how can you feel pain, even if your mind is in a trance, it can't be recovered in an instant.

"What dream, what dream......" Lao Dao suddenly jumped up when he heard it: "You beat the old man like this, you say dream?" Who are you fooling? ”

“……”

Ye Qianning's pupils were a little surprised, Lao Dao's face was blue and swollen, and the injury was too real: "It's not a dream?" ”