"No!"

Dongfang Xiaoyue roared in despair.

The white mourners who were cut off couldn't scream, so they could only hold back the severe pain and sink into the boiling oil.

"You ...... Bastards who don't keep their word! Dongfang Xiaoyue scolded and smashed her fist.

Yan Yunting wrapped her flower fist with one palm, twitched it lightly, threw it on the ground, and sneered: "I don't mean anything else, I just want you to taste the loss of your loved one." ”

With that, he waved his hand slightly, and the swordsman threw the dove into the oil pot as well.

The screams echoed through the temple, what a wonderful sound for the Avengers.

"Chief, there are nearly five hundred ghost cultivators in the ship city, what should they do?" The swordsman suddenly asked.

Yan Yunting pursed his lips and asked rhetorically, "What is Yuwen Changqing's plan?" ”

The swordsman said: "Mr. Yuwen only said eight words: 'Kill chickens and monkeys, and the people surrender'." ”

Yan Yunting suddenly asked the swordsman again: "Have you ever killed a chicken?" ”

The swordsmen were stunned and nodded one after another: "Killed ......"

"How did you kill it?"

"Uh...... It is to cut the throat of the chicken with a knife first, wait for the blood to be drained, then scald it with boiling water for a rest, wait until it is soft and then pluck the chicken feathers, and finally disembowel the belly and take out the chicken gizzard ......" The swordsman explained in detail.

Yan Yunting said: "Then do it, cut off their heads, peel off their skin and cramps, disembowel their stomachs, hang them on the four gates of Rakshasa City, southeast, northwest and northwest, and then make four batches of the whole city, go to observe once in the morning, noon and evening, and within three days, they will surrender." ”

"My subordinates understand!"

The swordsmen retired.

Dongfang Xiaoyue curled up on the ground, beating her chest and wailing, crying bitterly.

Yan Yunting squatted down beside her, gently shaved her hair, and pouted again and again: "If you gather the tears of the world, you can fill the corner of the sea, your tears really can't be sympathized,"

After that, he pulled the fairy rope and pulled her up from the ground again, "Let's go, I'll take you to the city wall to watch the 'killing chickens and monkeys'." ”

"Kill me! Kill me! Dongfang Xiaoyue stumbled, roaring madly, where is there a queen.

Yan Yunting only cared about pulling the rope in front, and when he just walked out of the palace gate, a petite figure ran from the direction of the harem out of breath, and he heard a yellow bird-like exclamation from afar:

"Chef May! Chef May ......"

Yan Yunting was a little surprised, the little maid who pestered her to fly a kite every day vaguely remembered that her name was Fu'er.

Fu'er came all the way, tired and out of breath, her face was so flushed, her eyes were still so clear, she was holding a dilapidated wooden kite in her arms, and looked at Yan Yunting with excitement: "Chef Mei, you are back!" ”

Somehow, the innocence of the girl is like a clear stream, in the turbid heart, moistening a glimmer of light.

Yan Yunting smiled, "I haven't seen you for more than ten years, haven't you forgotten me?" ”

"Flying a kite with Chef Mei was the happiest time of my life, I won't forget it, but ......" Fu'er lifted the wooden kite with holes in both wings in her arms, and said regretfully: "Once the line was too high, the wooden kite hung on the tree, and hung a big hole, and since then it has never flown high, and the princess and I have searched everywhere for skilled craftsmen, but we can't find anyone who can restore it,"

She almost stuffed the wooden kite into Yan Yunting's hand, and opened her big eyes with longing: "Chef Mei, can you help me fix it?" Let's go kite flying together. ”

Yan Yunting struggled in his heart for a moment, but his thoughts were thousands, and finally he happily took the wooden kite and spit out the two words: "Of course." ”ŴŴŴ.BiQuGe.Biz

"Oh! Great, great...... When I finish flying the kite, I will eat the sweet and sour tenderloin made by Chef Mei, and I will also release Kong Ming lanterns with you! Fu'er cheered, and only then did she realize that behind the tall Yan Yunting, there was a woman with a cloak of hair.

"Huh? Who is she? Why does it look so familiar? ”

Fu'er hooked her head to take a look, but Dongfang Xiaoyue didn't want to be seen embarrassed, so she subconsciously turned her back.

Yan Yunting stopped the petite girl sideways, and casually explained: "She's just a dispensable person, you don't need to care about it," and then he instructed: "You go to the harem and pick up some bark, I'll use it to mend paper kites...... Oh yes, by the way, I will also call you princess, she must be happy. ”

"Good! Chef Namei, you wait, I'll go right away! Fu'er turned and ran away excitedly.

When the little maid was far away, Yan Yunting turned his head and asked Dongfang Xiaoyue: "How is it?" Do you feel that you are not even as good as a handmaiden? ”

There was indescribable complexity in Dongfang Xiaoyue's eyes.

Yan Yunting's fingertips lifted slightly, took away the immortal rope, and then a forbidden talisman hit Dongfang Xiaoyue's eyebrows, and ordered: "Go back to the harem quickly, play your role as the princess well, don't let people down." ”

Dongfang Xiaoyue smiled dismally, "Why are you?" ”

"Someone." Yan Yunting called lightly.

The swordsman in Tsing Yi descended from the sky: "What does the leader command?" ”

Yan Yunting said: "I'm going to fly a kite today, I don't want to be in a bad mood, so I'll put it aside for the time being." ”

The swordsman in Tsing Yi should be leaving.

Dongfang Xiaoyue's eyes became more complicated, one moment she was still in hell, and the next moment she was pretending to be a princess and flying a kite. Who is he?

"When a person who is uncertain and wants to change his mind, maybe just a thought, do you want to watch the killing of chickens and monkeys, or do you want to fly a kite with us?" Yan Yunting asked.

Dongfang Xiaoyue hurriedly rushed towards the harem.

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