Shaodian has been governing Hujiang intermittently for a few days, and the cold poison in him is not deep, so Shaodian did not spend much effort, and during this period, she has never fallen behind in the affairs of the astrology hall. The Astrology Hall has been making dolls, as a weapon to hunt and kill the gods of mountains, seas, rivers and rivers, although there are people who specialize in making them in the Xuanji Academy, but when the puppet condenses the soul, she also needs her to enchant and protect the Dharma, and she is busy with all kinds of small and small things every day, and she has no leisure for a moment.

It's not that the number of Protoss has plummeted, and the God Emperor doesn't know, but if he dies one, he must send another one, and Heavenly Dao is watching him, asking him to bury his own people with his own hands and destroy the Protoss.

Shaodian rode down the street in a horse-drawn carriage, followed by two prisoner carts covered with thick curtains. She lifted the corner of the curtain and looked at the prosperous streets of the royal city, where everyone was red and steady.

Shaodian smiled almost imperceptibly, her eyes were indifferent, she lowered the curtain of the carriage, and her body swayed slightly with the carriage and horses. The doll driving the car looked ahead, and the whip in his hand hit the back of the horse lightly and heavily, speeding up the pace of progress.

The curtain behind him was full of all kinds of rune paper that suppressed divine power, and the wooden cage was engraved with spell seals that sealed spiritual power. There are six river gods from all over the world.

As soon as Shaodian arrived at the gate of the astrology hall, he saw Xumo waiting outside the gate, he was wearing a hunting suit on horseback, and there were some grass clippings on his feet. Hearing the sound of her carriage and horses, he tilted his head to look at her.

Half a month ago, Xu Mo received the order of the King of Men and took a team of twenty people and fifty-four puppets to Han'a Mountain in the West Sea, and just came back today.

Xumo rode to the Shaodian carriage, followed by only a puppet of Zhaohan.

Shaodian opened the curtain and saw Xumo, who was dressed in black, looking at her with his back to the sunset, his deep eyes turning, and the anger and blood in his body had not yet receded. The two looked at each other, and the corners of Xumo's mouth were pulled upward, revealing an evil smile.

He dismounted, handed the reins to Zhao Han, and lifted the curtain to get in.

"How many are there this time?" Xumo generously sat opposite Shaodian with his legs open, sighed comfortably, the thick cushion made him collapse on the seat, he poured himself a cup of tea, and took a sip with Erlang's legs crossed.

"The god of the West Pole River, the god of the East Pole Han River, the god of the Vortex Shanhe River, the god of the Ming'an River, the god of the Tianyu River, the god of the Lingyuan River, the four rivers and two waters, a total of six, enough. Shaodian half-closed his eyes and took a sip of tea.

This time, the astrological hall spent 2,000 puppet soldiers to unite with the Terran soldiers to capture the water gods of the six directions, for the royal banquet this winter.

In recent years, every time the king of the winter banquet will ask for a water god in the astrological hall, but this year he has put forward a new request, which requires the water god of the six directions. Shaodian never asks the reason for the order of the human king, and will only carry out the order, which is also the reason why the human king is willing to reuse her.

Xumo pursed his lips and nodded.

"What about you?" Shaodian sat upright on the soft seat, holding a cup of tea in his hand, his fingers caressing the rim of the cup, and his clear eyes looked at Xumo.

The space in the car is large enough, and all kinds of things are available, and Xu Mo is lying on the seat, supporting one leg, reaching for the dark compartment on the wall of the car.

"It was going well on my side, but I ran two. The dark compartment opened, and the slender fingers reached in and twisted a piece of red pastry out.

"Huh. He sneered and threw the pastry into his mouth, picked up the silver hairpin on the table and scratched his head, his tone casual and contemptuous, "In less than two days, those two will die." "The cold poison of the Cold Light Sword is not something that anyone can endure.

"You can't do it too much, it's not good to be targeted by the Fuping Palace. Shaodian said lightly.

"What kind of storm can the people of the Fuping Hall set off? Those guys who hide behind and dare not see people can only play some small tricks that do not go into the stream, afraid of what they will do. Xumo didn't put the Fuping Hall in his eyes at all, in his opinion, the Fuping Hall was just a clown jumping off the beam, and he couldn't get on the stage. Besides, no one could stop him, stop their plans.

"Now that Jialan is back, we have to be cautious. They don't drill five holes, and on the surface they are against the king of people, but in fact their existence is tacitly acquiesced by the king of people. Shaodian said.

"As long as Jialan recovers her memory, all actions will have an ending. ”

Xumo pinched the pastry and held it in front of him, the light in his eyes went out, and finally stuffed the pastry into his mouth.

Shaodian saw that Xumo was silent, and knew that his heart was messed up because of Jialan. She spoke, "Our end is already doomed, and so is hers. This is what we have to do and the only thing we can do. ”

"Hmm. Xumo chewed, looked at the roof of the car and replied sullenly.

The car was silent, and only the sound of the wheels could be heard.

The carriage smoothly drove into the astrological hall and crossed the wide Tianzhi Road towards the Xuanji Temple. The two prisoner vans had already separated from them on Tianshui Road and entered the Xiudan Monastery. As the carriage advanced, the pavilions on both sides became brighter. Zhao Han followed behind the carriage, keeping a certain distance from the barrier on the carriage.

"Zhao Han has become a god puppet. Xumo suddenly spoke.

"What!" Shaodian was startled, and his indifferent expression collapsed for a moment. If so, then ......

"Bai Hua has fallen. Xumo's expression was neither sad nor joyful, so that people could not see his joy and anger.

"When did you know?" asked Shaodian with a frown.

"A few days ago, when Luoshan caught the mountain ghost, I noticed it as soon as he used his spiritual power, and his desire to drink blood became less intense. Xumo turned over and sat up, squeezing the jade pendant in his hand hard, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Shaodian saw that his eyes were red, and handed him a cup of tea to reduce the fire. "Since Zhao Han is awakened, you have to be on guard and let him go if necessary. ”

Xumo hung his head, holding the teacup, the dense water vapor fluttered upward, and his dark eyes seemed to be immersed in water, and the cold was terrifying. He said "um", which was a kind of agreement.

"The locust tree of Tongshan has been transported into the palace, if the body is injured, I am afraid that it will also hurt the soul of Zhaohan, be careful not to let him show his feet in front of people. ”

Shaodian looked at the black aura around Xumo, like a demon, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, Xumo looked like this, she should be like this.

Xumo because the souls fused in the copper tripod contain great resentment and are born to kill, maybe there are many souls in the resentment of the gods, so when Xumo has not awakened, he especially likes to abuse and kill the gods, even if she takes action to stop his cruelty, she can't stop his killing intent, he has fallen into the devil, because of obsession into madness. But how much better could she be herself.

Every time she looks at the sun, she thinks of Jiuren who is far away in Yanggu, she misses him very much, but she doesn't dare to think about him. In the middle of the night, she dreamed that she was dressed in black and red-haired, slashed Jiuren, and smiled and threw his divine body into the Dan furnace. After waking up, she thought carefully, does this mean that her heart is also eroded by demonic energy?

She can't count how many gods she has killed and how many spirits she has harmed in the past hundred years. Her heart is towards the light but she falls into the demon realm, and in the end, she should be blamed for not being good.

"Got it. Xumo frowned.

Shaodian sighed and looked out at the tall building through the narrow pane opposite. A row of puppets walked upstairs with a cup of delicacies in front of them, even if the brocade cotton cloth was worn on their bodies, they would not feel the slightest, like moving puppets, they did not know the warmth and cold, they did not know the pain, they were born to be used as tools, but their bodies were too real, and the real ones made it impossible to distinguish whether they were people or puppets. But there are also awakened consciousness in the puppets, they will think for themselves, and have an independent consciousness, like Shaoyin......

Shaoyin was the only successful doll she had when she made a puppet for the first time, and the quality of Shaoyin's body was between a demigod puppet and a puppet, but it was closer to a demigod puppet, so Shaodian treated her as a human being. Everyone should know what Shaodian taught her, according to the concept of the human race, Shaoyin is like her daughter, she let her be born to teach her to grow, and even gave her love.

She secretly took care of Shaoyin in a way that was not discovered, and when Shaoyin was there, she felt that such a chaotic day was not so difficult.

During a turmoil in the palace a hundred years ago, Shaodian personally pushed Shaoyin into her plan, she got what she wanted, and Shaoyin ended up with no bones.

Shaodian lowered his eyes and hid all the feelings he unconsciously revealed.

She settled her mind and whispered softly to someone who had not blinked for a long time:

"Bai Hua, Jia Lan...... Even if the past is the past, it should not be too nostalgic. ”

Xumo frowned, impatient.

"But, love moves as you like, while Jialan is still there, go and have a look. ”

Xu Mo raised his eyes with a gloomy expression, he glared at Shaodian, and then laughed evilly. "Look, no, yes, must!," he said, gritting his teeth.

At this time, the carriage stopped, and Xu Mo immediately lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage, the black clothes made a shadow in the air, and he didn't even notice that the jade pendant on his waist knocked on the car, and ran away.

Xumo's choice is not unreasonable, but a complete rejection is not a complete denial of the past, but they can't forget, and they need to always remember who they are and who they hurt. They are not afraid of the final judgment of the Heavenly Dao, but they dare not face the one they once loved.

Xu Mo was timid, so he didn't dare to face Jialan.

Shaodian put the tea that had already been cold on the table, and the puppet who was driving the car was waiting outside the car, but she was not in a hurry to get out of the car.

She lifted the thick cushion and pushed open a small plank of wood in which lay a small piece of bamboo. The bamboo piece was slightly yellow, and the word "female concubine" was engraved on it with a thin knife, and she took out the bamboo piece and held it firmly in the palm of her hand.

I am a concubine, I am a heavenly concubine. She meditated in her heart over and over again, and when she opened her eyes, her eyes were slightly red.

Xu Mo was timid, she was already timid, only the name of the past could remind her that what she did was of great significance and must not be lost.

They are all supported by their obsession with the past, and hundreds of years have passed, and no matter how firm their hearts are, they have also rippled.

As night fell outside the car, the puppet had an extra lantern in his hand. When the people around them pass by, they all step away, they respect and fear Shaodian, they will greet when they see it, but if they have not seen each other, they will hide away.

The puppet carried a lantern to lead the way, and Shaodian walked slowly on the white stone road, looking at the young girls who were laughing and playing under the eaves, they were full of energy and vitality, and the lifeless puppets behind them looked even more sinister.

Young men and women, or children of royal families, or sons of ministers, who had never seen the sinister world and smiled so brightly. They can naturally express all emotions, including love. They don't have to use their swords to slash, and even when they use their swords, they only use them against gods who can't be killed. They will be taught by the elders to continue to capture the gods and spirits, and then absorb the spiritual power that does not belong to them to grow, devouring the flesh and blood of the gods to become stronger. The cycle goes on and on, endlessly, until the other races are destroyed, and the human race is dominant, and there is no one who can help them, except themselves.

The Heavenly Dao has allowed them to become immortals, and now it will acquiesce in their becoming gods.

It has been like this since 10,000 years ago, what they believe in, what they want to become, and in the end they only believe in themselves.

People are really favored by the way of heaven. And all she has to do is let them perish because of this favor.

Since it is destined to perish, then, the Protoss will not perish in such a humiliating way.

She looked at the bright and cold moon in the sky and exhaled, and the voice of the God Emperor still seemed to echo in her ears......

If the Heavenly Dao wants the Protoss to be destroyed, I will take the entire Protoss as a game to arouse the evil desires of the human race, and want the entire human race to be buried for my clan!