Gu Yu, the thick and viscous rain silk hindered each other in mid-air, blended, and slowly superimposed, and the heavy breath spread out for a few breaths, and the rain curtain shrouded the low buildings in the alley like a big net.

The rain silk was intertwined and implicated in each other, and at the moment when the rain curtain was piling up, a group of Si Ming wearing pure black brocade robes walked steadily forward on the stagnant water of sticky shoes, and Qin Guangzhi raised his eyes and was silent.

He was surrounded, and the breath that remained in Yihongyuan was his, but the breath that appeared there was the breath of a woman. Originally, he relied on this to justify, but this was in the minds of the next people, and a ten-charming hat was buttoned down and directly affected the sensitive ears and eyes of Zhendong Wangfu.

The wind was a little tight, Qin Guangzhi thought for a long time, his body gradually straightened, looking at the black robe of the comer and the torture battle that symbolized his identity in his hand, he slowly relaxed his strength with his strong tiger's mouth.

Zhu Liu's eyes under the brim of his sleeve were calm, his gaze penetrated through the rain, and he looked at Qin Guangzhi with a gentle smile in his eyes. The silence in the alley was eerily silent, even the sound of Qin Guangzhi's breathing was a little more intense, he frowned and stared at the breath around him, got up and put down his chopsticks, copied the wine jug and poured a sip of spirits, and then lifted the big knife and gently slid it over his wrist.

The light knife light flashed through the dim alley, Qin Guangzhi's blood blended along the skin and the sticky rain, and the milky white luster made Zhu Liusleeve, who came forward, frown slightly.

With the activation of the formation, the big knife in Qin Guangzhi's hand was danced as fast as the wind, and Zhu Liusleeve felt the fluctuations of the spiritual power of the riot there at ten steps. There was no verbal communication between them, Qin Guangzhi's long knife rolled over in this dark and obscure pond like a dragon, and the violent aura turned the surrounding houses into powder, Zhu Liusleeve watched him struggle, he couldn't run, and he couldn't die.

Since chasing Qin Guangzhi, Zhu Liusleeve has not drawn his sword once, he only needs to watch him, follow him, and then arrange to watch him resist and flee; he has no opinion on this, and there are no mood swings.

Soon Qin Guangzhi broke the shackles of the rain curtain, and there was no trace of his figure in the same place, and even his existence was scattered.

For a long time, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhu Liusleeve's mouth. He found it, or Qin Guangzhi succeeded, he was relieved, and he also got something that he could deal with.

He doesn't need to pursue the truth, his duty is to arrest people. That's all.

Looking at the gloomy sky, smelling the musty smell in the alley and the mess in front of him, Zhu Liusleeve's expression was indifferent, but his actions revealed a trace of disgust. Following Zhu Liusleeve to leave, the four black-robed people behind him didn't dare to ask, so they could only keep up with his slow steps after waving his sleeves, and then didn't leave for a moment.

This place is in the middle of nowhere, and there are no people in this alley all year round, Qin Guangzhi can wait for them here to show that he also knows something about the surroundings, so this thing must be strong evidence for him.

Interesting......

Zhu Liusleeve showed a flat smile, but the arc of the smile was very small, and if there was no comparison, he couldn't even detect the "smile", or rather, he couldn't laugh at all.

Zhu Liusleeve is the left protector of the King of Zhendong in terms of status and power, and he is also the most powerful figure in Liuzhou. If he wants to change the things he has decided, he can only negotiate, not to mention that no one will care about this episode; isn't Zhu Liusleeve's appearance here a layout made by the right protector in order to take advantage of the unstable foundation of his new position.

Maybe Qin Guangzhi is the gift he prepared for the left protector.

While the four Si Ming were harboring ghosts, Zhu Liusleeve's thoughts were scattered all over this alley.

He rubbed the handle of the torture umbrella in his hand with his thumb, and the smooth and delicate feel fascinated him more than the girl's skin. Feeling the cold, hard material of the torture, Zhu Liusleeve closed his eyes and stopped in place, the summer wind blew off the brim of his hat, and his black and thick hair spread out in the air, without the smell of blood and cruelty, but with a good smell of sandalwood.

When the four priests were discussing the incense of the left protector, the handsome young man in front of him disappeared in place, and the four of them hurriedly cast spells to keep up, but they couldn't keep up at all.

Zhu Liusleeve walked all the way to the distance of the long wind, and the strong wind blew the torture battle away, and the dark and gloomy items turned into a big black umbrella in the storm, and the umbrella surface had a good smell of grease.

A moment after Zhu Liu's sleeve disappeared, in the mountains not far away, a chariot and horse slowly moved along the rugged road.

Slowly walking in front of it was a crystal blue ethereal beast, its body surrounded by pale black clouds. There are nine-colored glazed monuments printed on the forehead, the expression is indifferent, the temperament is dusty, with a trace of laziness and intoxicating wine, the corners of the mouth are a little mocking, and the action is like a dream.

Behind it, the long blue plush tail hooked a long black dark gold line, and at the other end of the line was connected to a cloud of mist, the cloud and mist escaped, and it was impossible to see what it looked like, although the pure white color was transparent, but it made it impossible for the outside line of sight to penetrate. The beast is moving forward, and the chariot and horse are also moving forward, and the chariot and horse seem to be so real that even the breath is the same as the vehicle, and the power used to isolate it is not known whether it is illusion or iterative space.

The chariot and horse moved forward step by step, their bodies slow and real, but the mysterious beast pierced through the space for thousands of miles in an instant, jumping over the rope corridor, changing the color of the scene. As it sleepwalked, in the clouds behind it, a girl in a blood-colored robe seemed to struggle to open her eyes, her body trembling, and the red hood of her dress fell softly on her silky hair.

The girl is petite, half-asleep and half-awake resting on a delicate bed, the crystalline, white calves and the white silkworms are covered with each other, and the purple curtain is windless, blowing the girl's slender, dreamy hair.

The clouds and mist are lazy, a brocade robe covers the girl's body, and the girl who falls asleep again groped the smooth and elastic jade pillow with her round fingers, and the faint body fragrance is mixed with the sweet and delicate sandalwood on her side, the taste is extremely good, and after a long time, a mellow fragrance is brewed, and the precipitated taste is better than the moment when the bottle is opened.

The girl who fell into a deep sleep was extremely peaceful, neither noisy nor noisy, neither arrogant nor arrogant, and everything was still at this moment when the curtain was blowing, as if watching her fall asleep like this, she could forget the passage and change of time.

Day and night, I don't know how long, the style of the curtain began to be cold, revealing a faint killing aura, and in a moment, the girl opened her eyes. Her eyes were pitch black with a blue-blue sheen, but behind the dark pupils there was a layer of scarlet light that converged. At first time, she was very awake, silently thinking about the long eyelashes touching the soft and smooth skin, every trembling made the strange eyes have a touch of charm, and even the robe on her body turned into a light veil, the light gauze was so thin that it seemed to be nothing, but there was an indescribable sense of ritual on her, and the layers of halo were scattered, sacred and inviolable.

A little tired, the girl opened her mouth slightly in the clouds and spit out a dreamy white gas, and then her body fell into rest. When she softened her body, the color of the long skirt slowly faded, and the green silk also turned into a pale white glow.

She fell asleep, the decoration style in the cloud house changed greatly, the luxurious blue silkworm was submerged in the girl's body, the jade hand held a sleeping golden silk phoenix egg pillow with a soft pillow made of gel and shrunk into the shape of a young girl, her face became more and more immature, the plain white pajamas were exquisite and lovely, and the curtain turned into a carved giant eagle in the sky, solemn and solemn.

The breath in the clouds became slower and thicker, and the dizziness seemed to disturb the surface of the water, and everything became illusory and dry.

On the way forward of the carriage, there was a group of teenagers holding long flags forging ahead.

The young people's faces were immature, but they had not said a word since the long journey, and their resolute expressions seemed to be able to remain unmoved.

As the sun set, the boys gritted their teeth and knelt down in pain when they reached the mountainside, and the dull sound made most of the dirt sink down, and with a few muffled hums, the teenagers' consciousness regained some.

Looking at these young people, Qing Lian frowned slightly, but he didn't speak, looking at the distance with a somewhat lonely expression.

There is still a long way to go......

Chan Yuesheng and the teenagers were paralyzed together, their fair skin scarred, and their arms trembled from time to time when they fell asleep, as if they were reminiscing about the pain that penetrated into the bones.

Qing Lian leaned against the big tree and closed his eyes to recuperate, unless something could threaten their lives, he would not make a move even if he broke his hands and feet. There are no resources, only hard life can go far, the teenagers who came here are all escaped from the human teeth, and the temperament of the whole body is different after experiencing the terrible hell, these days from no foundation to barely qualified, they cry silently, and there is also a foundation for dealing with wounds, which is a rare "talent".

Qing Lian didn't feel that he owed them anything, he took the nest of human teeth for them, saved their kind, and let them start over, this opportunity was also fought for by them, giving up stable salvation and joining this trial of blood and fire. They would be thought of as emotionless machines in the future, but he knew they were all hot-blooded iron-boned teenagers, just like him.

After taking a sip of the spirit, the corners of Qinglian's eyes were stained with crystal.

The full moon is the sacrifice day of the warriors of Chudi, most of the brothers who were heart-to-heart and brave have died, and the few have also been injured and retired, only he is still struggling here, looking for the next batch of dead soldiers.

Chu Di can't do without dead soldiers.

The horns of the bulls blew in their ears, and they came here by wading across the turbulent river in armor.

Someone is destined to bury bones here, but the first batch will only be soldiers.

Qing Lian unbuttoned his cloak and took out the figure of a spear from his waist and slowly disappeared.

Tonight passed, and their lives were in their own hands, and he, responsible for his death, preceded them.

The place where bones are buried from generation to generation, where blood is needed, where ...... are needed The flag of restoration!

Circles of black flames burned here for a long time. This is the battlefield, where solemn war songs are resounding, and they will draw their spears and stab them in their hands symbolically in faith.

This is the backbone.

The sound of the wind blows through this vast meadow, through this future desert, and the sound of horses' hooves comes from the ancient times, and the warriors will stretch out their immortal palms from the soil.

Stars...... Let's see!