The clothes are not as good as new, and the people are not as good as the old.

Shangguan Tang is the one with the deepest memory and the original old man for him.

Even if the thing is not beautiful, the mountains and rivers are deceased.

In the end, the person who understands him best is still her.

Ling Tiansu looked at her eyes and said very seriously: "Although the road ahead is difficult and dangerous, I have a long way to go. ”

Shangguan Tang leaned over and said with a smile: "The sunset has gone, and the bright moon is coming." ”

Ling Tiansu smiled, turned around and prepared to jump down and leave: "Okay, let's go." ”

Who knew that the tail was tight, but it was grabbed by Shangguan Tang's hand.

Turning around, he met the eyes that were filled with thick ink.

I saw Shangguan Tang leaning down a little more, and the coldness in her body approached.

Xu saw that he walked so neatly and neatly, without dragging mud and water at all, and the little temper that could not be hidden in the pupils of his eyes suddenly came out: "Now, I am even more powerful than you." ”

Ling Tiansu's eyes widened slightly, and he shook the fox body.

She pointed her finger to his nose and said in a muffled voice, "I can do more amazing things than you." ”

The tip of Ling Tiansu's nose was itchy, and she couldn't hold back a sneeze, and saliva smeared her hand.

Shangguan Tang wiped his palm between his hair, drooped down the pair of ink pupils that were not greedy for wind and moon, and the soft and slender eyelashes fell a shadow, which was clearly an ice and snow face that couldn't see any emotion, but inexplicably people felt that she was a little lost.

"Don't you want to praise me?"

Her desolate and lonely eyes were stained with a layer of smoke, and she lost her previous indifference and alienation, but with a rare meekness and gentleness.

Ling Tiansu was stunned, the snow fell silently, floating like a dream, and distant memories swept through his heart like a strange light.

In front of the window lattice back then, the newborn red-clothed flower spirit was just like last night, with soft and beautiful eyebrows, and all the past floated like an old dream.

In the snowflakes, he turned into a fox, leaned between her legs, clenched his fists to cover his lips and coughed softly.

When the fist was put down, it had already fallen into her hair, touching her head: "My Ah Tang, it's really amazing......"

Shangguan Tang lowered her head and lowered her arm slightly, and the big sleeves covered the pale hand cage, her eyes flashed with water, facing the light of the dawn night, and the ink eyes reflecting the starlight were filled with a layer of tears.

......

......

It's night, and it's cold.

The palace, which had been damaged by the battle, was being repaired overnight by the palace craftsmen.

Wu Ying stood in the ruins.

She looked silently at a small excavated slope in front of the ruined palace, in which was the tombless tomb of the young eunuch.

However, now that the grave has been excavated, a crystal red powder is left in the blood-stained earth, and the powder burns this faint tail flame, burning quietly in the dark night.

A black boot stepped out of the darkness and extinguished the flames on the ground.

Wu Ying raised his eyes, which looked particularly murderous in the night, and stared calmly at the green-robed figure: "You're not dead?"

The young eunuch held his palace hat between his arms, his hair was messy and loose, there were still a few traces of blood at the corners of his mouth, and the blood from the scarlet wound on his neck had dried up, but there were blood flames constantly rushing out of the wound, bringing up pieces of black mist.

There was a dead green shadow in his eyes, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then he knelt down on one knee and saluted: "The slave once made an oath to serve His Highness for a long time, although the cheap life is insignificant, but without the prince's approval, the slave does not dare to bear the Yellow Spring easily." ”

Wu Ying's eyebrows were still cold, but her eyes were rarely soft, she would not express her concern to others, but nodded lightly and said, "It's okay to have nothing to do." ”

The young eunuch glanced at the ruined dormitory, and he said, "What about His Royal Highness the Prince?"

Wu Ying did not speak.

After the young eunuch escaped death, he said a lot, and he continued: "If the slave is not mistaken, His Royal Highness the Prince of the World saved the slave's life at that time. ”

The corners of Wu Ying's eyebrows moved, and her steady heart suddenly jumped a little faster inexplicably, she looked at the young eunuch and asked, "You...... What do you mean?"

The young eunuch has been by her side for more than ten years, and he knows how to observe her face, look at her color, know that she will not care or even investigate why his head fell off and can come back to life, but she will definitely not ignore what that person did.

The young eunuch smiled and said, "When His Royal Highness left early in the morning, he left behind a fire and a drop of essence blood, and laid a small superimposed array in this palace. ”

Wu Ying stood there dumbfounded, as if there was some wildfire breeding in his heart.

The young eunuch clenched his fists and coughed twice, and stopped his words with some malice, deliberately arousing people's appetites.

Wu Ying's boots brushed the stone and sand, making a subtle uneasy sound, she endured it, but finally couldn't hold back: "He ......"

"Your Royal Highness, this must be for your Royal Highness the Crown Prince. The young eunuch accepted it when he saw it, and immediately took the conversation and gave enough face.

He smiled and touched the faintly painful wound on his neck, and said: "With the wisdom and wisdom of His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, it is not difficult to predict that the Jin woman named Rong Xiu next to him has a ghost, and he is anxious to go to the Northern Underworld Sea to find the Kuihuai Divine Tree for His Royal Highness the Prince, and he is worried that the woman will hurt His Highness, and he will not hesitate to damage his own blood to set up a large array to protect you, but I didn't expect that I let the slave pick up a bargain." ”

Wu Ying said with a complicated face: "If it weren't for my business, you wouldn't have been seriously injured and dying by her, so why not pick up the bargain." ”

The young eunuch shook his head and was about to speak......

At this moment, the long wind between heaven and earth suddenly seemed to be covered with some kind of heavy and invisible weight.

The night was deceiving, and the snowflakes falling in the sky were strangely suspended, and the movements of the craftsmen who should have repaired the palace in an orderly manner stopped walking and working.

It's as if space is frozen.

The already dark and dreary palace hall of the Yue Kingdom Palace fell into an increasingly treacherous and terrifying atmosphere at this moment, and a slight chill seeped out from the earth, as if the water of the yellow spring overflowed the land of the netherworld and began to penetrate towards the red dust of the world.

When Wu Ying looked down coldly, on the clean palace road, under the cold breath of the yellow spring, there were countless white bones and corpses that were truly concretized, lying on the ground, looking weird.

The young eunuch patted the cold dust on the hem of his knees, but he didn't even receive the sudden impact of the qi.

A pair of pupils began to spread in the eye sockets, occupying the entire eyeball, and the smiling face was now completely occupied by the cold gloom, and the eyes looked vigilantly at a certain place.

With a click, an eerily red embroidered shoe shattered a white bone floating from the ground.

The embroidery pattern of the embroidered shoes is extremely delicate and gorgeous, but the color is a little ominous, and under the shock, it makes people faintly frightened and numb, with a sense of darkness that does not belong to the world.

A woman in a blood-red wedding dress crossed the Santu River, crossed the Nai He Bridge, stepped on the Huangquan retrograde road, and traveled thousands of miles to the border of this realm.

Looking at the woman who had faded her wedding dress for thousands of years, Wu Ying's cold gaze changed slightly, and she slowly pronounced a name as if unexpectedly: "Ghost Girl Wushuang." ”

Under the red hijab, the pair of scarlet and narrow lips slowly opened and said: "The entire netherworld, you Wu Ying, dare to call the name of this palace before marriage." ”

There is a king in the netherworld, who rules the palace of ten kings, ten ghosts and gods, one hundred thousand yin generals, and one million yin soldiers, and is the king of ghosts stationed in the first line of defense of the underworld.

It was the only king in the Ghost Realm.

And that king, in his life, took a wife.

Those who can cross the Yellow Spring across 800 miles to the world and call themselves 'Bengong' will naturally have their identities ready to come out.

"The Ghost Queen Mother. The dark meaning of death in the young eunuch's eyes did not fade, and his tone was deferential but also extremely vigilant.

A pair of hollow black and red eyes stared deeply at the young eunuch through the red hijab: "Yin General Jue Halberd, this is your choice? ”

"Who is this Niangniang is talking about, the ghost spirit of the halberd has long been rotten in the Santu River, and there is no more Yin General Jue Halberd in the world. ”

The young eunuch's eyes were cold, but he was still able to maintain that smiling appearance: "What's more, the king himself is difficult to protect, so Niangniang doesn't have to worry about the villain." ”

(ps: Look at the indiscriminate killing of the north and the north, the sugar is over, it's a knife.) ）