In a word, the snow in the sky was quietly extinguished and disappeared, and the cold wind of the yellow spring blew from nowhere, cutting the corners of people's eyes.

Wu Ying took a step forward, the wind stopped, the white bones lying on the ground cracked, and the bones of Sen Bai were all cracked out of the terrifying deep scars, and the ghost things of Sen Hei overflowed from the cracks in the white bones, and soon the white bones turned to ashes and scattered into the earth.

She was concise and cold: "Looking for me, what's the matter?"

"Please take the Dawang Yang Kill sticker. The ghost girl Wushuang showed a palm from her sleeve, her bright red nails and the rouge on her lips were like a scarlet and poignant color, and she was pinching a red sticker.

She threw out the red post and flew in front of Wu Ying, and suddenly spontaneously ignited a turquoise yin fire, burning the red post fiercely.

After a few moments, the red stickers disappeared.

And the name, birthday, eight characters, and appearance on the red sticker are all imprinted in Wu Ying's mind.

Since she can visualize these images in her mind, spontaneous combustion means that she is going to kill her.

If it wasn't intentional, there would be no way for this red post to spontaneously ignite in front of her.

In the netherworld, there are two kinds of killing.

One is to kill the yang, and the one who kills is the living beings in the world.

The two yin kill, the one who killed was the ghost of the netherworld.

Wu Ying did not refuse to serve the killing post in person after the bothering ghost, until the content of the killing post seeped into her heart, and she said coldly: "I won't accept this post." ”

The red wedding dress on the ghost girl Wushuang's body suddenly danced without wind, and her whole body burst with a gloomy aura, and her scarlet nails swelled into blades.

Her voice was as fluctuating as crying, and her intermittent voice seemed to be unable to catch up, but it was creepy: "You...... Know...... This kills the post...... Either don't pick up ...... Since...... Picked up...... Must be executed...... If not...... He will be killed...... Thousands of Yin Spirits...... Cursed ......"

Wu Ying sneered, and a blood-like flame quickly drew out in his palm, and a layer of cold killing intent appeared on his face without saying a word: "Do you think...... Less of a curse on me?"

Seeing the flame beating in Wu Ying's palm, the wedding dress on the ghost girl Wushuang instantly calmed down, just like a violent cat, suddenly being smoothed by someone who was upside down and put away his anger.

The voice continued to hold a cold tone: "This is the king's will, you must not disobey it." ”

Wu Ying sneered; If I'm going to disobey, what can he do to me?!"

Ghost Girl Wushuang: "It can't be anything, because it's not a troublesome thing in the first place, it's nothing more than the ghost king returning to the sky, the netherworld is in chaos, the world is falling, and finally ......"

The scarlet lips opened slightly, and the white teeth slammed slightly: "The sky is falling!"

Wu Ying didn't say a word.

The female ghost in red took a step closer: "I said, this is what the king meant, and this matter can only be done by you, others ...... Can't kill him. ”

Wu Ying turned around and left her with a back: "With your strength, you can do this by yourself."

thing. ”

The ghost girl Wushuang sharpened Senran's teeth: "Do you think I can do this?"

The young eunuch lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "Niangniang, you can't even take off this wedding dress on your body, so naturally you can't do this." ”

"But......" He slowly lifted his eyes, the terrifying eyes that were occupied by black like the gaze of a terrible ghost from the abyss of hell, "Your Highness, we will not do it." ”

She is pushing His Highness to the end of the road.

Your Highness, she is not easy to touch the only warm light in the cold abyss, how can she ...... Let her fall into the darkness again.

For the killing intent of the young eunuch, the red hijab on the ghost girl Wushuang's head danced lightly.

An old and emaciated chin loomed under the hijab, and a cold and damp breath of death suddenly rose from heaven and earth, rushing straight towards it.

"Unparalleled. At this moment, Wu Ying spoke lightly.

The blown red hijab slowly drooped down again, hiding the old chin.

"I took this killing post. Wu Ying raised his pale fingers and swiped them lightly in the air, and his fingertips suddenly condensed a faint red airflow.

The air currents turn into blood lines, drawing a fleeting name in the air.

"But I want the Ghost King to promise me to release someone. ”

The ghost girl's eyes narrowed to a dangerous depth: "Who to put it?"

"Ye Junqian. ”

......

......

The cups on the "Hmm......" desk were overturned and sprinkled all over the tabletop, and the hot tea poured on the expensive table carpet, bubbling with Miao Miao tea mist.

Shui Yingyue, who had just finished coaxing the child to sleep, looked at it in shock, only to see Gu Jinyan's expression painful, his right hand clenched his heart, his sword eyebrows were twisted in pain, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were bulging!

The node frequency of the violent heartbeat, the sound is amazing, even if it is five steps away, Shui Yingyue can hear it very clearly.

Gu Jinyan held on to the table in pain, his palms were torn by the broken porcelain, and the red blood penetrated into the white table carpet, but this pain was insignificant compared to the stinging pain in the heart, and he gasped heavily, like a fish about to die of thirst.

This look really frightens Shui Yingyue.

Tears suddenly burst into her pretty eyes, and she hurriedly stepped forward to hug him tightly, and asked in a trembling voice, "Jin...... What's wrong with you?"

This pain came and went as fast as a tide, and after a moment of respite, Gu Jinyan's pale face began to slowly recover.

He looked at him in pain and dazed, covered his heart and muttered, "I...... I don't know, but for a moment, my heart ached, as if there was a sharp knife that carved some kind of imprint on my heart. ”

Because of the lingering rhyme of pain, there was a sense of anger between his handsome eyebrows: "This feeling is really unpleasant." ”

It actually made him have the illusion of being born and dying in a moment, and the feeling of stepping into Huangquan Road with one foot is extremely real.

In the darkness of pain, the picture that flickers in front of me is like a marquee in this life.

At that moment, he really thought that he was going to die, and even heard some mysterious call and traction, which made his soul far away from this earthly land.

It was a sudden pain, like some kind of foreknowledge, that made him see his own death.

Although he is sitting peacefully in his house at the moment, a family of three is happy.

But in Gu Jinyan's heart, a powerless despair gradually rose.

......

......

When I went, it snowed heavily in the middle of winter, and I was bitter and cold, and the way back was already melting the ice and snow, and the road was full of mud.

The remnant sun is like blood.

The wind blew through the ancient Yong'an City Gate with a long history, and although the heavy snow stopped, the cold wind that was about to hit at night still stinged the corners of people's eyes and skin.

The winter snow is gone, and the spring cold is coming.

Ling Tiansu came to the city gate, raised his head and looked at the ancient black iron cast city wall that towered like a cloud, and there were still mottled traces of war on the wall, and the guards at the head of the city stood with guns.

The stone statue of the Xuanwu beast god on the city wall is solemn and solemn, a pair of cold beast eyes are not angry and look down on the vast world outside this majestic city, and the faint divine power is pressed in the hearts of everyone who comes and goes, making people involuntarily lower their heads and pay tribute to this thousand-year-old imperial capital ancient city.

Gu Jinyan came to the city gate early in the morning, and waited until the morning bell rose and the sun gradually set.

He rode alone on horseback, with a fresh crown and a light armor, and under the light armor was a bright red large-sleeved embroidered gold embroidered shirt, and a white tiger was printed on the shoulder clothes, and the white tiger's eyes were inlaid with a pair of blood rubies, which were worth a lot of money at a glance.

This outfit incomparably shows his respected status, and the white tiger pattern not only represents his identity as the eldest and youngest of the Gu family, but he is not worthy of such an outfit.

This light-armored red robe is only worthy of being worn by the Earl of the Imperial Capital.

In recent years, Gu Jinyan has walked down several battlefields, and the self-soiled mud has been baptized by war and blood, and he has shown amazing talent and the ability to command the army and march and fight, even if he is a famous general on the battlefield, he also admires him.

Among the gold and jade, the defeat is outside.

Once he rose, he was a young man, and with his own strength and family background, Gu Jinyan now became the youngest and best military attache count in the empire.

Even if it has been Xiao Sima Feng for many years, against him, he can only temporarily avoid the wind.

He is not a very patient person, and he doesn't like to wait for people, but when he saw the prosperous figure outside the city gate, the gloomy and sluggish temperament that had been accumulated all year round between his handsome faces suddenly swept away, and the bright smile between his eyebrows and eyes really had the style of a young man in Yong'an's fresh clothes and angry horses.