"Of course I can wake up the Night King...... Sneeze. ”

Shan Lingcao sneezed loudly as she spoke, maybe someone was secretly scolding her, she thought about it and knew that only Dusk would do such a stupid thing.

"So what do you want to do?"

Han Xiaoxi cautiously confirmed the information, but the expression of the mountain spirit grass was very smart, which completely gave people a sense of uncertainty, and Han Xiaoxi's original heart was also out of the spectrum.

"I will never do this in vain," Shan Lingcao is not such a stupid person, after living for so many years, the basic brain circuit is still there, so Han Xiaoxi has no way to completely routineize Shan Lingcao, "Where is Dusk, take me to see him." ”

It was already evening, and it was raining lightly outside, Han Xiaoxi sighed, and then took Huo Jing by his side and asked her to prepare a few umbrellas, and a few people went to the back of the Night King's hall to find the twilight beast.

"I can take you to him, and we'll talk about it then." ”

Han Xiaoxi said this first, it seems that he already knows the plan in Shan Lingcao's heart, this little abacus is not hidden, but Han Xiaoxi also understands it.

Such an attitude made Shan Lingcao very unhappy.

Han Xiaoxi looks weak and petite, and he doesn't have such a strong body, but his brain does turn much faster than ordinary people.

Soon, Huo Jing brought a few umbrellas and put them on Han Xiaoxi's side, she picked up the umbrella casually, and catalyzed the umbrella with weaving mist, and without using her hands, the umbrella could hover directly above Han Xiaoxi's head.

With her every move, she followed the change of position to avoid a trace of raindrops that would wet Han Xiaoxi's hair.

She smiled without saying a word, put her hand on the table, and the mountain spirit grass elf jumped up, jumped on the tips of Han Xiaoxi's fingers, climbed from her clothes to Han Xiaoxi's shoulder, and sat next to Han Xiaoxi's neck.

The hand hugged Han Xiaoxi's arm tightly, and he looked very attached to it, but in fact, he was just afraid that he would fall.

In order to sit firmly, I had to make this decision.

Han Xiaoxi nodded and motioned for Huo Jing to go with her, and Huo Jing opened her umbrella, and the surface of the umbrella was instantly stained with a fiery red color, like a red lotus blooming in the rain curtain.

It really looks very romantic and elegant.

"Tsk. ”

The mountain spirit grass let out a low sigh.

Originally, she only thought that Han Xiaoxi was very strong in spiritual power, but she didn't expect that this Huojing body was a skeleton, but the spiritual power it actually carried was not inferior to Han Xiaoxi, which was not a miracle in the world.

Although I have heard of the Corpse Whisperer for a long time, it is the first time I have actually seen it now.

"Let's go. ”

Huojing's cold voice echoed in the light rain, Han Xiaoxi wore the embroidered shoes, stepped into the stagnant water stained by water droplets, splashed layers of ripples, and the water splashes also flew up and fell, shattered on the ground, and reintegrated into the moist earth.

It's just that what surprised Han Xiaoxi was that at this time, there should have been a lot of people patrolling back and forth in the palace, but no one was seen when they went out.

She clenched her palms tightly, then pulled the dagger from her waist and hid it in her slender cuffs.

She squinted and looked around, keeping an eye on the oil-paper umbrella, making it spin and keep it spinning to keep others from sniping at her.

Huo Jing is a person with sensing ability, so she naturally sensed that something was obviously wrong, and hurriedly took a step back, and then injected her spiritual power into the fiery red dress, showing an absolute spiritual power field.

With the expansion of the sensing range, the originally smart fiery red in her eyes also became stiff in an instant, and she never expected it......

"What's wrong?"

Han Xiaoxi looked sideways at Huo Jing and found that Huo Jing's expression was as if something big had happened.

"Quick! Take the Night King-sama away!

As soon as Huo Jing's words fell, Han Xiaoxi flew up, and had already teleported to Xuan Mo's side, and just a few steps out of the door, he turned back, put Xuan Mo's clothes directly into his spiritual power space, and stuffed some sundries on the table into the spiritual power space by the way.

Then he used his own weaving fog and constantly strengthened it to make something that resembled a stretcher, which was convenient for transporting Xuanmo.

This is a spell that Han Xiaoxi has been practicing a few days ago.

She always had a bad premonition, worried that things would come true, but she didn't expect it to be used today.

Xuan Mo lay down on the stretcher steadily, and was then transported out by Han Xiaoxi.

She was about to call Huo Jing to go with her, but Huo Jing pushed Han Xiaoxi away.

"There is no living mouth in the entire palace, you go quickly, I will take care of it. ”

As soon as Huo Jing's words fell, he saw that the front door was opened, and Han Xiaoxi had to hide behind the stone pillar, and then quietly left through the side door.

As I was leaving, I heard the crisp voice.

"It's going fast, it's not far......"

It's the Golden Flute!

Han Xiaoxi couldn't get it wrong with this voice.

"What are you doing here? Are the people of my underworld killed if you want?"

The palace has strengthened its guards before, and it is impossible for thousands of elite soldiers to be wiped out, and the only thing that can be explained is that the other party must have made a perfect plan and planned to wash the underworld in blood today.

It was night now, and there was not a trace of light in the canopy, mixed with the fine raindrops, baptizing the delicate face of the golden flute.

She smiled shallowly, revealing infinite ruthlessness between her eyebrows.

"What did you say?"

Han Xiaoxi left without looking back, her task was to protect the Night King, but at such a distance, the sound of bone cracks rubbing could be heard.

In just an instant, the golden flute clasped Huo Jing's throat tightly with his hand.

With Huo Jing's powerful spiritual power, it is impossible to be killed instantaneously, this golden flute......

I'm afraid it's not really a golden flute.

Han Xiaoxi's worries were not fake, and her intuition was also very accurate, and her guess was completely reasonable.

Huo Jing chuckled, her eyes had already seen through the disguise of the golden flute, and she tore through the disguise of the golden flute's face with the tips of her white fingers, tearing the humanoid mask to shreds, mixed with the fine raindrops, and fused into the air.

Really......

She is Qi Ya.

As the golden flute, he also gathered many elite soldiers from the demon realm, as well as elite soldiers from the heavenly realm, which is powerful enough to destroy a demon clan.

The purpose of attacking with such forces is to ......

To Han Xiaoxi and the Night King.

Huojing still has time to laugh?

Qi Ya then shook the chain in her hand, and shattered Huo Jing's arm, and the terrible scream resounded in the night sky in an instant, and Han Xiaoxi's scalp was numb when he heard it in the distance.

She knew that Huo Jing would be subjected to inhuman torture.

But Lord Night's ......

He is the ruler of all the earth.

He had to wake up, and he had to wake up.

His job is to protect him.

Han Xiaoxi is very sober, but her heart is very painful, she must give up her best friend to protect the Night King, and every step she takes is like a piercing of her heart.

She could hear Huo Jing's heart-rending voice, one after another, but it made people feel even more painful, and even her legs and stomach trembled a little.

In this close process, I didn't expect that the mountain spirit grass suddenly spoke.

"Let's go, turn right in front, there are already demon guards on the left. Listen to me, go to the Night King's Hall to find dusk, we still have a chance to win. ”

Shan Lingcao said calmly and calmly, I don't know when, as if they had formed an alliance with each other, she hugged Han Xiaoxi's neck, and then tapped her weaving mist.

Using the enhanced control of the Mountain Spirit Grass can have a certain amplification effect for Han Xiaoxi's spiritual power, and she dragged the body of the Night King, feeling obviously much lighter than before.

Although this spell is a little less proficient, it is enough to use it now.

Han Xiaoxi said.

"Thank you. ”

Her warm-hearted appearance turned out to be a wholehearted trust in the mountain spirit grass, and she didn't question the words of the mountain spirit grass at all, and walked directly to the right.

Sure enough, as soon as Han Xiaoxi walked over, there were already three or five Demon Realm guards around the corner, all of them were in cool black clothes, and at first glance they were the original cronies of the Demon Realm Grand Prince, and their faces were a little familiar.

But Han Xiaoxi didn't have the time to study these now, so when he got out of the side gate of the palace, he hurried in the direction of the Night King's Palace.

Han Xiaoxi escaped, but Huo Jing didn't have such a good life.

Qi Ya raised Huo Jing's throat and clasped the fragile bone tightly.

Just hear the squeaking sound of the bones, which are challenging the weight limits of the human bones.

"Ahh

Huo Jing's terrible scream from her throat only made Qi Ya feel more excited, and she had to be more excited, which was not enough.

Qi Ya took out the chain on the side of her hand, and then wrapped around Huo Jing's body little by little, outlining the overly charming emotional curve, and then squeezed the spiritual power on Huo Jing's body little by little.

This pure spiritual power is unstoppable.

Huo Jing's spiritual power level is not inferior to Han Xiaoxi, even if Han Xiaoxi can't be caught as a supply, it is also very good to use Huo Jing to sacrifice the soul.

A tear fell inexplicably from the corner of Huo Jing's eyes, and Qi Ya gently brushed it away with her hand when she saw it, and deliberately put the tear drop in her lips and tasted it.

"It turned out to be sweet. You know you're going to die, do you?"

After Qi Ya said this, she felt the cold air behind her, and controlled Huo Jing with her chains, but she used her hand to unleash a powerful wind and swept behind her.

And the sassy cold air is still there, but it is much stronger than before.

Qi Ya looked back impatiently......

Oh no.

Isn't this the owner of the Yellow Springs Inn?

The young man dressed in white still has the same face, and he has not changed a trace for ten thousand years, without a trace of wrinkles.

He was holding the fluttering paper fan, standing firmly in the center, and behind him was a group of remnants holding their arms, holding the knife and gun, but they didn't dare to step forward to fight Bu Yu again.