Somewhere in the secret realm of the emperor's family, Qinchuan Town.

This town is surrounded by mountains on three sides, one side faces the water, and the river strings pass through the city, so it has the name of "Kotogawa".

At this time, it is a good spring day, the sycamore covers the green tiles, the cruise ship passes through the willow shade, and the city is full of fireworks.

There was a group of two people shuttling through the crowd.

First, a dusty young man walked through the crowd with an expressionless face, and sometimes his eyes flashed slightly, swept through the crowd, and then lowered his eyes.

Yingting's face and a drop of red cinnabar on her forehead made the cardamom girl's heart warm and tumbling, but the cold air between her eyebrows and eyes made people dare not approach.

Everywhere he went, the crowd quietly moved out of the way.

Such a person is as sharp as a sharp sword out of its sheath, and if it touches it, it will hurt his hand.

And beside such a young man, quietly followed by a woman in white with hair like clouds and shoulders scattered.

The woman has a pair of watery eyes, thin lips, a tender face that is evenly red, and a white dress is better than snow, which sets off the woman's thin waist and long legs.

The woman in white was strange.

She was very beautiful, but she didn't attract any man's attention.

When she walks on the road, everyone will invariably give in to her.

It's like a courtier giving way to a queen, as if that's how it should be.

She walked forward step by step, although she was alone, but she had a feeling, as if there were countless invisible servants around her, opening up a path for her in the crowd of people on the main road of the town.

She walked straight ahead to the five people who were chatting, and walked straight past without any hesitation.

And those five people just got out of the way for her so naturally.

The woman in white passed between them and continued to move forward, and the five of them continued to talk as if they had no feeling or knowing anything.

Such a strange scene, the young man on the side seemed to have been used to it for a long time, and he didn't feel anything, so he walked side by side with the woman in white.

In a short time, the two walked through the town and came to the foot of a huge mountain.

The way up the mountain is a winding stone staircase with a slightly wet turquoise moss.

The cinnabar boy walked on the stone steps and looked up.

I found that the environment here is different from the previous town, with snow all year round, occasional dead wood, but no grass.

The cold wind blew, like an ice blade blowing on his face, and his face hurt.

However, in the silver light in the distance, he vaguely saw a corner of the cornice.

The tiles are oddly colored, yellowish, and as they get closer to the top of the mountain, the eaves loom in the snow as they fall.

As soon as he got off and continued to walk up, he found that the woman in white beside him was only standing quietly in place, turning her head and looking in a very distant direction.

"My lord?" asked Cinnabar in a young voice.

"Let's go. The woman in white came back to her senses, withdrew her gaze, and strode forward.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the two of them suddenly changed in front of their eyes, and the ancient building in the deep mountains finally lifted the veil of mystery and revealed its complete appearance.

In front of them was a slightly dilapidated Taoist temple.

Although the Taoist temple is simple, it is independent of the world, and there is a kind of Taoist atmosphere that is ethereal and dusty.

When he arrived here, the cinnabar boy suddenly felt clear, and the fatigue of rushing just now was also dispelled a lot.

"My lord, do you want to knock on the door?" said the cinnabar boy as he turned around and respectfully said to the woman in white beside him.

"Just stand. "Just four words, the voice of the woman in white is very magnetic, nice but not slender, and has a sense of majesty.

Sure enough, just a few breaths later, the door of the Taoist temple slowly opened, and a girl walked out.

The girl has long hair and a shawl, and is wearing a white lotus leaf skirt, revealing her white and delicate slender legs.

The skirt of the lotus leaf skirt is layered on top of each other, and as the breeze blows on the top of the mountain, most of the thighs are naturally exposed. In addition, the waist is tight, and the chest is straight, which just perfectly shows a good figure without a trace of fat.

As if she had known that the two were coming, the girl did not speak, but nodded politely, and introduced the two into the Taoist temple.

This Taoist temple is very unique, and it is not dedicated to the moral Tianzun but to the Desolate Saint Emperor.

In front of the stone statue of Emperor Jun, there are two shabby and slightly yellowed futons, on which sit two men, one strong and one slender.

The sturdy man was full of righteousness, his muscles were hard, his eyes were full of golden light, and the cinnabar boy had a sense of oppression just by looking at his size, which made him unconsciously turn his gaze.

The slender man beside the sturdy man had a pair of dark and golden eyes, an extraordinary evil face, and a natural evil aura in his gestures.

"I haven't seen you in a long time. The evil man took the lead and said slowly to the woman in white.

"Hmm. The woman in white replied faintly.

"How long has it been?"

"Thirty thousand. ”

"Why are you here?"

"I can't find the doll. ”

"What's the matter with Emperor Yuan?"

"The sun is breaking down. ”

The girl and the stout man didn't seem to be good at words, they only sat quietly with their eyes closed, and only the evil man and the woman in white kept talking.

A series of conversations, the two seem to be familiar, but the tone is a little weak.

After the woman in white finished the last sentence, she said no more, but the evil man fell into deep thought.

"There are also some problems on our side, Di Yuan can't leave, let's go with you. ”

After a while, the demon man finally made a decision.

"Accompany me to Cizhong Rong City first, there is an aura that I care about more. The woman in white said softly.

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In the southern city of Zhongrong City, above a sea of lush trees, a black figure flew rapidly into the distance, like a meteor.

The figure didn't fly by the sword, and it just ran wildly with its legs, and it had already reached an appalling speed.

The figure was dressed in a gray-black robe, and the wind swept backwards around him, causing no hindrance.

This person is the ink dust that has just left Cloud Shaking City.

After coming out of Cloud Shaking City, Mo Chen ran wildly with all his might, and in the darkness, he only felt as if there was an ethereal aura constantly following him.

He walked up the mountain, and the whole mountain road was endless, and the dense trees on both sides rushed towards him, giving people a sense of suffocating oppression.

Although it was summer, there were a large number of withered trees in his field of vision, and the damp and cold breath rushed into his lungs with a special fishy smell.

"Who!" Suddenly, Mochen slammed and the figure stopped in place.

The alarm in his heart was alarmed, and in the surrounding woods, there was always an indescribable killing intent.

"Poof!!"

At this moment, a hideous dark green mouth, like a guillotine, rushed out of the sea of trees under him, just biting a little in front of him.

If he had continued to rush forward just now, then this big mouth must have just bitten him.

The big mouth "clicked" and chewed a few times, making a disgusting mucus sticking sound, and then slowly turned into a pool of green water.

Only then did Mo Chen see clearly that this big mouth was a flytrap with the size of several people.

The mouth is the tip of the flower, and it constantly secretes mucus with a rich floral fragrance, and the green petals on both sides have spikes, folded together, and constantly bitten with sharp serrations on the edges, forming a huge mouth.

"Come out, guy with his head and tail hidden. "Mo Chen didn't look at the Venus flytrap that was slowly retracting, don't think about it, this strange thing is just a deformed plant created by man, and it is more inclined to kill in one place.

The real opponent must still be hiding in the shadows.