"Don't sleep, wake up!" Feng Chen gently pushed Wushuang who was asleep against the threshold. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Wushuang rubbed his eyes and yawned: "Where is Brother Gu Yu?" Feng Chen pointed not far away, Gu Yu was sitting in the center of a group of Western Regions attendants, and he was muttering in an incomprehensible Tibetan language. I saw that after listening to Gu Yu's explanation, those attendants all returned the salute respectfully, and put their right hands into fists on their chests, as if they felt that Gu Yu was the boss of these people for a moment. Looking at the group of princes in gorgeous costumes around them, they were all disliked. The wounds on the body are not the same, either the tendons are broken, or the wrist tendons and bones are injured. While not fatal, the injuries were enough to make them all useless.

After Brother Gu Yu explained this, he walked in front of Feng Chen and Wushuang, and patted the two of them on the shoulder: "Let's go, let's talk inside!"

When I arrived at the earthen house, I found that it was a ruined temple that had long been unworshipped. Although there are no Buddha statues in the Central Plains, there are white candlesticks and some hideous masks around. Gu Yu picked up a dusty mask on the table, patted off the dust on it, turned to Feng Chen, and said, "With this, we can hide from the world!" Wushuang picked up another hideous mask with red paint placed next to the candlestick, looked at it and said, "There's nothing special about this!" Feng Chen took the mask in her hand and carefully flipped it back and forth for a long time without seeing any clues, and the two set their eyes on Gu Yu. Gu Yu laughed out loud: "You two don't know, this is the first batch of mask dummies made by Mosa, the initial patriarch of the Wuhou clan, and all the facial expressions on these masks are different. Take a closer look!" Feng Chen picked up the other masks on the candlestick and compared them with the masks held by Wushuang, and exclaimed: "Sure enough, the red mask in the hands of the Wushuang girl has a hideous facial expression. And the mask I held in my hand had an indifferent expression. Gu Yu continued, "These are some of the earliest members of the sect who followed the Mosa patriarch, but there is a missing mask inside. Feng Chen seemed to suddenly become enlightened: "Is it the Eagle Hook Mask worn by the Witch Queen?" Gu Yu nodded with satisfaction: "Yes! Exactly, there is a secret hidden in this." At that time, the witch queen was one of the earliest founders, but there was a rule in the clan that the mantle was only passed on to men. The witch queen had no choice but to plot to assassinate the patriarch, and then contacted the other tribes of the Mosa clan who followed her to create the Holy Eagle Cult. She is also full of wings, and now the ancient city of Gumo you see is just a pawn under her rule, and the city lord is just a disguise!" Wushuang suddenly understood: "Isn't Alena being used?" Gu Yu was silent for a moment and nodded.

"Alright, you two get ready, take the mask I prepared for you both. As soon as it got dark, we rushed out. I have made the attendants of other nations wear masks and take advantage of the chaos. Remember, you two can't go near the center of the temple, just pick me up at the side door!" Gu Yu repeatedly admonished.

Feng Chen frowned and said, "Okay!" Wushuang seemed to see his thoughts: "Is it possible that the dust boy still wants to save the princess in your heart?" Feng Chen sighed: "Maybe everyone has their own fate!" Gu Yu said solemnly: "In the past time and space, if you go to change history. That can only make you trapped here forever, and you can't go back!" Wushuang smiled back to Brother Gu Yu: "Don't worry!

The sun soon set over the city walls, and the sky gradually became covered in a cold blue. Suddenly, in the ruined temple, many large and small candles rose from the ruined temple and threw themselves on the main road of the temple outside the walls. Suddenly, I heard the soldiers guarding outside: "Go and report to the witch, these foreign vassals are making trouble!" The Eagle Hook Mask Man who was patrolling found that the anomaly here had arrived here with his entourage earlier, and the gate was pushed open at once, and he waved his hand: "Kill!" Tens of millions of black-clothed Holy Eagle warriors rushed out behind him, slashing at these unarmed Western Regions attendants with scimitars in their hands, and instantly the temple was dyed red by the sword light and blood. Taking advantage of the chaotic scene, Gu Yu rushed out of the main gate with Feng Chen and Wushuang. But halfway through, he was intercepted by the Eagle Hook Mask Man, and Feng Chen was just about to recite the sword trick but was stopped by Wushuang: "The grievances between me and him should be settled!" Wushuang pulled out the thin and soft long sword at his waist, like a water snake under the moonlight, bloodthirsty and gone. Gu Yu patted Feng Chen's shoulder: "Wait for me!" After speaking, he jumped to the earthen wall and disappeared into the dark blue night.

Wushuang wielded the thin soft sword in his hand, sometimes like a dragon going out to sea, sometimes as fast as lightning. But this move was parried by the man in the eagle hook mask, and when the man approached with a knife, Wushuang threw out the seven-star lotus dart from the cuff, only to see that where the lotus dart passed, the wall cracked and collapsed, and the golden lotus dart bloomed in the air, like a meteor. Turning into ten thousand golden rays of light, it swept towards the man in the eagle hook mask, and a golden lotus dart slashed across the man's mask, and the piercing sound of the bronze mask in the air was still there. The man covered his cheeks, but the visible scar on his cheek was exposed, and he shouted: "You are actually from Loulan!" Wushuang smiled and withdrew his hand: "Yes! Let you know now, Loulan is not easy to bully!"

The eagle hook man covered his cheeks and picked up the scimitar that had fallen to the ground. Turning and flying towards the city walls, he vanished into the night.

In the temple, only the flame was still burning on the throne. But the hall was empty, Gu Yu wore the mask of the Mosa patriarch, and walked lightly along the stone pillars of the main hall. There was a black curtain hanging in the hall, and when he went inside, he suddenly found many large and delicate chests behind the curtain, all with golden locks on them. Gu Yu took out the dagger on his shoes and pried them open, and the moment he opened the boxes, a faint green light flashed through his eyes. After a closer look, it turned out to be the treasure of the Western Night Country, the Night Pearl, and he hurriedly closed the box. Pried open all the boxes next to it, and found the golden bell of the end of the country, the unicorn suit of the Quli country, and the Vientiane treasure mirror of the sub-United country. Only then did Gu Yu understand that this recruitment of relatives and sons-in-law was actually a bloody massacre that summoned the thirty-six countries into the city, and then quickly followed. It's just that Loulan has always been at odds with Gumo, so she was not invited to come. He was just about to look back at the center of the main hall when he suddenly heard a woman's voice behind him: "Who are you?"

When Gu Yu looked back, the pretty blonde woman pulled her behind the curtain and squatted down, covering his mouth, and the woman stretched out her index finger to her mouth to signal him not to say more. The door of the temple was slammed open with a palm, and the witch queen was furious: "Even a few foreign vassals can't stand it!" The Eagle Hook guard stood aside, his face still dripping with blood, and bowed his head and said: "The witch queen, among them are Loulan people!" The witch queen waved her sleeves and knocked the holy brazier to the ground: "Ruin!" The witch queen turned around and sat down on the main seat of the main hall, and laughed: "I'll wait for you Loulan people to enter the city!"