Senior sister Bai Yueguang has picked up the BE male second script

Xie Sheng and Zhang Sheng had already repented and separated from the beautiful head. In the middle of the night, Yan Wuzhou jumped into the wall and looked at the trembling beautiful head without any mercy. The young man made a seal in his hand, and the sword energy from all directions fell. The beauty's head is like powder.

"You... are actually Jin Linggen, I really underestimate you..."

"It's too late to know."

The golden light flashed in Yan Wuzhou's eyes, and then he regained his composure.

He thought of what his master said to him before the lower realm.

——"Wuzhou, I have been feeling a little restless recently, so I came up with a hexagram for your third senior brother, which is the Wuwang hexagram. After you cultivate the lower realm, as a golden spirit root, you will be the strongest sword cultivator and clear the obstacles for your third senior brother. You must protect him."

The gold ornaments on his head shimmered slightly in the moonlight, and he looked into the courtyard. Weeds were overgrown, and white bones could be vaguely seen. There were corpses everywhere under the grass and trees, and the soil was dark red. It was unknown how many mortals he had eaten.

Amidst the silence all around, the grass and trees in my left ear were hit by the sound of wind!

"Who!" The young man turned his head sharply and chased towards the hazy black shadow that seemed to have been misjudged.

Yan Wuzhou pursued him all the way, and the black shadow finally disappeared into a small temple.

The young man stopped in front of the temple. After hesitating for a moment, he walked to the temple door and kicked it hard.

Sawdust and dust rose in the air, and the boy waved his hand.

This small temple is not big, but it can be seen that people often come to worship, and there is a lot of incense. Yan Wuzhou looked around, and at a glance he had a panoramic view of the temple.

He walked in slowly and looked up at the statue.

The goddess looked calm and held flowers with one hand.

only……

This face looks more and more familiar the more you look at it...

The young man carefully looked at the features of the goddess statue and suddenly jumped up.

What the hell!

It's the third senior brother!

Using the force under his feet, he ran out the door and disappeared without a trace in a flash.

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"You said that statue is His Highness's face?"

"Yes!" Yan Wuzhou took a sip of tea, "I got goosebumps all over. Who is so perverted? It's normal to build a temple for King Yong'an, but why do you have to paint a female face!"

"Wuzhou, I still feel something is wrong. You said that the temple is full of incense, and there seem to be pilgrims all the time. The temple does not look like a new temple. It seems to be old. King Yong'an only appeared in Daxian for a year. How can it be so... Build a temple quickly and offer incense."

"Then how do you explain this?" Yan Wuzhou frowned and suddenly remembered something, "Where is my third senior brother?"

"He went to Yicui Tower and hasn't returned yet."

"What time is it now?"

"It's Haishi," Fu Yao frowned, "But His Highness will be back at Shenshi on weekdays..."

The young man pursed his lips and said, "I'll go take a look."

Fu Yao pulled him and said, "I'm with you."

……

The wind was swaying all around, the leaves were swaying slightly, small animals seemed to occasionally pass by in the grass, crows were chirping on the branches, and the mist blurred the shadows of the trees in the distance like deformed ghosts.

"Host, do you really want to go down?"

The little system looked at the dark hole in front of Mu Qing. Just looking at it made him feel frightened. How could the host still make a decision?

"Ah."

Before Mu Qing finished speaking, she jumped directly into the cave entrance.

The whole head is filled with the screams of small systems.

Fortunately, the hole was not very deep. As soon as she squatted and landed on the ground, some small rocks and soil fragments also fell down, and the white robe on her body was immediately stained with a layer of dust.

She didn't care. She stood up, patted her clothes, took out the fire certificate, and her eyes lit up.

There was actually a road paved with floor tiles under his feet. Huo Zhezi passed it forward slightly, but the bottom of the tunnel ahead could not be seen.

Mu Qing raised her feet and walked forward. Her footsteps echoed in the quiet tunnel, as if there was an invisible person following her.

The small system probed the surroundings from time to time, and finally appeared outside.

The little sword boy was not as tall as Mu Qing. He reached out and grabbed Mu Qing's sleeves and said tremblingly, "Host, aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of? What the hell?"

Mu Qing was grabbed by his sleeves and did not look back. Her originally plain voice made the little sword boy not only feel no comfort at this time, but also suddenly felt strange in his heart, and a creepy feeling rose from the back of his head.

"Host?"

The admiration in front of her finally stopped, and she slowly turned back under the timid gaze of the little sword boy.

The little sword boy's breath was stagnant, and every inch of his body was screaming!

My mouth felt like being pricked by needles, and I couldn't make a sound!

Mu Qing turned around. Under the illumination of the candlelight, her delicate face was split into two parts, the upper and lower parts. Two round, blood-colored eyeballs appeared at the cracked root of the nose. They were turning to face the little sword boy.

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