Peach Blossom Song + Fanwai

Chapter 40

The princess knew that the Taoist who came here to peep must have bad intentions, but she was not in a hurry.For her, no matter how important the matter was, it was nothing more than coaxing His Highness to sleep.

Candles were lit in the room, and the King of Han was kissed by his concubine, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep obediently.In her sleep, she did not forget to pinch the corner of Wang Hao's clothes with one hand.The concubine lay beside her, quietly listening to the changes in her breath, until Han Wang took a long breath, then gently took the corner of the clothes out of his hands, got up and left.

In the night of Luoyang, the lights are lit up.It was curfew, and the lights were silent lights.The sky darkened heavily, and the huge city was silent.

Ju Kong was walking quickly on the street, the wind blew his sleeves, and his Taoist robe made a rattling sound.

He thinks that Taoism is profound, and he has never put demons and ghosts in his eyes. Until now, he knows that he is shallow.Concubine Han's magical powers are unfathomable. He came alone without a magic weapon, so he must be invincible.

The long street was quiet, as if it had no end, Ju Kong walked extremely fast, his figure was like wind, shadow, and lightning, and he couldn't see his figure in the blink of an eye.

The whistling of the wind caused his long beard to flutter. He stared ahead, listened to all directions, vigilantly paying attention to the movement around him, and walked forward without any slack.

Walking halfway through the city in one go, it was still silent, and no one chased after him.Jukong breathed a sigh of relief, after all, he was in the royal capital, with the aura of the Son of Heaven intimidating, how dare evildoers mess around.

Even though he thought so, he didn't dare to stay in the end, he still hurried on his way, wanting to get away early and go back to the Taoist temple.

The city of Luoyang is bustling and noisy, there are countless officials and business travelers, and there are countless guest houses in the city.Here is a guest house, the door of the store is wide open, and the lights shine through, casting a dim light in front of the door.It was already late, and no travelers came to the door. It was quiet inside and outside the guest house, only a flag of a cloud of guests was raised high and fluttered in the wind.

There are countless guest houses like this in the city, Ju Kong didn't take a second look, and went straight forward.

Suddenly, he stopped and stared blankly ahead.

Under the lantern on the eaves of the inn, a figure stood quietly.

Dressed in Chinese clothes, with phoenix hairpins and hairpins, she is noble and elegant, and cannot be looked directly at.

In an instant, Jukong was covered in cold sweat.

The concubine seemed to notice that he was coming, so she glanced at him lightly.This look is completely different from the one in the Cai Temple just now, indifferent and condescending, like looking at an ant that gets stuck on a shoe, and it can be crushed to death with just a slight lift of its foot.

Jukong's heart twitched, and he held Fuchen's hand firmly, but he didn't want to fight back and defend himself, but out of instinct, he grabbed something at will to vent his fear.

The concubine glanced at it: Why did the lord spy on Wang Jia?

Among the Taoist priests in the world, he is the only one with the deepest Taoism. Since this monster beat him, it is not surprising to see his origin.Ju Kong also refused to lose his status, he bowed slightly, saluted hastily, and said without answering: I don't know that Princess Han is disguised as a monster.

These words are extremely blunt, in Ju Kong's mind, monsters are evil, even if they have not committed evil at this time, there will always be a day when they will cause harm to the world.Since he is evil, he can't let him go, and he is the master of one view, he has already been the supreme master, no matter what, he can't bow his head and beg for mercy with flattering words.

The breeze blew, the lanterns under the eaves swayed lightly, the face of the princess flickered, and Ju Kong's words were presumptuous. She was not at ease. After 3000 years, there is no one king in the world. Who can make her mood fluctuate? Ju Kong uses magic spells To her, Gao Ming can be wiped out with a wave of hands, very simple.

The princess smiled slightly: You don't know how to be polite, and you are too old.

Jukong was furious. Under the coercion of the concubine, he couldn't use his cultivation at all. His face was tense and angry, and he didn't know that this monster wanted to treat him like this. The big monster wants to harm people, and he is not good at morality, so he has to fight to the death, and it is better to die dignifiedly.

After thinking about it, Ju Kong looked at the princess coldly with a straight face: "If it falls into your hands now, there is nothing to say, your honor will do it."

The princess looked up at the sky, and said calmly: "It doesn't have to be done."

Ju Kong's expression froze, but his heart couldn't help but relax slightly. Before he could completely settle his mind, he suddenly saw the eyes of the big monster in front of him suddenly turn cold. Those eyes were like a bottomless abyss in an instant, engulfing the whole person. All inhaled.Ju Kong immediately understood what kind of advanced spell this was, and hurriedly turned his eyes away, but he seemed to be sucked in, and couldn't move his eyes no matter what.

The concubine never likes to kill, but the journey of cultivation is long, and it is inevitable that when she needs to do it, the method of searching for souls is difficult to practice, but after practice, it is very easy.

But in an instant, Ju Kong was in an illusion and moved, his expression was dazed and he couldn't move.Seeing that the time had come, the concubine was about to search for her soul, when suddenly her soul trembled—someone in the palace touched the killing formula that she sealed in her pouch.

The saber was placed beside Hanwang's pillow, and the killing technique was touching. A white light radiated from the saber, enveloping Hanwang softly.

Not far in front of the couch, there was a figure who retreated three steps in a row, exerted force on his feet, and forced himself to stop.The pain in the chest was sharp, and the throat was filled with sweet smell. The woman didn't feel any annoyance, but she glanced at the couch, and saw that the King of Han was still sleeping peacefully in the soft halo, her brows were calm, and her eyes were peacefully closed He said, without being disturbed by the movement just now.