Pretty State Preceptor Saves the Planet

Xie Huaian's heart was pounding.

He seemed to be suffering from a sudden illness, and his brain felt dizzy like lack of oxygen. He couldn't believe what Hong Yao had done.

The hands that imprisoned his arms were warm and strong, and it seemed that they would pull him violently in the next moment, pulling him onto a hard chest.

Xie Huaian exhaled softly, suppressing his shortness of breath.

Suddenly, the hand holding him was released.

Hong Yao didn't hug her, and after kissing her three times from a reserved distance, she was silent for a while, and then let go.

Xie Huai'an's tense body immediately relaxed.

He regained his freedom, but his heart was still beating chaotically, and he lost the ability to move.

Xie Huai'an's thin eyelids trembled, the tip of his tongue moistened his pursed lips, and he closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the young emperor to speak—anything, say something?

That kiss is not a gift for a monarch and his ministers!

It also far exceeds the intimacy that can be found between close friends.

He felt that he was a god in the sky, accepting the devout kisses of believers.I also feel that I am a lost returnee, and I am greeted with respect and caution, but also irrepressible love.

Xie Huaian waited for a while, but nothing happened.

strangeness……

He squeezed the hem of his clothes tightly, and opened his eyes with enough mental preparation.

Hong Yao had already turned around, and was sitting solemnly in front of the table, his hair color drooping to cover his heroic side face.

Xie Huai'an couldn't see Hong Yao's expression clearly, he could only see him draw a circle on the booklet in a serious manner, instructing: "Fart, it's a bunch of nonsense."

Xie Huaian: "..."

Xie Huai'an frowned several times, his face puffed up like a squirrel eating nuts.

He didn't dare to disturb the emperor who was working, crossed his hands and touched his sleeves, hugged himself tightly, and wrinkled into a ball with his beautiful face that could do anything weird.

"Sir, it's still early today, how many more scriptures can I read for you?" Hong Yao said calmly.

"All right……"

Am I thinking too much?Xie Huai'an puffed his face, straightened his body and sat down.

With a soft voice, Hong Yao recalled the rice fields in the breeze, the chickens flying around in the morning market, the newly repaired wooden bridge... He avoided all the dirty and dark things, and cleverly hid the bloody instructions.

Xie Huai'an listened, yawned quietly, nodded his head, and tilted his body to a place where he could lean.

Hong Yao supported Xie Huai'an's head, let him lean on his shoulder, and slowly turned out a new booklet.

Three days of tenderness passed by in a flash.

After Xie Huai'an was familiar with all the memorials, and he was able to draw a turtle on a new piece of paper with a brush, the day came to the altar for divination again.

Before ascending the altar, Feiluan Wei specially reported that the Celestial Master had received the news, and that the prominent families in the city also had new trends.

Xie Huai'an went through the possible events in his mind in advance, changed his clothes, put on a white gauze, and walked out of the Fenxiang Building just like the first time.

When he sat firmly on the altar and faced forward with a smile, a thick black cloud hovering in the sky that blocked all the light happened to be blown by the wind at this moment.

The black cloud became thinner and thinner, revealing the light of the red sun.

The sunlight fell on the bluestone road, illuminating the prostrate figures one by one.

The humming and rumbling chanting merged into an ocean: "Heaven is holy and mighty, blessings will last forever."

Next to the Fenxiang Building, there is a high-end wine shop with a good view.

In an elegant room decorated with calligraphy and paintings of "Liuqing Huiquan", two people dressed in brocade clothes are drinking wine and throwing pots.

Heavenly masters don't need it, and people at that time think it's beautiful not to need it.The two officials in Chinese costumes were fat and thin, with a fat belly and round faces, with shallow mustaches on their lips; the thin ones had sunken cheekbones, deep eye sockets, and the hand holding the bong trembled from time to time.

They were originally street hooligans, one could raise a sleek horse, the other could train a dog to pick up a bone, somehow they climbed up to the Holy Tower, and then rose all the way to become high-ranking officials who can control the government.

The fat official threw a wooden arrow with his back to the gold-plated pot, turned his head and clapped his hands happily.

"Hey, I hit it, drink it up, drink it up!"

The thin official leaned on the couch with dazed eyes, exhaled an erratic smoke ring, and took the wine handed by the boy.

"Gao Xiangye is a good player, I am ashamed of myself, so I did it directly."

"It's no match for Doctor Wei." The fat official took a new arrow, and tried the tip of the sword with his swollen hand.

"You made a lot of noise today. You confiscated a hundred or ten families from the Tang, Fan, and Fan families. Half of the river is covered in blood."

The fat official said, but changed the subject: "Poor my thank you gift that hasn't been returned yet. I have been working for Tang Shilang for several days, but I can't get a penny."

"Master Gao said this, I ransacked the house, was it for my own sake? Is it not to get rid of those who don't respect the holy religion."

The thin official smiled, and continued: "I put everything that should be in your shop. 80 taels of silver is not a lot, and the holy tower has also taken care of it. Zhaoge is calm and nothing happened."

After hearing this, the fat official threw another arrow with a sinister look on his face.

"Well, if nothing happened, you and I are drinking in the house right now, so why bother to come here...Look at the dirty people downstairs, the holy tower has not made a sound until now, so it's hard to be serious A son of God?"

"Not necessarily, we have seen some tricks. In the current scene, the Saint Master is fighting with the one in Yong'an Palace."

Speaking of the Holy Master, the thin official put down his pipe and bowed in vain: "So what about the Son of God, even if you don't know where to use some sorcery to calculate the time, can you still hurt the holy master's army of millions?"

After finishing speaking, he shivered from the cigarette holder, quickly took a long puff, and said dryly: "With a holy master, the false son of God is destined to die, and the emperor can't turn the sky. We will always be under one person , more than ten thousand people, live happily in the world."

The fat official smiled: "To put it bluntly, even if the holy master stays in the world for a long time and wants to go back to heaven, this country is not up to the emperor to enjoy."

"The one in Yong'an Palace, you don't know when you will die on the belly of the servant. You don't even have full hair, and you haven't even been in court. How many people can you have? How many soldiers can you have?"

During the conversation between the two of them, the noisy movement downstairs suddenly weakened.

Before, the sound of pilgrimage and chanting was interspersed with crying, but now there is still a small gap in the window, but the people downstairs seem to have disappeared out of thin air, without any sound.

The thin official sat on the sandalwood couch by the window, drove away the boy with a cigarette stick, got up on his limp legs, and leaned on the window frame to have a look.

The crowd knelt down on the ground in black, moving their knees as much as possible, and squeezed to both sides of the street.

There is a smooth avenue in the middle.

There is a faint sound of bells and drums, solemn and ethereal.

Four tall horses with white hair and no stray hairs cleared the way in the front.Followed by eight graceful girls with empty eyes, followed by two identical men in yellow robes, followed by countless attendants holding long flags at the end of the line.

Behind the man in yellow robe and in front of the attendants, a armored soldier wearing a hideous golden mask walked like stars holding the moon.

The armored soldier was lifeless, and every time he took a step, the golden armor made a slight friction sound.

No one dared to say a word, even if it was reciting scriptures.In front of the messenger of the holy tower, human life is the mud under the horse's hoof.

"Hey, it's interesting..." the skinny official murmured, "The missionary team of the holy tower is also accompanied by a guard."

The fat official glanced at him twice: "It seems that the holy master is going back, let's go, Mr. Wei, we are going to donate money to build the holy temple. The good show is coming to an end, so what is there to see."

on the pulpit.

Seeing a group of people approaching, Xie Huai'an sat upright, neither dodging nor avoiding.

Hong Yao had already communicated with him in advance, saying that people from the Holy Tower might come today.

Tianshengjiao regards the celestial master as the most respected, and the holy sons and daughters of the Temple of Manna do not interfere with secular affairs, and only accompany the celestial master to preach and serve around; Doctrine, make up all kinds of rules.

It is the holy tower that really holds power in the secular world, collects wealth for the celestial masters, and connects with various aristocratic families.

Each holy tower occupies a vast area and is full of extravagance. The gold bricks and jade on the ground have been soaked in blood and tears, and the harmful things they have done are too numerous to record.

Hong Yao and Xie Huai'an agreed that when the holy tower came, if Xie Huai'an felt uncomfortable and needed to leave, he would put his hands behind his back and make a special gesture.

Xie Huai'an made a "yeah" gesture.

At this moment the air seemed to be stagnant, Xie Huai'an felt that his back was about to be pierced by Hong Yao's gaze, his hands rested steadily on his knees, and he didn't intend to turn his back behind him.

Through the hazy white gauze, Xie Huai'an looked forward.

The menacing group of people stood on both sides of the street, and only two yellow-robed envoys and golden-armored guards were left walking towards the altar.

The imperial guard didn't hold a weapon, but raised his hands forward, holding something shiny.

Xie Huai'an narrowed his eyes, trying to see more clearly, when the mechanical sound of the system suddenly sounded in his head.

"Didi, Didi, system alarm. The separation piece of Anli Xingzi tablet was detected within 20 meters in front of you. Is the energy storage weakened?"

Xie Huai'an quickly asked in his heart: "Speaking of human words, what is that?"

The system directly transmitted several images to Xie Huai'an's consciousness.

The flow of consciousness was very fast, Xie Huai'an finished watching it in an instant, and felt nauseated in his stomach, and almost vomited it out.

In the first picture, in the center of the pile of corpses, a man with a white face and beardless raised his red palm.

In the palm of his hand was an eye that seemed to be made of blood. The corpse seen by this pair of eyes began to twitch, trembled and got up, kneeling stiffly on the ground.

In the second picture, the Celestial Master is sitting on the throne, in front of him is an assassin who failed to kill him.

The assassin struggled to cut off a piece of flesh from the back of his hand.There was "branded" by the celestial master, and a blood-red one-eyed squirmed.

The rot started from the one eye, penetrated into the assassin's body and spread to the whole body. The assassin began to vomit blood, and lost his breath in hatred and pain.

At the last moment when his consciousness dissipated, the assassin saw his tattered body move and knelt before the celestial master.

In the third picture, Tianshi cut open his heart and searched for it in front of the bronze mirror.

The celestial master seemed to regard this action as a kind of game. With his orchid fingers raised, he used his long sharp nails to scratch the beating heart layer by layer, and soon blood was dripping everywhere.

In the end, Tianshi dug out a blood stone, crushed a corner, wrapped it up, and sent it to Zhaoge quickly, saying that he wanted Shenzi to figure out the source of this broken stone.

vomit.Xie Huaian tried his best to restrain his urge to cover his mouth.

Obviously, the bloodstone in the heart of the celestial master is the star fragments that the system wants to destroy, which can revive the dead and directly transform the living into the living dead.

The corner crushed by the celestial master should have the same effect.

Only when the system, the celestial master, and the holy stone on the altar are in the same place, can the system completely destroy the power of the bloodstone. Now it can only be weakened, but cannot be eradicated.

what to do?Xie Huaian kept a smile on his lips, thinking quickly.

If he weakens this bloodstone now, the Celestial Master must be vigilant and will not let him go to the altar, and all previous efforts will be wasted.

If there is no action, he may be branded and gradually transformed into the living corpse of the celestial master.

It's best to avoid the effect of the blood stone, and show weakness to the celestial master by the way...

"All, all!" Xie Huai'an yelled, "Jianghu emergency! Can you make the bloodstone work again, and save my dog's life again!"

system:"…"

System: "Kiss, the system can shield you from harm to a limited extent! Do you want seven maturity, five maturity, or three maturity?"

The system explained: "Seven matures will hardly leave imprints on your beautiful skin, and there will be a little pain; five matures will leave imprints that can be eliminated, and the damage will enter the lungs; three matures will only shield you from the final radiation, You won't become a living corpse, you can retain your consciousness."

Xie Huaian: "..."

Xie Huai'an: "If you are seven years old, you should be tender, and if you are five years old, you should be older. Leave a mark that can be eliminated, and spit out a little blood to show that I have been recruited. Thank you."

The author has something to say: =ω=

Long-winded a little digression:

If there is a baby who pre-accepted the book "Professor Mermaid...", I will change the book from Professor Mermaid to Little Mermaid.

The character of the protagonist is still the same thorny heartthrob mermaid (the attributes of heartthrob and sickly will be more obvious.

The cp mode is not a two-way secret love + a deadly rival who turns into a lover, it has been changed to a fine-sliced ​​attack or a 1v1

In the beginning, I set this advance payment because I wanted to engage in fish, professors, teachers and students.

However, there are always inconsistencies in logic in the expected setting, which is very tangled.In the end, I still focused on the inspiration of the mermaid.

bow……

thanks:

The little angel who threw the mine: I’m hungry again, Rixi, 1 spicy hot sauce;

灌溉营养液的小天使：变态30瓶；柠檬精28瓶；紫吴月20瓶；碧影沉潭10瓶；【-】2瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!