no one knows better than me

"But boss, you are my golden job, it is impossible to treat you like that!"

As Zhuang Qingliu said, he casually wiped the ashes on his face, took two steps forward, and wiped it on Mei Hualan's face in two or three strokes, then took advantage of the opportunity to pinch her cheeks on both sides, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's go. "

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

The two left Lancheng and quietly approached the camp where the Rouran people were guarding the city gate.Zhuang Qingliu leaned against the edge of a tent, and quietly pointed at Mei Hualan to a Rouran guard not far away.

Mei Hualan immediately looked over.

Zhuang Qingliu whispered next to her ear: "Look, that Rouran man is only guarding the outermost perimeter, but he wears an excellent steel knife on his waist. A month ago, only the leader of Rouran was the only one to match him." worthy of such a knife."

Mei Hualan seemed to be thinking about something, then nodded silently, gently wrapped Zhuang Qingliu's waist, and flew away.

Zhuang Qingliu turned to her and asked, "Where are you going?"

Mei Hualan helped her button the hood on the back of the cloak to shield her from the biting cold wind: "Go and see the forest where all the Rouran people live."

Zhuang Qingliu turned her face away again, then lowered her head, covered the back of her hand to test the temperature: "You're not afraid of the cold at all, are you?"

Mei Hualan's gaze suddenly closed, and the end of her eyes slightly hooked: "Do you care about me?"

"?" Zhuang Qingliu looked up strangely, and gave her a weird look, "I'm envious."

"..."

Mei Hualan quickly withdrew her indescribable expression, pretending that she hadn't asked this question, took her flying for a while, and landed at the foot of a mountain.

Zhuang Qingliu found out that there are a few peach blossoms miraculously blooming on the mountainside here in the severe winter, and he couldn't help asking: "What the hell is this? Is this also a treasure land full of aura?"

But after I finished speaking, I didn't feel like it, because except for the peach blossoms, the rest of the trees here were very ordinary, and they had entered the winter baldness one after another.

Mei Hualan's expression seemed to be a little more dignified than before, but she didn't speak, just looked away, and gently pulled Zhuang Qingliu to avoid behind a big tree.

Soon, there was a heavy "squeak" sound from the wheels on the mountain path not far away. Zhuang Qingliu swept his head slightly, and saw that it was a Rouran who was pushing the cart up, and the cart was empty.

To be cautious, Mei Hualan led Zhuang Qingliu a little behind, and then followed this Rouran all the way up to a cave on the mountainside.This cave is very secret, hidden in the thick rotting leaves, Rouran, who pushed the cart, quickly carried a few bags of things from the cave to the cart, then pushed and left.

I don't know what was in the sack, but it was very round and plump.

Probably because the entire bottom of the mountain is surrounded by Rouran people, and there are many such hidden caves, so the entrance of the cave is unexpectedly unattended.After Zhuang Qingliu and Mei Hualan silently watched the Rouran man leave, they quickly and calmly walked out from behind the tree to check.

But just entering the cave, it was pitch black, Zhuang Qingliu subconsciously turned his head to touch Mei Hualan's hand: "Mei Pan, burn a fire talisman?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the floating lamp in Mei Hualan's hand suddenly came out of its sheath automatically, and then a cluster of fiery red lights lit up on the tip of the sword, twisting and twisting, floating in the air to show itself.

Zhuang Qingliu blinked, raised her hand and touched it with a laugh: "I forgot, you are so good."

The floating lamp happily turned a spiral in place.

However, just as it finished spinning, the spirit cranes on the plum blossom skirt suddenly flew out whirring, and quickly surrounded the sword tip of the floating lamp, covering its halo, and then revealed a Gorgeous dream aura.

……

Zhuang Qingliu: "???"

Just as the floating lamp was about to stick out again unconvinced, Mei Hualan stretched out her hand and buckled it down, inserting it back into the scabbard.Under the brilliant red light, the floating lamp curled up in the scabbard aggrievedly and did not move.

Zhuang Qingliu then took out a bird from the sleeve of the plum blossom while walking, pointed to the luminous cranes leading the way and lowered his head and asked, "Is it they themselves fighting for favor or you?"

The bird cub rolled lively in her palm, looking cute.

Zhuang Qingliu: "..." Is it a denial or something.

Mei Hualan withdrew her scrutinizing gaze, and said in a blink of an eye, "Those spirit cranes are the fetuses of Sigui, so they are naturally connected to their five senses."

Zhuang Qingliu looked at Linghe strangely, then at the palm of his hand, and suddenly said: "Then if you give each person one of its feathers, wouldn't everyone be able to send a message at any time with it, without suddenly emitting smoke like a message talisman? Will it still be wet by the water?"

Mei Hualan glanced at her inexplicably: "Sigui cherishes her hair very much." It is impossible for each person to hair one hair.

As soon as this sentence was finished, Mei Sigui flew up from Zhuang Qingliu's palm, and turned into a huge one. Immediately, the gorgeous and fluffy crane feathers on it fell off one after another, and flew towards Zhuang Qingliu overwhelmingly, innocently She piled it up.

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu hadn't finished thinking about it in surprise. It was like a fiery snowfall suddenly fell... Then more and more feathers were buried in the fluffy pit, and soon even the top of his head disappeared. .

"? Well..." Help!

Mei Hualan stopped in her tracks, her face fluctuated a few times, and she glanced at the big, naked bird in front of her: "Naughty, put it away."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..." The feathers of this bird can be released and collected!

Mei Sigui quickly blinked obediently at Mei Hualan, and then took back the faded brilliant feathers on her body.

Zhuang Qingliu raised his hand, manually pulled out the last hair from his own hair, held it up and looked down, Si Lin's feathers were thicker than that of ordinary birds, probably about the same as human hair, about ten hairs. Above Wan Gen.

"So your hair after transformation is made from bird feathers, right?"

Zhuang Qingliu glanced at the funny bird cub in front of him, instead of returning its last hair, he blew it and took it back into his arms.

After Mei Sigui took two steps dignifiedly, after thinking for a while, Shuala became a human again, and simply changed back to a head of thick long hair for Zhuang Qingliu to see.

Zhuang Qingliu turned her head and felt that she had more hair than her own, so she raised her eyebrows: "Okay, I understand, but if you change again and again, I will pluck you out."

Mei Sigui: "..."

Mei Hualu's inconspicuous smile hooked up a little more, she looked at one big and one small talking from the corner of her eye, and after walking for a while, she said, "Be careful with the soles of your feet."

"Yes, got it."

What appeared at the foot was a trench, which was filled with something like kerosene. It is estimated that a simple mechanism was buried here, and if you inadvertently trespassed, it would be touched, and then the kerosene would ignite.

But these things were just a matter of waving to Mei Hualan, and the three of them quickly entered the big hole inside smoothly - the gray sacks that stood up neatly to the height of the mountain gradually came into view one by one.

After the Meihualan circled around from left to right, it quickly picked a sack randomly and cut it, and the crystal clear rice inside instantly flowed down like a small waterfall.

Zhuang Qingliu narrowed her eyes - it turned out to be food.

Meihualan turned around again and opened a sack again, which was still snow-white rice.So what is stored in this huge cave in front of me is rice.

The three of them quickly went around a few more caves, which stored rich rice, grains, meat and vegetables, warm clothes, and extremely sophisticated weapons and heavy capital.

In just one short winter, it is impossible for Rouran to conjure up these things out of thin air.So where do they come from?Or to put it more bluntly—who is behind the scenes, helping Rouran secretly?

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly thought that the time when the Rouran people possessed these things is not certain, but what is certain now is that since the jade spirit disappeared once, the high priest of the Rouran people will have a cultivation level when he comes back, and the soldiers of the Rouran people will become Strong, maybe at that time, they have already received help.

So—could this be the betrayal Lan Song talked about?

Zhuang Qingliu thought of another person in his mind, turned his head and asked, "Mei Pan, what do you think?"

Mei Hualan just turned her head to look at her, and after thinking for a while, she suddenly asked, "Are you suspicious of Yu Ling?"

Zhuang Qingliu nodded quickly: "It's very suspicious, because the barrier that surrounds Lancheng doesn't attack it - I've seen that kind of barrier before, and Lan Song used it to surround me and Pei Yi before, and that barrier couldn't even attack Pei Yi." The jade pendant on Yi's body was shattered, so there's no reason not to attack it."

She turned to speak very slowly: "However, Old Master Lan is also very suspicious."

Mei Hualan lowered her head and thought about something for a while, and looked at Zhuang Qingliu with a slightly complicated look in her eyes: "Sect Master Lan didn't answer Lan Song's summons at this time, it was not intentional, because she was doing something very serious at this time. Important matter."

This is undoubtedly the most suspicious aspect of Sect Master Lan Lao. If this is not the case, then?

Zhuang Qingliu didn't miss the complexity in her eyes, looked back and forth in surprise and asked, "What's the matter? Is it more important than Lan Song?"

Mei Hualan just shook her head and said, "Lan Song will not be in danger of her life anyway, besides, for Old Sect Master Lan, children and relatives are not necessarily the things she cares most about."

After she finished speaking, she quickly stepped up and said, "Go, I feel that the matter in Lancheng will end soon."

These things are not necessarily the old master Lan and Yu Ling, there may be other people.

Mei Sigui, who had always been bored by the side, grabbed a white and bright hard sword from the hole where the weapons were stored before leaving, as if he was very interested.

Zhuang Qingliu saw it, and asked as he walked: "By the way, all of Si Ji are equipped with high-grade spirit swords, why don't you have one?"

She said and turned to Mei Hualan: "Are you so picky about your own or your own?"

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu was about to say something again, when a gust of cold wind suddenly fell from the entrance of the cave!

Meihualan had obviously discovered it earlier, and pulled Zhuang Qingliu indifferently - this is a Rouran who came up the mountain to pull things, probably he had discovered something keenly, so he cautiously lay in ambush at the entrance of the cave, waiting to give a few people a fatal blow hit.

Mei Sigui, who was fiddling with the long sword, blinked, and quickly took advantage of the situation to fight Rouran.

Zhuang Qingliu immediately watched with great interest, really wanting to see how this girl is doing, she hasn't seen her before.

In the end, I looked at it twice... Her expression began to be indescribable.

A normal monk's normal need for swordsmanship is probably to be able to fight against the enemy, but Mei Sigui, a bird that has turned into a human form, may not lose its gorgeous moves, but he just doesn't know what he is dancing. Not a single human hair touched.

Zhuang Qingliu was frightened by her "self-blooming swordsmanship" and was afraid that it would affect her hair that had finally grown thick again, so she quickly walked around and hid behind Mei Hualan and asked, "Is it you who haven't taught her all these years, or her?" Didn't learn it?"

After she finished speaking, she automatically remembered those big geese, so she seamlessly continued: "Okay, I see, you really raised her like a bird."

"..." Mei Hualan didn't say anything with a delicate expression, but quickly raised her hand to recall Sa Huaner's Mei Sigui, and then fainted this Rouran person from the air.

The sky was already gloomy, but it was already late at night, and the surrounding fields were slightly darkened. Mei Sigui soon turned into a bird and fell asleep again. Zhuang Qingliu flew past Zhuang Qingliu in the middle of the plum blossoms, and flew back to Lancheng directly from the mountain.

Sure enough, from a distance, one could see the flames at the gate of the city, and at the same time, there was a sound of thunder in the sky, which seemed to be the prelude to the approaching storm.

However, after flying close, Zhuang Qingliu found that they came back a little late and missed some things that had happened before.At this moment, a large number of Rouran people have gathered in front of the gate of Lancheng, and the high priest of Rouran is holding a person in his hand-Yu Ling.

Judging from the situation, it seems that because of Yuling's weakness, he did not escape the Rouran people when he brought the medicinal materials back, and was caught by them, so he was pinched in his hand and was threatening Lan Song.

I just don't know what the conditions put forward by these Rouran people are.

Just at this time, the leader of the Rouran people calmly shouted into the city: "Young Master Lan, let me say it again, as long as you open the city gate and come out now, and don't care about this place in the future, I will let you, you two— —" He pointed to the Jade Spirit in the high priest's hand, "Let's go together."

Zhuang Qingliu quickly thought about what kind of condition is this?Does it mean to ask Lan Song to leave it alone, or let him represent the Lingbi Lan clan, and never mind the affairs here?And when Lan Song left, the Rouran people wanted to attack and occupy Lancheng?Or will he stay outside Lancheng without breaking the river?

It is estimated that most of them are the latter. These Rouran people seem to have no desire to attack and occupy the city at all. All along, they just don't want to leave the familiar place, so they refuse to leave here.And even if Lan Song was helpless if he occupied Lan City, the entire Lingbi Lan Clan would not be able to let these people go easily in the future.

But at this level, the terrified Lancheng people in the city did not expect that they just followed the words of the leader Rouran normally, thinking that if Lan Song walked out of the city gate and stopped resisting, then ordinary people like them would be invincible. Just to counteract and resist the high priest of the Rouran people, that is to say, it is as easy for the Rouran people to attack and kill them as cutting melons and vegetables!

Zhuang Qingliu couldn't bear to look at Lan Song's expression, and turned his gaze to the top of the tower. Seeing Yuling being arrested, Lan Song, who seemed to be too weak to speak, was standing on the edge of the tower precariously. Deep sorrow, it seems that the hand tightly grasped on the hilt of the sword is trembling.

The leader of the Rouran people waited patiently for a while, and seeing that he hadn't moved, he suddenly shot an arrow at Yu Ling's leg without even saying hello!What he used seemed to be a special arrow, which could actually hurt Yu Ling!

Lan Song's liver and gallbladder were splitting, and he subconsciously moved a step.

The hearts of the entire Lancheng people immediately rose, their complexion changed suddenly, Lan Song clasped his hands on the edge of the city wall, leaned over and said in a hoarse voice: "What do you want?"

The leader of the Rouran people completely refused the unnecessary conversation, but said: "You, open the city gate now, come out and leave here, and don't care about it in the future."

Lan Song couldn't be sure what he meant, and wanted to ask again, when suddenly——shua!

The moment he opened his mouth, another arrow seemed to be shot out of his mouth, piercing Yu Ling's left leg!

The leader of the Rouran people held up the arrow glowing with cold light, stepped onto the stage slightly, and signaled him with gestures, the next time is the chest.

Lan Song went crazy on the spot, turned around suddenly without saying a word, and strode down the tower.

Inside the city gate, a voice shouted sharply: "My lord! You can't go out!"

Countless people begged to join in panic and panic, and soon rushed up, blocking Lan Song in the middle.

Lan Song's throat choked, and he said to them very seriously: "I have sent a message for help, and the reinforcements will arrive soon. I will go out to rescue him and come back to guard the city gate. I won't let you have any trouble!"

The people of Lancheng, who were as dark as a tide, were taken aback for a moment, and soon began to distinguish the truth from what he said.

Some kind people quickly moved out of the way: "Then you go!"

However, another group of suspicious people showed hesitation on their faces, and hesitantly stood in place and cautiously said: "If the reinforcements come soon...then you, wait a moment, and rescue him later...it doesn't seem too late. "

Lan Song turned his head in disbelief: "What did you say?"

The person he pointed to quickly blushed and didn't dare to say anything for a while, but soon another voice in the crowd said fearlessly: "He is right, who knows if what you said is true or not? If it is Fake, what should we do? Those Rouran people come in, we will die!"

Lan Song's eyes went black: "Your life is your life, isn't his life your life?" Suddenly, an unspeakable anger surged from his whole body, "He worked so hard to transport things for you before, you guys Have you forgotten?!"

Another person's face moved slightly, as if he quietly moved away a little because of this sentence, but someone still said impatiently: "This predicament was caused by you, and you tried to solve it, so do you want any credit?"

Lan Song's eyes widened in disbelief, and he recognized that the person who spoke was the one who gave away the deer leg and asked for it back: "Credit? Do you think... I'm here to claim credit?"

"Who knows?" The man straightened his neck fearlessly and said, "If not, why did you drag on indecisively in the first place? It was those Rouran people who were supposed to die, but now it's us who are about to die Already!"

After he said a word, many people thought of the suffering they had suffered in the past few months, and they all echoed, and even began to complain to each other, and their words became more and more harsh.

A few of the group of people who agreed with Lan Song to go out of the city couldn't stand it anymore, they frowned and retorted for Lan Song: "It's a bit too much to say that, although the Lan family is a fairy family stationed in the Lingbi realm, they never He didn't take a single point of offering from us, how could he have the obligation to come and save us?"

Yes, although many Xianmen clans today are very much like the royal families of a country, some of them will not collect money from the people for offerings, because most of them have their own business or money-making channels, and the Lan family is one of them .

So this unbearable rebuttal has stabbed many people, but it is difficult for anyone with a little sense to say a rebuttal.But when a group of sensible people gather together, most of them will lose their own opinions and judgments in a weird way, and when some major group event happens, even if everyone is innocent, there will always be One will be pushed out to take responsibility as needed.

Therefore, after a short period of quiet and rioting, only a few people retreated silently, and most of the remaining people still surrounded Lan Song tightly, and even gradually began to divide into several groups, and began to fight among themselves and refute and scold.

Lan Song was about to collapse, pulling his hair and saying, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!!"

But no matter how he yelled, there were always pitiful, begging, indifferent or hateful faces in front of him. Finally, Lan Song closed his eyes and raised his palms, concentrating his spiritual power and violently shaking everyone in front of him away!Then he strode towards the city gate.

- Boom!

With a cold and crisp sound, someone bent his bow and set an arrow, and suddenly shot an arrow at Lan Song's feet!

Lan Song turned his head slowly, and stared at him sharply like a sharp sword. The man's face was slightly condensed, but he still said cruelly: "Anyway, you can't go out until the reinforcements arrive."

Lan Song's flint-like eyes turned away from his face coldly, and he continued to walk out without stopping.Then a man with a knife suddenly stood in front of him, blocking him with his body.

It was the man who asked for venison again.

Lan Song was furious, and suddenly kicked him over: "Get out!"

The man turned out to be a bit skilled, and after he fell out violently and spewed a mouthful of blood, his face twisted fiercely, he held the knife again and slashed: "You dare to go again! I will cut off your leg!"

Lan Song's entire chest was filled with soaring hostility, and suddenly he became murderous. He raised the spirit sword in his hand like lightning, and stabbed fiercely!

However, at the last moment, he still deviated slightly and stabbed the man in the left arm, without killing him, he strode towards the gate of the city gate.

The man screamed in a hissing voice: "—stop him quickly] Lan Huan Coffin ∷ ah! Do you all want to die?!"

So in an instant, the chaotic situation exploded completely, and more people took swords and sticks to block Lan Song. The guards around Lan Song tried their best to resist, and there were stampedes, screams, crying and ear-piercing everywhere. The roar that scratched the eardrum.

Always armed with sharp weapons and ready to kill, these Lancheng people with different faces began to fight each other before the final disaster came. Yan's situation turned this place into a Shura field first.

In the chaos, Lan Song pulled out the crossbar with trembling hands, clasped his hands tightly, and finally opened the city gate slowly. However, at this moment, a bright sword light suddenly pierced his heart like lightning, and stabbed the sword The person in question is not an ordinary person, but a casual cultivator wandering in Lancheng!

Zhuang Qingliu's eyelids twitched when he saw this, and was stunned by this sudden change.

At the same time, the enchantment barrier surrounding Lancheng flashed lightly, and Yuling, who was pinched in the hands of the high priest of Rouran, finally showed an indescribable sadness and compassion on the face, and then turned into a thin shell, covering Lan Song for the last time. After blocking it for a while... After this, it turned into a weak fluorescent light little by little and dissipated.

The eyelashes of Mei Hualan, who had always been calm, seemed to move slightly. Zhuang Qingliu was about to turn her head to talk to her, but suddenly she was shocked and surprised, and stumbled and said, "Mei Pan? Why are you...the corners of your eyes are red ?”

The corners of her eyes were red, but it was actually a sentence that left room for stanza, because she felt that if she hadn't turned her head to speak, Mei Hualan might... shed tears silently.

But now, Mei Hualan just twitched her long eyelashes a few times very quickly, and said in a low voice, "I don't."

Zhuang Qingliu didn't dare to say anything for a while, nodded, nodded again, and turned back unconsciously: "Mmm...mm."

It was strange, but there was also an inexplicable and unspeakable feeling in her heart.

At the same time, at the gate of the city, at the moment when Yuling died due to dissipation, the enchantment of the whole small city was suddenly broken-it turned out that this layer of barrier was not from the Rouran High Priest, but from Yuling. A layer of barriers, the Rouran people may attack directly after that attack, leaving the entire city of Lanzhou littered with corpses.

Because according to common sense, the one who should have died was indeed Rouran, and Lan Song missed the best time, so Yu Ling has been secretly trying to support, make up for and fill in his mistakes.

But for such a "person", when he was finally threatened with his life... it was really hard for people not to feel sad.

His identity is different from that of Lan Song. When he was capable, he responded to many people's private requests. He even threw a package of medicinal materials from his arms to the foot of the woman at the last moment before he died.

Zhuang Qingliu thought of a sentence that was often seen in his previous life: those who hold salaries for everyone died in a blizzard.

After Yuling died for Lan Song before everyone could react, the whole Rouran people suddenly moved, and rushed towards Lancheng neatly and solemnly!

A guard's expression changed slightly, and he shouted loudly, "My lord!"

"—Young Master!!"

Someone even crawled to Lan Song's side in a panic, "Young master! Young master?! Hurry up, hurry up and save us! I don't want to die...I don't want to die."

Lan Song went crazy: "Ahhhhhh!"

He knelt on the ground trembling violently, almost relying on instinct to collect the dissipated fluorescent fragments of the Jade Spirit. The spiritual power was raging and rolling all over his body as if it was about to explode. No one was allowed to approach. near.

The casual cultivator who just stabbed him suddenly grabbed Lan Song by the collar and shook him heavily: "Are you crazy?! Hurry up and save people, save people!"

Lan Song burst into tears, curled up and fell to the ground: "But I'm in so much pain, I'm so tired...Who will save me, save me..."

The rogue cultivator punched him fiercely angrily, then suddenly raised his hand to cast a spell, and helped him collect some fragments of the Jade Spirit from a further distance, and put them all into a small green jadeite. The gourd was thrown into his arms in a hurry, and then he turned and rushed towards the invading Rouran.

However, after a moment of hand-to-hand combat, the people of Lancheng discovered that the people of Rouran didn't seem to intend to attack the city and kill people. Passed through the city, rushed out from the south gate and disappeared!

At this time, Lan Lao Sect Master, who seemed to have received some news, suddenly sent a message, and shouted in a tired voice: "A Song."

Lan Song, who was lying motionless on the ground, moved his eyes very slowly, and then suddenly started to scream: "Aunt... Aunt?" He clenched the jade gourd tightly with both hands, and repeated nervously, "Aniang, help me!" Him! Save him! Save him!!”

The sky was dark, and amidst the sound of rolling thunderstorms, heavy rain came down.

Sect Master Lan's voice was twisted and cold amidst the sound of the rainstorm. She calmly said, "Ah Song, do you want me to save a spy?"

Lan Song suddenly froze: "What... what?"

Sect Master Lao Lan: "In the past few months, you have not found that the other party is getting stronger and stronger. Is there anyone to help?"

Lan Song: "I—"

Sect Master Lao Lan said again: "Didn't you find that someone was provoking back and forth from the beginning? Didn't you find that the missing child, the barrier of Lancheng, and the high priest who suddenly became strong from the Rouran people are all related to it?"

Lan Song murmured: "Aniang, no, I know all this, but—"

The old suzerain suddenly sighed and interrupted him: "There are some things, I will tell you in detail when you come back, but you should know who sent that white jade Xiao to you in the first place."

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky and everyone's hearts in amazement!

Because of Lao Lan's suzerain's words of "there is something in the words", Lan Song froze.

Zhuang Qingliu, who was in the dark, also turned her head quickly, looked at Mei Hualan and confirmed, "What do you mean? Is that what I heard?"

Mei Hualan stared at the talisman in front of Lan Song with an uneasy expression, and held Zhuang Qingliu's hand with both hands: "No, don't think about it."

But just after she finished speaking, there was a sudden change in Lan Song's side!

A pair of hands suddenly jumped out from the darkness, and snatched the emerald green jade gourd from the frozen Lan Song's hand!

Zhuang Qingliu hurriedly looked back - it turned out to be the man who gave away the venison leg meat again!

Lan Song's whole body was shaken violently in the rainstorm, and his whole body changed suddenly: "What are you doing?!"

The man's face was stern, and the moment he was rolled into the muddy rain by Lan Song, he threw the jade gourd in his hand and roared angrily: "So it's you, the jade spirit, so it's a spy, so it turns out He did it! He did it!! It deserves to die!!”

Following his roar, the other person who caught the jade gourd also turned his face, stretched out his hand without hesitation, and pulled out the jade plug!

The jade spirit fragments collected in it suddenly overflowed from the mouth of the bottle slowly and terrifyingly like fireflies, and began to dissipate.

Lan Song went crazy, completely crazy, and rushed forward like a wolf, grabbed the jade gourd back with shaking hands, and when he tried to cover it, only a pitiful half of the incompletely collected jade spirit fragments remained.

Thunder and lightning slanted down more violently, and the whole world seemed to melt into night and storm.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't expect that it turned out to be like this. He watched Lan Song knelt down for a moment in the raging rainstorm in the dark night, then stood up slowly, and drew out the spirit sword overflowing with blue light little by little.

Then he pierced the venison delivery man's throat with a sword.

The rain was pouring down, as if it was going to drown the whole world.

"I shouldn't have spared your life in the first place." Lan Song's face was full of tears mixed with rainwater, his body was muddy, but there was a strange and unspeakable expression on his face.

Then he slowly drew out the sword, and stabbed at the other person who opened the jade gourd without any hesitation or trembling of his wrist.

Lightning flashed across, making his face look like a ghost crawling out of hell.

Faith makes people have strong beliefs, but when one's own suffering cannot be blessed, it will turn into a double madness.

——In such a rainy night, Lan Song slaughtered the city with the power of cultivating immortals... One by one, he killed those who blocked him, killed those who mocked him, and killed those... from the beginning In the end, he has an ugly face, but he is self-righteous and sharp.

The blood dripped from the long sword bit by bit, and the whole Lancheng truly turned into corpses strewn all over the field, just like hell, the blood all over the ground surged like rain, and it was as cold as rain.

Some people's blood, whether it is dead or alive, is cold.

Then die.

It's no wonder that the Lan family kept this period of history secret and covered it up in every possible way, because what they were covering up was not the matter of Yuling, but... to cover up that Lan Song had slaughtered half of the city.

After Zhuang Qingliu watched in silence for a long time, he frowned amidst the sound of the rainstorm.In addition to all kinds of messy feelings, all kinds of weirdness also surfaced from the bottom of her heart. There were too many doubts in Lan Song's past, so many that she didn't know where to think of it for a while.

But she turned her head to look again, and her gaze was fixed on Lan Song's first kill—the man who gave away the venison.

This person is very strange, almost all of Lan Song's emotional changes were directly or indirectly aroused by him.To say that he is a simple annoying person seems a bit unreasonable.

Mei Hualan also followed her gaze: "You don't feel right?"

Zhuang Qingliu said lightly: "Well, but—"

Without waiting for her, Mei Hualan suddenly opened an umbrella with one hand, and flew up with her in his arms, and flew straight towards the man's corpse: "It doesn't feel right, just take a look, you can call the spirit to ask."

Zhuang Qingliu was surprised: "Is it possible to summon spirits in this way?"

Mei Hualan looked at her, and a little water fell to the ground without splashing: "Why not."

But as soon as she stepped on it, she suddenly felt something was wrong, and cast her gaze at the same time as Zhuang Qingliu, squinting to observe.

After a very short moment, Mei Hualan's face moved slightly, and a white light flew out of the palm of his hand, hitting the corpse on the ground--then amazingly, the corpse suddenly burst into flames the moment the white light touched it, and soon It was about to turn into a pile of black ash in the rain!

Zhuang Qingliu was stunned, a lightning-like conjecture flashed across his mind, and he said intently: "Could it be that this 'person' is——"

"Is it a dummy?!"

"It's a puppet."

The so-called "dummy" and "puppet" are one kind of thing. Puppet is the specific name of a dummy. It refers to some ancient spiritual arts that are extremely profound and powerful. A paper figurine is activated to make it "live".If you use your own blood to activate the spirit, then the "person" who comes back to life will be exactly the same as the real person, and it will be very, very difficult to see the flaws.

But it must be a monstrous cultivation to be able to do it.

After the last three characters of Meihualan overlapped with Zhuang Qingliu, he stared at the ground solemnly, and some thoughts began to flip and change like lightning.

This incident is really very strange. It is strange that the high priest of Rouran and the tribe suddenly became strong. Who did it is doubtful. At the beginning, several Rouran people who ate the corpse were killed. In fact, no one admitted to do it on the spot, so fish in troubled waters It is doubtful who is the person who suddenly killed the Rouran people; going forward, whether the Rouran people would dig the corpses out of the ground to eat was instigated and arranged, which led to this confrontation, doubtful; as long as you dare to think, even Rouran However, the original deep mountain where people first lived was suddenly shaken, and it rained heavily for three months, which was very abnormal.

Not to mention that there are various twists and details in the middle, each of which makes people feel creepy.It's as if... there is an invisible hand, which has been fiddled with the director from the very beginning, pushing the development of this incident all the way, and finally contributed to this dark night of bloody rivers and the hell of Lansong.

So why?Who would attack a Jade Spirit?Who will attack Lan Song?Or who wants to attack Lancheng?

Zhuang Qingliu turned her head to look at Mei Hualan with a solemn face: "Mei Pan, I'll send—" She had just finished speaking when her voice stopped abruptly.

At the same moment, a lightning-like intuition suddenly popped up in Mei Hualan's heart, and she quickly turned her head following the reflection reflected in the corner of her eyes—a slender figure unexpectedly appeared in the endless night and darkness only ten steps away from them!

This person was dressed in black, with black shoes, black clothes and a black cloak. The cloak covered most of his face, so he almost melted into the night.

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed across, illuminating the cloaked man's face, and Mei Hualan and Zhuang Qingliu discovered at the same time: he was smiling mysteriously and strangely!

The mysterious person behind that!

Mei Hualan jumped out with hands and feet faster than she could react, and the floating lamp cast a dazzling light in the dark night, but the mysterious man suddenly licked the corners of his mouth at Zhuang Qingliu, then turned around quickly, and jumped out of the city.

Zhuang Qingliu's whole body was indescribably cold, and her eyelids even twitched suddenly. She always had an inexplicable and paradoxical feeling—the lower half of the cloaked man's face...was very familiar.

Mei Hualan used all her strength and almost turned into a