chronicle of court survival

The lord is a good guy. He opened his mouth and wanted to persuade him, but immediately a casual cultivator said impatiently, "Master, if we stay inside for a second, it will be more dangerous. Why are you talking nonsense with him?"

"That's right. If he wants to die, you can let him go. Don't keep Young Master Wen waiting too long."

"Young Master Wen, don't be angry, it's not worth it to ruin your health for irrelevant anger."

Most of the casual cultivators acted alone for profit, like weeds on the wall, and immediately changed their attitudes if they wanted something from others, and now all of them wished to praise Wen Jiao to the sky.

And Wen Jiao has always enjoyed this kind of treatment, especially in front of Xia Qing.His eyes were reddish and his mouth was flattened. He still had that delicate and aggrieved look, but he secretly wanted to see Xia Qing's face with some complacency.

What will Xia Qing do - angry?anger?sad?humiliation?

It's just that Xia Qing didn't have any expression on his face. He lowered his eyebrows, shook his fingers to drive the butterfly away, and said softly, "Thank you, I'm fine by myself."After finishing speaking, he went straight to the dark corridor directly in front of him.

He has always been preoccupied when he appeared in front of everyone, and it is the same now, his mind is wandering, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.If you have to talk about emotions, it's more like entanglement and depression. I don't know if I listened to the difficulties and ridicules just now.

Wen Jiao bit her lips bitterly, and clenched her hands hidden in her pink sleeves.

"Xia Qing!" He was not reconciled, and when Xia Qing was about to walk into the Bone Road, he shouted again.

Wen Jiao looked hesitant, like a spoiled young master who loves to lose his temper but is still easy to soften his heart. He said awkwardly: "Xia Qing, I can forgive you, but you have to apologize to me today."

Xia Qing didn't want to talk to him at first, but he was stunned when he heard what happened next.

His light brown eyes were slightly shocked, but his tone of voice could be said to be calm: "Wen Jiao, are you crazy, or am I crazy."

Wen Jiao's face was burning hot, and he felt great hatred in his heart, but he had to suppress it because of the sight of others.

Forget it, he waited to see Xia Qing tortured by the poisonous miasma in the bone tunnel, making life worse than death!

Xia Qing didn't look at him again, twitched the corners of his mouth, and pressed his fingers against an obvious mechanism on the wall.

Click, a staircase extending downward appeared in the half-dark tomb.

The butterfly flies ahead, its blue wings are like green flames.The Bone Road is a very long dark passage.

The stone walls are covered with moss, the ground is piled up with bones, cobwebs are hung on the oil lamps that have been burned out long ago, and there is a thick and damp stench in the air.

After he walked in, people outside instantly became impetuous.

"Young master, where is the other way?"

Wen Jiao failed to make things difficult for Xia Qing, and when he heard other people's voices, his mood became even worse, and his face twisted with anger: "What's the rush?!"

He suddenly turned his face, which made a group of casual cultivators feel strange and dissatisfied, but now he can only lick his face and smile apologetically.

When Wen Jiao was a child, he was spoiled and spoiled. He hated things that bothered his brain the most. Every time he read or learned to read, he used to be coquettish to avoid it.

He has a bad memory, but he memorized every step of the imperial mausoleum.Because of this road, his mother forced him to walk countless times, and walked again if he couldn't remember it. No matter how much he cried that day, his mother was indifferent.

Wen Jiao followed his memory and walked to the organ bronze door.There is a small groove above the bronze door, which has been washed by blood over time and is covered with scarlet rust.He was afraid of the pain, trembling and biting his finger, when a drop of blood fell into the groove, boom, there was a loud noise in the depths of the mausoleum, and the ground trembled.

Everyone was shocked and their faces turned pale.

"what sound?"

Wen Jiao was also frightened.There was no such movement last time.

Rumbling--

At this time, a stone bead rolled out of the trough, and a crack appeared in the middle of the wall.

Wen Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that he remembered correctly.

He gained confidence in an instant, quite proud of himself, and said coquettishly, "It's here, what are you talking about!"

Everyone showed a look of relaxed surprise, and they all praised.

"Thank you, Young Master Wen, for leading the way."

At the same time, they all stared wide-eyed and held their breath, watching the slit getting bigger and bigger.

The rocks rustled down, and the door gradually opened.

The light in everyone's eyes became brighter and brighter. They thought it would be a broad road, and they would go straight to the imperial tomb without any surprises or dangers.Unexpectedly, "crash", the moment the door was completely opened, a black mass of bats flew out.

"Ahhhh-!"

The bats locked inside were huge, with red eyes, and a violent evil light emanating from all over their bodies. They attacked everyone overwhelmingly. They avoided Wen Jiao and attacked the monk who was closest to the door behind him.It opened its fangs like black mist, and in an instant, apart from the sound of the beast eating and chewing, it was the man's scream of despair and pain!

But in an instant, a living person becomes a bone.

The monk who witnessed everything screamed heart-piercingly.

"It's a man-eating monster!"

"Run, run!"

"Ah, run!"

Standing in the sea of ​​bats in a daze, Wen Jiao was also taken aback. Although the bats ignored him, he was still terrified and ran to Kou Xinghua in panic.

I bumped into a person on the road, and that person was bitten by a weird bat, half of his face was covered with pitch-black toxins, his whole face looked crazy, and he slapped Wen Jiao on the face: "Bitch! Bitch! You hurt me so much!" We are so miserable! Slut! If I die here! I want you to pay for it!"

Wen Jiao trembled with fear, tears fell, and Chengzhu rolled to the ground.

The man's eyes widened all of a sudden, and his face became even crazier: "Are you a mermaid?!"

"No, I'm not, I'm not." Wen Jiao was trembling, too frightened to cry anymore.

Fortunately, now that the soldiers are in chaos, the sound of screaming and fleeing covered their voices, and the bats came up behind them, swallowing the person who spoke, including the skin and flesh.

"Brother Xinghua!" Wen Jiao's heart was trembling, he was so scared, all the monks around him wanted to kill him now, their hateful, furious, and disgusting eyes all fell on him, Wen Jiao's face was pale, It's okay to be wronged, the only thing he can rely on now is Kou Xinghua.

Kou Xinghua was upset and irritable when he was disturbed by bats, and it was difficult to have a good temper when facing the culprit, but because of the high priest, he didn't want to get angry, so he kept a cold face and said nothing.

"Go to the Road of Bones!"

"Bone Road!"

Everyone fled here and there, and finally found that only the bone road is a place that bats will not chase after.

For a while, the crowd rushed there like crazy.

Wen Jiao followed at the end in despair.

At this time, in the depths of the Bone Road, Xia Qing didn't know what was happening outside.

The poisonous miasma had no effect on him, and some corpse insects in the dark wanted to crawl to his side, but they were immediately shaken away by the sword intent.

When Xia Qing jumped off the boat, she wanted to get rid of Lou Guanxue in a hurry, but now that she got her wish, she was not in a good mood.

Blue butterflies illuminated the front, white and dead bones piled up into a cold and gloomy road, and blood engulfed the surroundings, but Xia Qing was completely upset, and was in no mood to look at the surrounding environment at all.

"Is it Zhuji's tomb after passing the poisonous bone miasma?"

He whispered to himself, trying to divert his attention.

But there was no way, he couldn't transfer it.

Xia Qing scratched the dull hair on the top of his head a little discouraged, and touched the relic with his fingers uneasily. The stubborn stone in his heart was broken bit by bit, but no one told him that this kind of crack brought him a new life Or destruction.

The blue butterfly finally led him into a spacious mausoleum.

The black miasma became more and more intense, with a very strange fragrance, a bit like lingwei flowers, cold and desolate, deceptive, but covered by a deep bloody smell, choking people's brains dizzy.

Before stepping into the miasma, Xia Qing's brain was at a loss, forcing himself to think calmly, does he like Lou Guanxue?

From the perspective of an outsider, the answer is actually obvious.

If you don't like it, you will directly reject it.

If you don't like it, you can't stay with him for so long.

If you don't like it, you will choose to leave as early as the first kiss.

But, should he like it, can he like it.

The crack in the stubborn rock in his heart got deeper and deeper, to the point where he couldn't control it.

At the moment when the stone gate spat beads and the bat came out of the cave, a mermaid candle lighted up in the depths of the imperial mausoleum.The candlelight on the high table illuminates the steps that go up one after another, and a woman sits beside the long gold and jade coffin that is placed horizontally.She was barefoot, her long black dress was dragging around her ankles, and her hair wrapped around her slim and graceful body like seaweed.

She seemed to have been waiting here for a long time, so long that she knew exactly what was written on any page or line of any book.The body is empty and solid, like a human or a ghost.

Her lips were not stained but red, her eyes were raised slightly, her pupils gleaming, her eyes were charming, the woman was just like the fox in the storybook, she had a sense of enchantment and bewitchment whether she smiled or not.

"When do you think Song Guichen will come to see me?"

The woman's voice is also as charming as dripping water.

There is a cluster of fire at her fingertips, which is transparent and faint blue.

Flame trembled and said in a trembling voice, "I, I don't know."

Zhuji smiled and said, "I guess it will be soon, did you hear the sound of the secret passage being opened?"

Huo Huo said: "I heard it."

Zhuji frowned: "Well, my Jiaojiao is here."

Huo Huo secretly let out a breath, thinking that the little master is here.

Zhuji frowned and sighed slightly: "Oh, my Jiaojiao suffered in the palace of Chu State."

Huo Huo asked the question that had puzzled him for a long time: "Master, why did you send the little master to the palace of Chu State?"

"Because that's the closest place to the soul." Zhuji flipped through a yellow and wrinkled book with her fingers, and laughed: "And my Jiaojiao has been spoiled by me since she was a child, so she can only live in the palace. Where can I raise her in other places?" Live for such a poor and lovely squeamish and rich flower."

Flame nodded deeply.

Zhuji said: "With the protection of Fu Changsheng and Wei Liuguang, I believe that Jiaojiao will not be too sad in Lingguang. Well, you said, if Song Guichen knew that his juniors would be fascinated by a man a hundred years later... Don't want it, what kind of expression will it be?"

Huo Huo shook his body and stopped talking.

"That must be very interesting. What's more interesting is that the child Gu and the mother Gu live and die at the same time. He watched all this with his own eyes. He couldn't kill Jiaojiao yet, but he had to send Jiaojiao to me according to my plan."

Every sentence Zhuji said seems to have a three-pointed smile, only when it comes to Song Guichen, the words turn cold.

Her fingers turned white and she clutched the pages of the book, she smiled and said, "Song Guichen."

Every word seems to be ground out with blood and hatred in the heart.

"A hundred years ago, it was really surprising. I thought he defected to Chu State and became the high priest. He conspired with me for profit. I didn't expect that he was planning for the demise of the entire shark clan."

"He backtracked and plotted against me, plotting against the Shark Clan. If I killed him Penglai, it would be regarded as a grievance and a debtor."

Zhuji's voice was very soft: "I was almost able to obtain the full power of God. It's all because he told Yao Kexuanjia that letting these two sluts come over spoiled my good deeds."

The flame flickered, it didn't know what happened a hundred years ago.

It is a one-year-old child who loves to read scriptures at the beginning of his spiritual intelligence. He sensed the faint chill on his master and was obedient and silent.

Zhuji lowered her eyes and looked at her hand: "If the divine power is divided into three, it is meaningless. Even if you have one-third of the divine power, you are not a god after all. You are nothing if you leave Tongtianhai. If you lose your power, you can only be slaughtered. "

"Even, the moment when the gods fell. The barren mound rose from the devil's abyss and became a wall of bones, completely blocking the return of the sharks." There was no remorse on her expression, only dark and unpredictable emotions-complexity, awe, panic.After a long while, he chuckled faintly: "People in the world don't understand, the only one who can block the survival of the Mermaid Clan... is God."

"Now the sharks don't even have reincarnation."

"Especially the saint, she will either die of old age or sickness."

Zhuji stood up from the sarcophagus, as if she was going to meet her child who came from afar: "But I don't want to die."