chronicle of court survival

The terrain of Chunshang Cave is intricate and full of secret passages, like a labyrinth and cobwebs.

When Wen Jiao followed the crowd into the Bone Path, his eyes were red, and he was so wronged that he just wanted to shed tears, but he didn't dare to cry at all, for fear that the tears would turn into beads and reveal his identity.

He walked beside Kou Xinghua in a daze, listening to the monks talking behind him, his tone full of repressed anger and resentment.

"I just said, how could he know something that even the number one sect in the world doesn't know."

"Nearly killed us! Bitch!"

"What are you pretending to be a majestic Lingguang? I think he used to be an eunuch from the palace of Chu State. He only has a good-looking face, but he still has the face to call people whores. Didn't he get in by seduction?"

Wen Jiao's face turned red and turned white, and he clenched his teeth, feeling angry and disgusted, but he could only swallow the rebuttals in his stomach.

Is seducing a man a bitch?This face was given to him by his mother!

Stepping on a skull and almost falling, Wen Jiao exclaimed, and wanted to grab the person next to him, but only heard the person swear "Get out of here", and let him fall to the ground all of a sudden.

The delicate arm was scratched by the sharp stone, Wen Jiao couldn't hold back and cried, relying on the fact that no one saw her tears in the dark, sobbing and sobbing were extremely obvious in the darkness.

Everyone's heart was burning with anger.

"Can you stop crying, bitch! Shut up!"

A casual cultivator was blinded by a bat in one eye, and now his face was completely torn apart. If it wasn't because of Kou Xinghua, he would have killed him by now.

Wen Jiao covered the wound on her face, her eyes were red, her lips were tightly pressed, her teeth were trembling, but she didn't dare to make a sound.Humiliation and grievance filled his heart, anger and resentment burned his mind.

The resentment couldn't find an outlet, and finally turned around and turned to Xia Qing, to his mother.

He hated his mother for the first time, why did he lie to him.

At the same time, another direction of the mausoleum.

Zhuji wore a black dress with white flowers, her body was half empty, half solid, like an ancient ghost, walking barefoot through the corridor soaked in black water.

Lan Huo quietly floated beside her, looked left and right and said, "Master, it seems that little master didn't follow the path you taught him."

Zhuji's voice was gentle: "Well, Jiaojiao must be scared by bats."

Huo Miao was puzzled: "Huh? But those bats will not harm him at all, they are just to drive away outsiders."

Zhuji smiled and said: "Jiaojiao is very timid. Even if I force him to memorize all the roads, he dare not come alone. I guess there should be many people in the mausoleum, and he will choose to walk the bone road with the crowd .”

The flames flickered: "Bone Road? Huh? If you go there, won't the little master have to go through the magical realm?"

Zhuji: "Are you still worried that Jiaojiao won't be able to pass?"

Flame blinked.

Zhuji's red lips curled up: "My Jiaojiao, there is probably no one who is more innocent than him in the whole world."

Thousands of bats returning from drinking blood surrounded her.

The bone wings covered the sky and the sun, and there was a lot of dust, which reflected a thrilling beauty with her silver-blue eyes.

Zhuji stared at a certain place for a long time, then smiled: "He is a child raised by me. Apart from jealousy and greed, there is only laziness left. How can he have complicated thoughts like this."

Her voice was very soft: "Let's go, we don't need to pick him up, go back to the mausoleum and wait for him to come."

"Yeah." Little Huomiao nodded obediently.

It stayed in a transparent bead when it first opened its mind, and was watered and raised by the bead with blood day and night.Zhuji is not only its master, but also its mother.

For Wen Jiao, the little master born by Zhuji, the little flame is naturally Aiwujiwu, no matter how you look at it, it is joy.

It didn't think there was anything wrong with the little master's character, how cute and delicate, even if he had bad intentions, no one would be willing to get angry with the little master's face.Some people are born to be pampered!

In the storybooks it read in another world, the little master is a coquettish, silly, sweet protagonist Shou—of course, it ignores that the protagonist Shou has a "sweetness".

As for Zhuji's Gu against Fu Changsheng and Wei Liuguang, Little Flame didn't think it was wrong either.

After all, the development of every relationship always needs a catalyst. It believes that without Gu, all men will fall in love with the little master.Who made it the best little master in the world? Only men who don't like him have problems.

Thinking of this, Little Huomiao thought endlessly about the novel she read last time.

yeah!It really likes to watch the heartthrob most!

Zhuji's body died a long time ago, and she used magic to keep her soul in this dark tomb. The only person who can talk to her is the fire.

Seeing the light of day again soon, Zhuji was in a good mood. On the way back, she downplayed it and asked with a smile, "Did you bring the soul of that Penglai junior brother?"

Little Huomiao proudly puffed out her chest: "Well, I brought it here a long time ago! I even made up a story to appease him!"

Zhuji: "Huh?"

Little Huomiao said, "I lied to him that this is a book."

Zhuji couldn't stop laughing: "That's what you said."

Little Huomiao nodded: "That's right, don't you want his heart and soul? I made up a story and lied to him that I could help him come back to life, as long as he follows the plot. The plot is for him to take away the body of the Emperor of Chu." , and then give my heart to the little master."

The smile on the corners of Zhuji's lips deepened, and she asked softly, "Then did he agree?"

"No." Little Huomiao squished his lips in grievance, and when he thought of this, he shook his body depressedly: "He didn't agree, it's so strange, isn't he afraid of death! I read a lot of novels and books in his time and space." The protagonist in it is willing to agree to the system to follow the plot in order to come back to life, I don’t know why he doesn’t want to.”

Zhuji said lightly: "It would be strange if he agreed." How could life and death become the shackles that trapped him.

Little Huomiao gave a soft "ah", thinking of the conversation he had with Xia Qing in the Zhaixing Tower, he fell silent for a while.

In fact, it said the wrong thing when it opened its mouth - it lied to Xia Qing that it would be resurrected with merit, but Lou Guanxue was a tyrant, and was ridiculed by Xia Qing for a long time.

Later it was completely improvised.

After all, what happened to the little master was exactly the same as a bloody story it had read at the time.The more he talked, the more excited he became. According to the content of the novel and the investigation of Lou Guanxue, he was clever and added many details. He thought that this would always convince Xia Qing, but it turned out to be useless.

Hey, it can only run away in despair.

Little Huomiao sighed silently: "Master, I'm still not sure whether Xia Qing will be willing to go to the emperor of Chu in three months' time."

Zhuji smiled softly: "It's okay, just bring him to Emperor Chu's side. At that time, he can't choose."

Little Huomiao blinked suspiciously: "Ah, why? Also, why must the emperor of Chu die after three months?"

It only knew this at the time, but it didn't know the reason at all.

Zhuji smiled, her eyes showed nostalgia, and said softly: "The rebellion in the shrine was successful, I have to say thanks to Song Guichen. If he hadn't sacrificed the spirit of Penglai and used it as the god-killing formation in the shrine In front of the gods, we have no chance of winning in front of the gods. And the pagoda is just a formation played by a group of human monks playing around, how can it trap the soul of the gods? When the time comes, when the century comes, the state of Chu will The royal family must surely die."

Little Huo Miao was even more confused: "Ah? Master, what is a hundred years?"

Zhuji was in a trance for a moment, then smiled: "Hundred years, this is the reincarnation of gods. Forget it, why am I telling you these things. The gods have been buried in the bottom of the sea long ago, you just need to know that at this time the soul It is the most powerful and uncontrollable."

Little Huomiao obediently nodded: "Oh."

Its brain is stupid, and it can't turn around, so it doesn't think about it.Anyway, it never knows what its master wants to do. It is only one year old, and its only hobbies in life are reading story books, and it likes to drop gold beans for the love stories in it.

The master said that the high priest would take the young master out of the palace to the imperial mausoleum to meet her.

It guessed that the little master should come to save the master and it.

Then take them out to defeat the evil villain, and the family of three will live happily ever after.It can also stay with the little master and watch the Shura field in person, happiness!

Little Flame was brainwashed by the storybooks in the world, seeing everything as a brain of love, floating beside Zhuji happily thinking about the future.The idea was so good that it forgot to tell Zhuji that the emperor of Chu State could see it.

In fact, Zhuji never cared about who the new emperor of Chu was, because it didn't matter to her, her goal was only Xia Qing.

She didn't want to die, and she didn't want to lose her power, but after searching through the ancient books of the shrine, only the magic of reincarnation could do this.

Day and night, she poured her heart and blood into the divine bead, refining one-third of the divine light into spiritual fire, in order to bring Xia Qing's soul here no matter where the world is.

Because of the disadvantage of the reincarnation magic, her soul is not complete after reincarnation, and the only one in the world who can make up for this gap is the pure soul of this Penglai junior brother.

How great.

When she revives from Jiaojiao's body, swallows the divine fire to regain strength, and then eats Xia Qing's soul, then everything will be over...

The blood of the Lou family is cursed, but isn't it good?Even if it is a "curse", it is still tainted with the breath of God.

The purest soul enters the darkest body, and then digs out the heart, which she swallows alive.

——At that time, she will become the only new god in the world.

Song Guichen, you caused my plan to fail, and you caused me to fall to this point.

Then take your entire Penglai sect to be buried with you.

Take the lives of all your juniors.

Zhuji curled her long hair with her fingers, and the corners of her lips smiled very slowly.Wen Jiao's facial features are actually very similar to hers, but Wen Jiao is always timid and crying, and his red eyes are only cowardly, pitiful and charming.But Zhuji is not, she is arrogant, tyrannical and cruel, with a seductive charm in her lips and eyes, as if she was born to be a beauty on the bed, easily arousing lust in people's bones.

Little Flame doesn't understand anyone's thoughts. Its mind is full of stories and love, and it waits eagerly for the little master to come and take them out of the sea of ​​suffering.

It still has a lot of scripts that it hasn't read, but it has no strength to go out.

Come on, little master.

The little master couldn't come, the little master was trapped in the bone road, and was about to cry to death alive.

But across the wall, Xia Qing saw a quiet room through the smoke.A very strange quiet room, illuminated by the faint blue butterfly, the walls are empty, "What kind of place is this?"

Is this Zhuji's tomb?Why is there no switch, no door?

Xia Qing walked around the room, and when he was wondering, the door opened, and a faint red light seeped out from inside.According to ancient books, Chunshang Cave was once the residence of the biggest evil demon cultivator, and the residence of monks. It is normal to have some strange things.The red light was shining brightly, Xia Qing walked inside and saw lights lit up one after another. The moment he walked in, the door of the quiet room behind was closed.

In the dark world that is so quiet and cramped that it can drive people crazy, there suddenly appear as far as the eye can see, endless, far and near lights. They are like fireflies and lanterns, dazed and covering all directions.

Red dust thousands of lamps.

The butterfly got into his sleeve, as if afraid of the light.

Xia Qing muttered, "What are you doing?"