longevity tree

Chapter 18

The living dead outside waved their arms and approached the Changqing Palace bit by bit. The city wall was too high for the living dead to climb up, so they built a human ladder in groups of people. Before the guards of Changqing Palace had time to react, they were ridden on their necks by the undead who jumped off the city wall, and the blackened nails of the undead dug into the guard's eyes. Called the dark clouds that pierced the sky.

The guards of Changqing Palace rushed over, and the living dead jumped off the city wall one after another. The sharp fangs gleamed coldly, and the Changqing Palace was full of death. Angle, tilting his head to look at the guards rushing over, the bones rubbing against each other made a crackling sound, those guards couldn't beat these monsters at all.They were already dead, how could they die? After a while, the bodies of the guards were scattered all over the place, as if the monsters were very excited after being stained with blood.

The living dead came out to feed.

They have not eaten meat for 18 years.

King Mu hugged his wife and daughter in his arms, listening to the sound of fighting outside, the sound of corpses hitting the ground, and heart-piercing screams, the living dead approached step by step, and the guards in the hall were also eaten It was clean, broken hands and feet were scattered all over the floor.

At the last moment, King Mu thought of his son. Yes, Song Wuyi was still outside. He wanted to tell him to leave here. King Mu tried his best to make a way out of the living dead. He heard , he heard his wife's screams, he couldn't take care of it anymore, Song Wuyi was the one who could be saved now, even if he risked his life, he had to protect his son Zhouquan.

Song Wuwu closed the city gate and walked in. None of the guards inside had disappeared. Song Wuwu realized that something was wrong. The troublemaker was just a cover, and what they really wanted to attack was King Mu.Wen Su turned into a silver wolf, and Qingyun carried Song Wuyi to the main hall.

He is late.

"Song Wuyi, let's go!" In just a few words, Mu Wang yelled out with all his strength. His legs had been bitten by the living dead and his bones were exposed. The dead man dragged in. At that time, the King Mu didn't have the majesty of sitting in the palace at all. His eyes were full of embarrassment. Even if he didn't see his wife and daughter die in front of him, he still heard the tragic cry. I heard, the last thing he wanted to say to Song Wuwu was probably: Daddy loves you.

King Mu had never said this to Song Wuxin in his entire life. He carefully maintained the image of a strict father all his life. When he was dying, his heart was full of guilt. He didn't want to be a strict father in his next life. He wanted to be a strict father. A loving father makes Song Wuyi less afraid of him, and makes Song Wuyi willing to talk to him if he has anything on his mind, instead of lying alone on the railing and endorsing books, and when he is bored, he can only talk to the little birds and fishes in the yard Play.

"Father!" Song Wuyi's voice became hoarse, and these undead people looked here when they heard the voice, and couldn't feel the hostility in Song Wuxin's eyes at all, "Don't even think about leaving today, I want you to die In this Changqing Palace, show me Lanzhong the door for a lifetime!"

He smiled almost maniacally, as if he could hide the pain of losing a loved one in his heart, his tone was almost sick, Qing Yun who grew up with him had never seen him so scary.The dark clouds piled up thicker and thicker, and the torrential rain finally poured down from the sky. The entire Changqing Palace was dripping with scarlet blood. Behind Wen Su were countless silver wolves. A blue bird, the cry of that blue bird resounded throughout the sky, and Song Wuyi was held up in the air by his spiritual power. He just watched the silver wolf below and those living dead biting each other, and countless blue birds rushed over like swords. Well, the living dead were torn apart like this, with no bones left. They died once 18 years ago, and they will die again 18 years later.

The blood of all the people is flowing under his feet. Song Wuyi is like a supreme god at this moment. The cruelty and violence in his eyes can no longer be concealed. He has seen how many living dead people are in that secret room. It's just a small part of it.

King Shen, you are finished.

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Song Yiyi sat in the main hall, this was where his father used to sit, and his relatives died in just one night, his father had sat here countless times, watching everything in Changqing Palace, Song Yiyi also Sitting here, but all he sees is the blood that keeps flowing and the broken corpses. Father, open your eyes and look at your Changqing Palace.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, the silver wolf was guarding the gate of Changqing Palace in the rainstorm, the blue bird was standing on the city wall to monitor the movements of the four directions, the ribbon on Qingyun's wrist was stained with blood, he looked up at Song Wuyi in the hall, The sound of rain is particularly obvious.

Before "Young Master" Qingyun could finish speaking, Song Wuxin interrupted him.

"I don't see anyone today." Song Wuyi's tone was cold, and only Qingyun could hear the despair in his heart.

At that time, Ling Zhaoling was standing outside the door. He knew everything all the way here, and now he just wanted to take a look at Song Wuyi, just to reassure him.He seemed to have been stabbed several times in his heart, and also seemed to have burned a lot of desires, let the fire mix him and Song Wuyi together, and let me hurt him.

Song Wuxin walked out of the hall in a daze, and saw Ling Zhaoling outside the door, his hostility was torn apart instantly, he had no strength, no expression, but tears kept streaming, Ling Zhaoling hurriedly went up Before hugging him, his whole body seemed to have no bones.Qingyun was standing at the entrance of the main hall, watching the two people embrace each other in the rain.

"Lang Zhaoling, come and save me, I'm going to die" Song Wuyi's voice was vague, and Ling Zhaoling's chest was just a little heat he just clings to.Didn't you say that I am the Lord of Gods?But why is my father still dead, my mother, and the younger sister who has not grown up? I can’t even see their corpses. Is this the Lord of All Gods?

Ling Zhaoling didn't say a word, picked him up, tore off his clothes and covered his eyes, if you don't want to see it, don't watch it, I'll carry you away, don't think about anything, sleep in the bed tonight In my arms, I will sleep in my arms every day from now on.