How to Raid the Flower of Low Ridge

But if she is not old-fashioned, she remembers that her husband died more than 30 years ago.

Hearing the call of the dead at this time, the tone of the voice was the same as it was decades ago, Mrs. Zhimeng's red lips could not help but draw a contemptuous angle.She would like to see what other tricks this person can play.

In the pitch black mist ahead, heavy footsteps approached with the call, and finally, that honest and even dull face appeared little by little in Baojie's halo.

Miao Zhimeng's husband is a mortal without spiritual roots, so he can only be her husband, not her Taoist companion.He also knows that there is a difference between himself and his spouse, so he has always lived in seclusion in Zhimeng Mansion and never showed his face outside. Over the years, he has developed a wimpy temperament that matches his face.

The man stood still a few steps away from her, and he didn't dare to go any further. His eyes, which were always drooping, were slightly widened, and even the light of surprise inside was carefully lit up: "Ah, it's really you, I The first thing I saw from a long distance was not the light, but those shining pearls on your head. A Miao, you... you haven't changed much, after all these years, you are still as beautiful as before."

It's like learning.Madame Zhimeng thought to herself.If he really lived in this world, he should be in this pitiful state, submissive and annoying.

The man was still talking: "Why did you come here? This place is too scary, there are all kinds of monsters and ghosts! ... Oh yes, you are a fairy teacher, so you are not afraid of this. I always forget this. In my eyes, you are always the proud little girl who loves to paint and paint."

Madam Zhimeng still looked at him coldly.

Seeing this, the man laughed a few times: "You're always like this, I get scared when you stare at me." He tentatively took a step forward, and whispered: "A Miao, I can see you again as soon as I wake up, That's great, in fact, I haven't had time to say a lot to you. By the way, I just..."

"Is that enough?" Mrs. Zhimeng interrupted him, she snorted coldly, "Peeping memories and forming hallucinations is such a trivial trick, I dare to use it on me. Bring a fake Zhao Lang over here, hoping to see me Is it a gaffe?"

"A Miao, what are you talking about?" The man looked confused, "I am Zhao Lang, really Zhao Lang! A Miao, don't you recognize me?"

Mrs. Zhimeng almost wanted to laugh out loud, "Okay, even if you are real." The woman's eyes were beautiful, "I killed you once, and I can kill you a second time."

As soon as her ending sound fell, the butterfly wrapped in silk flew out in response!At this moment, the light and soft cloth was like a cicada's wing and a thin blade, passing across the man's neck, before he even had time to feel the pain, blood was already splashing out!

"...!"

The man covered his neck in astonishment, as if he didn't understand why his first wife would kill him again.He opened and closed his lips, and staggered towards Mrs. Zhimeng: "Ah, A Miao, you..."

Mrs. Weaving Dream remained motionless.

One step, two steps, he is already close to her, the man is looking at her sadly but nostalgicly, and with the last strength he touches the tip of his tongue: "I... I didn't... I was sorry to you..."

His last few words turned into air and brushed past her temples, "Also, you, you have to...be careful..."

thump.

As the man fell to the ground, a few drops of scorching blood splashed onto Mrs. Zhimeng's cheek.She is very clean by nature, even though she knew that all this was someone's malicious illusion, she still subconsciously wiped it off with her hands. She looked down and saw that her fingertips were bright red, as if she had just been stained with rouge of a different color.

Mrs. Weaving Dream frowned, and quickly chanted a series of spells, trying to make this annoying hallucination disappear.But she had repeated the spell three times, her fingertips were still red, and Zhao Lang in front of her still hadn't disappeared.Mrs. Zhimeng finally realized something, and her hands trembled violently.

She opened her mouth, but found that she didn't even have the ability to scream.

Ah.A laugh came from the void, suddenly like an auditory hallucination.

Although the laughter was fleeting, Mrs. Zhimeng had already recognized this familiar voice. She suddenly raised her head and looked around at the endless darkness covering the sky. Suddenly, the woman's pupils shrank sharply, as if seeing something extremely Horrible thing, her throat trembled, and the voice she made was like a scream: "It really is you—"

"——How did I never know that there are so many students in Tianxian Court!" Shen Yun kicked away a rushing student and blurted out.

After these "students" found them, they rushed towards them like mad dogs.After all, these people were wearing the uniforms of Tianxian Court. Even though he knew in his heart that they were just puppets, Shen Yun still couldn't do anything cruel, so he simply treated Tongchun as a wooden club, and whoever would hit whomever.

The kid Lu Miyuan didn't have the burden of his uncle at all, he got out of the scabbard in vain, and the corpses lay all over the place all the way, Shen Yun was stunned to see: "Is the kid's psychological quality a little too good?"

But no matter how the two of them beat and beheaded, these puppets with blurry faces were endless, constantly rushing towards them from all directions, and the huge Tianxian Court was bustling with people at the moment, even more crowded than the market in Jinji City.

"I can't go on like this, I already feel a little out of energy..." While beating his classmates, Shen Yun was about to ask whether he should run up Juan Linfeng, when Lu Miyuan's eyes moved slightly, and then he grabbed Shen Yun Wrist, turned the direction: "Follow me." The situation was urgent, and I didn't even bother to say the word uncle.

Although Lu Miyuan is unable to guard against the illusion, he already knows that the illusion in the clouds and ghost gaps is supplied by ghost energy, so once it is activated, the ghost energy that was hidden in the surrounding area will gather in response to the spell—since there is flow, it will naturally There is a gap of weakness.

"Where are you going?"

"Out of court." Lu Miyuan answered briefly.

The two who wanted to escape obviously angered these students even more. They chased after them with claws and claws, and a gap was torn in the face like stained paper. From the black hole, there was an inhuman Howling terribly, as if he was furious because of the escape of his prey.

Under the gaze of the eagle and the white crane, the two held hands, turned over the nine-curved corridor, passed the martial arts field, and passed through the main hall. Just one step away, almost as long as one leaps forward, the two of them can be thrown to the ground.At the critical moment, Shen Yun didn't care whether the spell would work or not, he pointed his halberd straight forward and shouted: "Break!"

boom!

The moment the door was closed and opened, the familiar white light flashed again, and a long veil rushed in from the door, binding the two of them together involuntarily. Before Shen Yun could react, his face was also covered. After wearing a layer of tulle, he felt a heavy object hitting his body, clinging to him, and the other party's scorching breath breathed into his face through the veil at the same time: "...!"

Shen Yun's eyes widened, and then his waist tightened, and he and Lu Miyuan were dragged out of the courtyard.

The two were entangled in silk and mist to form a conjoined twin. After landing with a bang, they rolled on the ground a few times before stopping.As the day turned back to night, a clear female voice anxiously sounded from above:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's the first time I've brought two people out of the illusion at the same time. I'm really not very proficient... Are you all right? I'll untie it for you two!"

Shen Yun, whose mouth was covered by the mist, said, "Umm...?!!"

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Fellow practitioner Gong: You are bound.

Xiaolu: Tie it well, make it tighter.

Junior Uncle:? ? ?

Barely catching up with woo woo woo, during this period of time I have reflected on my update frequency, I feel that it is not good to always press the dead line, and I will slowly work hard to adjust it to update every other day_(:з」 ∠)_