sir he is sweet

Murong Sheng patted his head, gritted his teeth and forced himself not to think about those messy things, took the lead and swept out, and went straight to the peak.

On a small hill, someone was sitting on the back of a corpse, his eyes downcast and his voice blowing.

The man was dressed in a pure black dress, and the black cloak fell down, covering most of his face, except for a pointed chin.

Murong Sheng rushed towards him, and became entangled with the corpses blocking him.

One sword at a time, approaching the eye sockets, he struck so hard that he completely cut off half of the corpse's head.

"Don't dare to show your face?"

Affected by the call of the spirit bird, Xiao's voice deviated from the original notes and intonation, and then stopped, the opponent lifted Xiao to block Murong Sheng's sword.

It is a pair of slender white hands.

"Woman?" Murong Sheng stood still, thought for a moment, scratched his fingertips, dripped a drop of blood on the ancient jade around his neck, and suddenly, the ancient jade was astonishingly hot, emitting a bright white light.

But it's just a moment of effort.

The corpse men who surrounded him suddenly backed away, as if they were jealous of something.

The corpse driver also stepped back and continued to play the flute.

The spirit bird flew over, stood on Murong Sheng's shoulder, tilted its head to look at them, and then at Murong Sheng.

Murong Sheng touched its head to show its intimacy.

He finally knew why Qi Zhao insisted on bringing this spirit bird with him.

Can save lives.

This is almost an intimate harmony that has never been seen between a person and a bird. The spirit bird was a little excited, and there was a "gurgling" sound in its throat, and it called out one after another.

Its voice was mixed with Xiao's, sharp and piercing, and it was difficult to tell who belonged to whom.

The corpses hesitated, and began to bump back and forth in their own team like headless chickens.

Murong Sheng sneered, raised his jaw, and said in a mocking tone, "Why...don't you dare to show your face? Or are you afraid that your dear brother won't be able to accept this scene?"

The other party gave a sharp pause, put Xiao down as if he was a little angry, and spoke in an indifferent manner.

"The Seventh Prince is really bold. He dares to come to this kind of place, and he is not afraid that he will never return."

It seemed that he was in his own territory, and the other party was quite confident, "Don't think that you don't pay attention to anything because you wear the ancient Xiang's national jade. These things... are not as simple as you imagine."

The high-pitched female voice tinged with a crazy smile, "Just like that bitch Qinghe... I don't know how much I weigh!"

Mentioning old friends, Murong Sheng frowned, put away his sword, and slowly looked at the corpses around him who were gathered in a circle but stagnated at a certain distance without approaching, with a serious face, "The secret technique of the Miao domain was defeated by you!" Such abuse, even if you are not afraid of backlash, is it possible that you are not afraid of being tracked down by the people of Miaoyu and finding you to settle accounts?"

There was a smell of rotting meat in the air, the smell was rotting, and it made people feel chilly, but the spirit bird seemed very excited, jumping up and down on Murong Sheng's shoulder, calling twice from time to time.

But it didn't rush up to look for food, as if it knew Murong Sheng didn't like it, it just paced on Murong Sheng's shoulder eagerly and excitedly.

"Don't worry," Murong Sheng squinted his eyes, turned his head to look over, and said expressionlessly, "I'll let you eat your fill later!"

"Calculate?"

The woman "hoho" sneered, with a sarcastic tone, "What are you? People from the Miaoyu who can be summoned come to find me to settle accounts? Do you know that people from the Miaoyu Holy Society live in secluded places, and few people see their true colors?"

At this point in the matter, she didn't need to cover it up, she raised her hand and lifted off the brim of her hat, revealing a familiar face with full makeup.

"Seventh prince, with your status as the queen of the royal family, can you have the ability to command people from Guxiang and Miaoyu to come and settle accounts with me?"

The woman laughed arrogantly, her right face was covered with black vines, "Since you're here, don't leave!"

She squinted her eyes, took the blood as a sacrifice, and sprinkled it into the air. Suddenly, the corpses who had hesitated because of the ancient jade just now swarmed up like chicken blood.

Murong Sheng hadn't had time to react, those corpses who rushed towards him were bounced away by a force, and someone in white clothes fell from the sky and landed beside him.

"The members of the Miaoyu Holy Association live in seclusion?"

The visitor's complexion was stunning and stunning, he stood with his hands behind his back, as if he was strolling in a courtyard, tilted his head slightly, and said from a distance behind, "Look! I'm just saying that you people only know how to retreat and nourish themselves all day long. It's a useless thing, someone took advantage of it, broke the rules, and even came out to bluff and deceive, bad Miaoyu's reputation!"

In the jungle behind him, seven or eight middle-aged people dressed in Miao clothes quickly followed.

"Sir, don't blame it. It's our negligence. Let us deal with it here."

The leading middle-aged man folded his right hand on his left shoulder, bowed deeply, and said respectfully to Qi, "Please step back."

Qi Zhao nodded slightly, bent his eyebrows and eyes, and casually glanced at the woman, his eyes mocking, "You will suffer the consequences!"

He stepped back and reached out his hand to Murong Sheng, "Let's go! Your Highness, by the way, let this little guy have a full meal!"

In this stall, Murong Sheng was completely stupid.

He looked at Qi Zhao, as if he knew him, but also didn't seem to know him, his eyes were dazed and stunned, he stretched out obediently, and was led back, "This...they are really from that Miaoyu Holy Society?" person?"

How did Qi Zhao know these people?Wouldn't it be just finding someone to make up the number?Could this... be useful?

As if seeing his thoughts, Qi Zhao stopped, looked at him with a smile, and said softly, "My mother is the former saint of Miaoyu."

"So these things don't dare to get close to me easily."

Murong Sheng's eyes widened when he heard this, and he turned his head to look at the fleeing corpses around him, indeed... they were all avoiding their direction.

"Then you... are you from Miaoyu?"

After Murong Sheng was astonished, he finally understood.

No wonder this person once stated that his hometown is located in the southwest, and the Miao territory is to the west, but it also crosses part of the south, isn't it just... the southwest!

"Yes, not all."

Qi Zhao took out the handkerchief, moved closer, gently and carefully wiped off the blood stains on Murong Sheng's hair, smiled slightly, and Murong Sheng's incomprehensible calm was in his pupils.

"My father is from Guxiang."

But the first time he mentioned his life experience, it was in such a chaotic situation, corpses fell to the ground in pieces behind him, and he couldn't hear what Rong Wei was yelling hysterically.

Murong Sheng knew that this person had completely completed the task of going to Qinghe, no matter what means and methods he used.

There is no need to use such strenuous things as face-to-face cutscenes, all the dead... can get justice.

This is the simplest and most straightforward method. After all, it is not a glorious thing to die among a group of corpses being controlled by Cao.

Don't make a fuss, it's a dull loss if you eat it.