After being disliked by thousands of people, I was spoiled alone

Mu Tongchen looked at the ghostly blood mist, sneered, raised his foot and walked in.

Knowing to ignore him, she turned her head to look at Rong Wen.

Rong Wen had been injured once because of the illusion, which made him a little worried, but if he hadn't come to Wuzhou with him, he probably wouldn't have been involved in this troublesome matter, which made him feel a little guilty.

After looking at Rong Wen for a while, although he felt it was unnecessary, he still told him: "Be careful."

Rong Wen waved his hand towards the blood-colored mist, and groups of fox fires lit up one after another, drawing a path out of the dense fog. After all this was done, he smiled warmly, "Don't worry, my lord."

"What are you two dawdling behind?" Mu Tongchen's voice came from inside, but there was no one there.

Mingzhi frowned and scolded back: "Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"

Mu Tongchen let out a "tsk" out of nowhere, "I explain that I know you and him..." Before he could utter another word, his voice stopped abruptly.

Just as he was wondering, there was another slight sound of clothes rubbing against the door, as if someone stood up or squatted down.

After a while, Mu Tongchen's voice came again, but it was a strange tone, as if he had seen something that should not appear in front of his eyes.

He said: "I'm not in a hurry to reincarnate, but I'm afraid that if we are a little later, someone will really want to be reincarnated."

Knowing that he was startled, Xunsheng quickly walked to where Mu Tongchen was, and Rong Wen followed closely behind him.

Mu Tongchen squatted on the ground with his backlit, heard footsteps behind him, stood up, took a step to the side, and signaled them to look.

Black and white intertwine on the ground, there is a whisk and a pen, the white one is the tail and the tip of the pen, and the black one is the handle and the barrel of the pen, the two things are simple and unsophisticated, without any pattern on the whole body.

After seeing it clearly, he would be in disbelief for a while, "Si Ming and Di Sheng?"

Hearing these two names, Rong Wen couldn't help but frown, but it was only for a moment.

Si Ming refers to the pen, and Di Sheng refers to the whisk. Both of these two things are magic weapons for Lord Lingxing to make things difficult.

The problem lies in this, the magic weapon is not only a symbol of the gods in the heaven, but also a weapon of the gods, which is so important, it can be seen.

It is difficult for Cheng to manage fate and stars, write fate with a pen, sweep the stars with a brush, he will never discard these two things at will, let alone in this dangerous situation, seeing these two things here now, the meaning is huge One can imagine.

He gasped suddenly.

Fortunately, Dou Xian was still on his shoulder, so it shouldn't be difficult to find Cheng Nan. Thinking of this, he calmed down a little, and asked Rong Wen, "Is there more than Cheng Nan's painting?"

Rong Wen nodded without waiting for him to finish speaking, took out half of the broken painting from nowhere, and fed it to Dou Xian according to law.

Immediately, a faint gossamer-like red line in the air extended to the dark depths where the foxfire could not find it.

It was the first time that Mu Tongchen saw Rong Wen's strange technique, and he was amazed again and again. He casually put away Di Sheng and Si Ming at his feet, and said, "Hurry up, Si Ming Disheng is here, and Lingxing Jun is naked. Bring a mop bottle, the day lily will be cold later."

Saying so, there was no trace of anxiety on his face, and he moved crookedly along the extension of the thin line with the broken jade.

Knowing that he was used to his tone, he glanced at his face and asked, then raised his heels up.

Rong Wen stood aside, blocked him, and said softly: "Your Excellency, follow me."

He was slightly taken aback, but he also knew that now was not the time to evade him, so he smiled warmly and said: "Okay, be careful."

The darkness seemed to have no end, and the fox fire spread out one by one. The three of them walked all the way, and nothing happened, but this is also the weirdness. When they stepped into this maze, they were completely like prey in a trap .

The prey fell into the trap, but the hunter did not appear for a long time, which made people suspicious.

Mu Tongchen had never done such a drudgery before, and within a moment, annoyed, he raised his hand and waved the jade fragments, using ten percent of his divine power,

Cursed: "How about playing hide-and-seek with your grandfather? This uncle will break your bastard shell."

The incident happened suddenly, knowing that it was too late to stop it, so he could only do something wrong.

Yu Sui seems to be non-aggressive, but with the blessing of the snow god's divine power from the leader of the incense over the years, with this blow, countless snow-white petals fall from Yu Sui, turning into a sharp blade, breaking the thick sticky blood mist. Fine mouth.

The light bloomed from these openings, but only for a short moment, the dense fog glued together again, and the sharp blade that lost its load in the darkness rolled up a gust of wind, like ghosts whispering, approaching them step by step, and blowing countless broken jade petals along the way. return.

The petals rushed over, like countless dust, the three of them couldn't react in time, and the whole body was covered with petals.

Knowing that he was about to choke, he quickly raised his hand to brush away the petals that were coming towards him with divine power, gasping for breath, he couldn't bear it any longer, and scolded Mu Tongchen, "Mu Tongchen! You are here to f*cking help me!" of?!"

"I don't like what you say. I didn't know it would be like this. Besides, isn't this pretty?"

Mu Tongchen was tidying up the petals on his sleeve at the moment. Hearing what he said, he immediately stopped his movements and looked up to see the petals falling one after another.

Seeing the grinning appearance, Rong Wen pressed his lips into a muffled smile, and secretly used spells to make the weather invisible.

He motioned Mingzhi to look over his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, my lord, we've probably already arrived."

The petals fell little by little, and he suppressed his anger and doubts to look at his shoulders, only to find that the thread guiding the way in Dou Xian's hand had disappeared, and correspondingly, something even weirder appeared where the Firefox reached.

It was a mansion with high walls of black tiles and carved beams and painted buildings. Although it was a little old, it could vaguely see the grandeur of that year.

When Mu Tongchen saw the mansion, he gave Mingzhi a sideways look, and smiled triumphantly: "Look, I still need to take action at the critical moment." After speaking, he went to study the mansion with great interest.

Knowingly ignoring him, but inexplicably feeling that this mansion is familiar, and subconsciously feeling that there should be a man in green shirt standing in front of the mansion, with a book basket on his back, opening the door.

His mind suddenly came to light, and he couldn't help but wonder, "Ning Zhen's mansion?"

But he quickly realized that this was probably the teacher's technique.

The teacher spent so much time and effort to create this mirror-within-mirror, but it was just for a Maoer?

He thought about it for a while, but he didn't believe this seemingly reasonable answer. From the time they met Ning Zhen, to the Sui E ghost, and even to this place, he knew that everything seemed to be destined.

And all of this, he dared to say, was inseparably related to the seemingly irrelevant Dazhao Mingling.

Here at Siji, a familiar old voice suddenly sounded in his ear, the voice was like a blade of light breaking through the thick fog, it made him tremble all over, and broke out in cold sweat, but it was not fear, but a long-awaited joy.

He has smiled, maybe his 1000 years of loneliness and pain day and night will end because of this life bell.

He held back his emotions in silence, curled the corners of his mouth warmly, and raised his head, but all emotions froze at this moment.

Rong Wen stood in front of him, looking at him with concern.

Rong Wen, he promised Rong Wen before, he didn't know how much he saw his emotional changes in a moment, breaking his promise is not a gentleman's act, although he is not a gentleman, but the promise is also valued by the general, secretly thinking Suddenly, his complexion melted again, and he suddenly realized that this was his mission, and he probably didn't break his promise, and then he smiled at Rongrong and said, "May I have another look at that fate bell?"

Rong Wen hesitated when he heard the words, but seeing him smiling, he hesitated for a moment, then took out the life bell and handed it to him, "What do you remember, my lord?"

Mingzhi lowered his head and rubbed the life bell.

The Mingling bell is round, simple and elegant, and the outer wall is carved with dense patterns, which are a little rough. He didn't need to look closely to know that it was the totem of the Jokhang imperial family - Hibiscus.

It is rumored that Mr. Xia's ancestor in Dazhao Kingdom was born and raised in a double-petalled hibiscus. After the founding of the country, he took the hibiscus as a totem, and engraved the hibiscus on the life bell. The orthodox blood of the royal family has seven petals, and the rest are five-fold.

The fate bell in his hand, vines and vines, with no more petals, is exactly sevenfold.

He was slightly startled, and carefully stroked every inch of the bell wall, every lifelike hibiscus flower, and couldn't help but tighten his grip on this "death talisman".

Qichong, what he owes the Jokhang Kingdom is more than seven or five?

After being in a daze for a moment, he loosened his fingers suddenly, returned the life bell to Rong Wen, and smiled, "I remembered some old things about old sesame seeds and rotten millet, it's not worth mentioning."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking, and walked slowly towards the mansion. The wind blowing from nowhere turned up the corners of his robe. Under the reflection of the fox fire, he was thin and tall, with a straight back, like a fresh bamboo, but he was alone and extremely lonely. .

Rong Wen was slightly taken aback, thinking of the starry night many years ago when gardenias bloomed like crazy, and it was the same at that time, the man in white left him a back view, clearly the distance was very close, but he felt that he would never be able to cross it.

So it took him 1000 years to finally understand what this distance means. He thought, how did such a thin shoulder bear such a heavy and painful thing when he was still eating and waiting to die? ?

From then on, his heart seemed to be gouged out by a blunt knife, and the blood flowed continuously, day and night.

Now that it was like this again, he felt a dull pain in his heart, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Mingzhi's sleeve, stepped forward, and stood side by side with him, "My lord! I will always be by your side."

No longer behind him, but beside him, he wants to split the thousand-year sword between them and stand by his side.

Knowingly, he was obviously taken aback, but he was used to Rong Wen's nonsensical words, so he was not surprised, but felt that there seemed to be some things he didn't understand, just like he didn't understand why Rong Wen appeared in the missing Shan happened to help him, and why he was always by the side of a person who was despised by everyone, he didn't understand what it was, even if he wanted to break his head.

Suddenly, he blurted out, "Have I met you before?"

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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, my family.