Death Princess

"Come on, eat more, there is more here." While talking, the old woman put the added food in front of Ou Xueli, "Look at you two siblings, who have been wandering outside these years, Must have suffered a lot."

Ou Xueli glanced guiltily at her elder sister beside her, seeing that she didn't respond, so she began to eat with confidence.But Ou Xuemu stared at the fragrant food, unable to put down his chopsticks for a long time.

"It's just that I didn't expect Ziqing's two children to be so big." The old woman said while looking at her hunched husband beside her, "You think so, old man."

"Yeah, I think back when a group of young people left the village..."

Yes, this is A Niang's former home, and they are all A Niang's relatives.Ou Xuemu looked at his younger brother who was gobbling like a starved ghost beside him, and his heart was full of debts.If he had chosen to go with that person instead of staying in the dark pavilion, how could Ali have suffered so much.

"Hey, Ziqing is gone, and Xiaochao is gone too. I don't know how many people are left among the group of people who left the village under the evil of the court." The old man always likes to recall the past. , even if they broke their legs back then, they were also meant to be kept."

"Old man, what are you talking about? Young people have their own choices. How can we guys who have half-legged into the coffin be able to control them?" After glaring at her husband, the old woman shook her head, "This little boy How can a small village hold their aspirations and hearts? Wasn’t it the same for us back then?”

"How could it be the same?" The old man stared back, "The present is different from the past. Back then, it was a chaotic time, when the Spirit Race was useful; but now, the world is peaceful, and the Spirit Race has become a thorn in the court's side. I have said a long time ago that with history as a mirror and history as a mirror, the fate of the Spirit Race in all dynasties and dynasties is not the same? Being used, being feared, being unloaded and killed. Those who sit on the dragon chair, How can we tolerate a group of existences with strange arts like us?"

"If we hadn't known this earlier, how could the ancestors of the Spirit Race have chosen to go into seclusion, and even set the rule that 'those who come out of the mountain must abandon their identity as a Spirit Race and pluck their own spirit feathers'?" The old man sighed, "It's a pity that we had already Forget about the rules of the ancestors. Now a family has been destroyed, and the people of the clan have fallen apart and become the end of the dead under the sword."

"What does the old man say?" Ou Xuemu listened carefully to the chatter of the two old men.

"People have always been greedy, and dragon chairs are often even more greedy." The old man explained patiently, "They want spiritual power, but they can't tolerate the existence of the spirit race. The spirit race has always been sparse for various reasons. Ordinary people who are no match for three wives and six concubines will always be a minority among the crowd. Moreover, the spirit clan has always been a state of disunity. Even in its heyday, the heads of the five major clans had no right to order the entire clan. Now that the tribe is scattered, the existence of the tribe leader can at most be regarded as a postman with slightly stronger spiritual power and coordinating news from all parties."

"Such a scattered spirit clan has the ability to reach the heavens, how can it be against a large army? What's more, the spirit clan is also human, and there are many greedy and profit-seeking people among them. There are also different thoughts between the spirit clan and the spirit clan. ’ added the old woman.

"But how did I hear it?" Ou Xuemu said, "The five major spirit clans now recognize the leader of the Illusory Spirit Clan as the head, and the leader and young leader of the Illusory Spirit Clan are not ordinary people."

"What's the use of not being an idler? So what if the five clans are unified?" The old man smiled disdainfully, "The current spirit clan is just a mass of mud that can't support the wall. As long as there are people sitting on the dragon chair for a day, the court will We won't give the spirit clan a chance to regroup, we can only sit and wait for Fengyuwei to kill them all. He, the patriarch of the phantom spirit clan, mainly wants to save the spirit clan from danger, unless he ascends the throne of Naluoshizi himself. "

"..." Ou Xue was speechless.

"Then..." Ou Xueli, who was still buried in the rice just now, suddenly raised her head and asked, "Is it safe to hide in this village?"

"Heh, how can there be an absolutely safe place in this world?" The old man smiled sarcastically, "But at least there is an enchantment here, and only the spirit clan or those who hold the token of the spirit clan can find this village .”

"Oh." After Ou Xueli nodded, he returned to his great cause of binge eating.

No wonder Black Hawk went for a long time, but there was no movement.he thought.

It was night, and the black eagle flew out of the spirit village with the key made of ice crystals.

. . .

A village, a pair of old people, a pair of siblings, a black eagle, a group of unexpected guests.After a burst of swords, swords and raging fire, only the pair of siblings and the group of uninvited guests remained in the village.Zhaolu knew that this was a dream, a prophetic dream.

But before Zhao Lu cleared up the scene in front of her, everything changed again.

The location seemed to be in a forest, and the crisp autumn air just now had turned into a rare storm, lightning and thunder.The sky was dark, but it seemed that the only place where the morning dew was standing was covered by the dark clouds.A tree, a cedar tree broken by the rainstorm and thunder, a knife, a knife pierced through Zhaolu's left shoulder.

Tick, tick.Something dripped on the ground, maybe raindrops, maybe blood.

The scene in the dream was so real that Zhao Lu could clearly feel the sharp pain coming from his left shoulder, but at the same time, there was also pain like a steel needle piercing the meridians all over his body.Two kinds of spiritual power, one kind of internal power and one unknown power are running around in the body and fighting against each other, as if they can wipe out the unlucky container of Chaolu in minutes.

Maintaining the last sliver of clarity in her mind, Zhao Lu raised her head and followed the hand holding the knife, looking at the person holding the knife...

But at this moment, the dream woke up.

"Huh—" Zhao Lu sat up from the bed in the inn in shock, but found that the sky outside the window was still dark.

"Huh?" Han Shuangxue's confused voice came from the opposite couch, "What happened?"

Zhao Lu took a deep breath and breathed calmly, pretending nothing happened, and wiped off her cold sweat lightly.

"Are you dreaming?" But Han Shuangxue had already woken up, holding a candle that had just been lit, and yawned, she came to Chao Lu's bed.Under the candlelight, even though the cold sweat had been wiped off in time, Zhao Lu's pale complexion couldn't hide from the eyes of Han Shuangxue, the doctor, "Foretelling dreams? But did you dream about something bad?"

Bad things.Zhao Lu subconsciously touched her left shoulder which was aching even though she wasn't really injured.

"Could it be a dream?" Han Shuangxue put the candlelight in front of Chao Lu, and sized her up carefully, "Is it a relapse of the internal injury? Is the knife on Wumian so powerful?"

Zhao Lu rolled her eyes unabashedly, "You rub your shoulder when you get an internal injury?" She withdrew her hand on her left shoulder, and turned her left arm around her shoulder, "It's just that your arm is numb when you sleep."

"Well," Han Shuangxue seemed to believe what Chao Lu said, she put the candle on the desk beside her, and sat on Chao Lu's couch, "Then what did you dream about?"

"The Ou brothers."

"Brother Oushi?" Han Shuangxue raised her eyebrows.

"Hey, Shuangxue, tell me," but Zhao Lu didn't continue to explain, but asked with a strange expression, "I, the young patriarch of the Phantom Spirit Clan, am I just a postman in the eyes of the people in the clan?"

"Eh..." Han Shuangxue turned her head and scratched her nose, "Maybe it's more appropriate to call her 'nanny'?"

The nanny of the whole family.

"..." Zhao Lu resisted the urge to beat someone up.

"That's right," Han Shuangxue was aroused, "This family can't find a mother, so you take it in; the other family's mother can't find a child, so you can help find her. This family is too poor to wear underpants." Now, you go to send money; that family is being targeted by Fengyuwei, you go to save it."

It really is……

Zhao Lu reflected for a moment.

"It's good now, the five major clans are headed by the Phantom Spirit Clan," Han Shuangxue gloated and became addicted, "You have become the nurse of the entire Spirit Clan from the young patriarch."

"Hmm..." After thinking for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of Chaolu's lips curled up viciously, "It turns out that Father and Mother are Spiritual Nurse, interesting, interesting, I will talk about this new name with the other day." They listen."

"...Sister, please spare me!" Han Shuangxue said in seconds.

"Oh." But Zhao Lu didn't buy it.

"Sister Lu..." Han Shuangxue begged in tears.

But Zhao Lu's mind is no longer here.

If you want to save the Spirit Race from danger, you must ascend to the throne.From this point alone, I and the old man have the same views as heroes.Although he will not sit on the throne, but sooner or later he has to become someone who is connected with the blood of the spirit race.

Since it was a precognitive dream, then the village in the dream should be the place where I was about to go, Aniang Yao Jingyu used to live, right?Among the young people that the old man said had left the village, was there Yao Jingyu's aunt?If so, the Fengyuwei will slaughter that village today, and the culprit of all this is the Oushi siblings who are also of the Spirit Clan.

Wait, is it "Ou Xueli" alone, or two siblings?

Also, that knife.Could it be Fengyuwei's Ye Dao?No, no, the night knife is a horizontal knife, and that one seems... It seems to be a little shorter than the horizontal knife, more like a Yanling waist knife.

Yanling waist knife...

"What's the matter?" Zhao Lu just had a flash of inspiration and was about to think of something, but was interrupted by Han Shuangxue's voice.

Withdrawing her thoughts, Zhao Lu looked out of the dimly lit window, and said: "Wake up Bo Fan, set off early, I'm afraid we may encounter big problems in that village today."

"Big event?" Han Shuangxue shuddered thinking of the abnormal movement of Fengyuwei mentioned by He Yi earlier.

"Don't worry," Chao Lu gave Han Shuangxue a reassurance, "everything in a predictable dream will change as the situation changes. In this dream, the time, place, and characters are surprisingly clear. As long as you use illusion to deceive The eyes of everyone, including the dream master, are used to deceive the world, and the ending of the dream will change." Jumping off the bed, fastening his coat, he patted Han Shuangxue on the back, "I have already figured out a countermeasure, let's go , go there earlier, prepare earlier."

"Yes." Han Shuangxue nodded and followed Chao Lu's pace.

A quarter of an hour later, Chao Lu, Han Shuangxue, and Chao Bofan, the spiritual trio, were ready to go and set foot on the still-awake street.

Looking at the misty sky, Chao Lu sighed in his heart.

The day dawned so early, it seems that today may be very long.