match made in heaven

Yan Duruo was delayed for a while when returning to Qiyin Palace according to Yan Guizhi's words. She ran into Wen Chang on the way.

Yan Duruo fought back and forth with him, and when he was about to chase someone, the scene in front of him changed drastically, a blood moon rose in the sky, with a radius of several miles, there was no sound, and Wenchang also disappeared. Yan Duruo knew that he was being dragged Go to a place similar to an illusion.

She wielded the Qi Saber, gathered her spiritual power and slashed at the moon, a white light rushed into the air, and then the space distorted and absorbed it.

Yan Duruo frowned, her face was heavy, she pondered for a while, and decided to go to Qiyin Palace first.

As they passed by, the surroundings were quiet, and when they arrived at the gate of Qiyin Palace, Yan Duruo entered through the main gate and shouted, "Feng Yin, is that snake there?"

Called for a long time, no echo.

Yan Duruo went to Su Fengyin's bedroom to have a look, but there was no one there, and when she was about to go back to the square to have a look, she heard some movement in the courtyard next door.

Yan Duruo picked up the saber and lightly leaned on the wall, but before he could stand still, a black shadow came towards him, Yan Duruo swung the saber and cut the thing in two, when he looked closely, he saw it was a thorn.

Looking down, the entire courtyard is full of these things, the thin part is as thick as a wrist, the thick part is as thick as a water tank, black in color, with barbed thorns on it, like fangs in the mouth of a beast.

These thorns grew more and more, and in the courtyard, they entangled and twisted their bodies like snakes.

Yan Duruo said in a low voice, "What the hell."

With a glance, he found a figure in the middle of the courtyard, with long hair loose, like black satin, and red begonias blooming on the black clothes, like flowers growing on thorns.

Yan Duruo shouted: "Hey, Sang Rao, where is Feng Yin?"

Sang Rao raised her head and glanced at her, wondering if it was because of the strange moonlight, or because of the strange scene here, Yan Duruo actually saw that there was water in Sang Rao's eyes.

Yan Duruo thought about it again, and got goosebumps all over his body.

That Sang Rao, how could it be...

Yan Duruo stood on the wall and looked around, the surroundings were still silent, when she looked at the courtyard again, there were more thorns, but Sang Rao didn't do anything, only a barrier was blocking the thorns.

Yan Duruo shouted: "Sang Rao, there is a problem with that Chongyan, someone designed to take out the Shark Candle, and put all the upper and lower points in the palace. Anyway, let me come here to inform you, and you should keep an eye on it."

Sang Rao said, "I should have escaped endlessly."

Sang Rao's voice was very small and trembling. Yan Duruo couldn't hear clearly for a while, so he opened his ears and called out, "What did you say? Can you make it clearer."

Seeing that Sang Rao was still lingering in the thorns, Yan Duruo said angrily, "Can you come out and talk? When is it? Why are you playing with thorns?"

A moment after the words fell, Sang Rao's enchantment shattered, and the thorns swarmed towards Sang Rao, but Sang Rao didn't intend to do anything, but her body was stiff, her eyes were trembling, and the corners of her mouth were tense. She wanted to run away, but there was no way out. .

Like this, Yan Duruo opened her mouth slightly, watching the thorns entangling her body in amazement, just like a poisonous snake preying on its prey, its fangs piercing the prey's skin, and the body tightly wrapping the prey.

Yan Duruo followed the thorns all the way, looking at Sang Rao who was lifted into the air.

Yan Duruo said: "Sang Rao, you are not afraid of thorns."

Sang Rao gave her a hard look, gritted her teeth and cursed, "You son of a bitch!..."

Before the words were finished, the thorns entangled even tighter, Sang Rao stopped talking, as if holding her breath.

Seeing this, Yan Duruo became more and more convinced, she laughed, and the clear laughter rippling in the air, Yan Duruo covered her abdomen, stomped her feet, and said, "You, Sang Rao, the majestic leader of the Teng Snake Clan, the leader of the fairy world Qingmiao Xianzun, with nearly a thousand years of cultivation, is actually...afraid of small thorns, ouch, my God, hahaha..."

Yan Duruo grasped Sang Rao's embarrassment, firstly he was surprised and unbelievable, and secondly, thinking of her usual arrogant temper, she would suffer such hardships, she was overjoyed, laughed so hard that tears came out of the corners of her eyes.

It wasn't until he lost his breath from laughing, took a breath of cool air, and coughed a few times, that he stopped.

Yan Duruo said: "Patriarch Sang."

Yan Duruo took a few steps lightly on the top of the wall, walked up to Sang Rao, she held her long knife, and with a smile on her lips, she gloated and said, "Would you like me to help you?"

Sang Rao looked at her without saying a word.

Yan Duruo's smile deepened, and she said: "If you beg me, I will save you."

The thorns became even tighter, and Sang Rao gasped. She looked down at Yan Duruo from above, gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "Get lost!"

"The mouth is really tough." Yan Duruo chuckled, inserted the blade of the long knife down into the wall, leaned on the handle with his arms folded, and said, "I'll see how long you can last."

At first, Sang Rao closed her eyes and frowned, because the moonlight was blood red, so she couldn't tell how pale she was.Yan Duruo pointed at his arm, watching Sang Rao's reaction with leisure, and then thinking about Sang Rao's usually flamboyant and unruly appearance, this kind of posture is really rare in a hundred years.

Greedy wolf's sharp eyes, Yan Duruo could see that Sang Rao's whole body was trembling slightly, she was really terrified, but the people above were so proud, how could they show weakness.

The thorns got closer and closer, a thorn touched her neck, and the barbs pierced into the skin, and immediately the bright red overflowed and trickled down.

Sang Rao groaned, as if trembling and choking, Yan Duruo opened his eyes wide, and saw a drop of clear tears fall from Sang Rao's cheek.

Yan Duruo was stunned for a while, then said in a low voice, "Tsk, it won't kill you to be soft!"

Then he kicked the blade sideways, took out the knife, held it horizontally in his hand, pointed his toes, and flew towards the thorns, swiped the long knife, and saw a silver light flashing, and the thorns turned into fly ash in the blink of an eye.

Yan Duruo hugged the falling person with both hands and landed on the ground, she said: "You are so stubborn!"

Sang Rao closed her eyes at first, and then slowly opened them. Seeing that those thorns had disappeared, she lost her mind for a moment, then suddenly, her expression changed, she grabbed Yan Duruo's skirt, and said viciously: "If what happened today, you If you dare to speak out, I will kill you!"

Sang Rao's expression changed too quickly, if it wasn't for the tears in the corners of Sang Rao's eyes and the red eye sockets, Yan Duruo would have thought she was just pretending.

Yan Duruo said: "I am your savior after all, don't you think your attitude is too rude?"

Sang Rao's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and said, "You!"

"Patriarch!"

"Your Highness!"

The two of them followed the prestige, and saw Yingbuhui and Yuehao galloping towards, and landed in the courtyard, Sang Rao said to Yan Duruo: "If you dare to say it, I will destroy your entire clan!"

Yan Duruo threw Sang Rao out, Sang Rao reacted quickly, turned over, squatted on the ground, Yingbuhui rushed to help her.

Yan Duruo sneered and said: "I heard that Shunyou's magic is best at making thorns. You are so afraid of thorns because you are afraid of Shunyou. The head of a dignified clan is so afraid of a half-monster. I really miss you. The majesty of the clan!"

Sang Rao just stood up, and when she heard these words, blood surged up, and her eyes immediately turned into animal pupils. She summoned the Huiwen sword in one hand, turned around and attacked Yan Duruo without sparing any effort.

Yan Duruo summoned the Qi-cutting saber with his backhand, pulled the long saber, and said, "I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ying Bugui stopped Sang Rao and shouted: "Patriarch calm down."

Yue Hao also quickly hugged Yan Duruo and said, "Your Highness, now is not the time for internal fighting."

Yan Duruo said: "You saw it too, it's her who wants to find fault!"

Yingbugui said: "Your Highness, I beg you not to regret, please don't say a few words."

Ying Buhui turned back to Sang Rao and said: "Patriarch, sister captured Tianshu Monarch and wanted to burn him to death, alarmed the immortal generals, and has already returned to the fairy world. Patriarch Yan sent me to find Patriarch and Your Highness to meet with her. Discuss how to get out from here."

Hearing this, it was Sang Rao who withdrew the sword first, gave Yan Duruo a cold look, and left first, and should not regret entrusting Yue Hao to lead the way for Sang Rao.

Ying Buhui stayed and stood in front of Yan Duruo with a solemn expression. She bowed to Yan Duruo and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness."

"Your Highness, do you know that the Teng Snake Clan is sticking to Feng Mo Ridge?"

Yan Duruo withdrew the Zhanqi Dao, thinking that what she said earlier was a bit serious, but now seeing Ying Buhui's serious expression, knowing that she was going to speak for Sang Rao, she felt a little guilty, so she just nodded without saying anything.

Ying Buhui said: "Everything in the north of Fengmo Ridge fell into the hands of the half-demon. Before the reinforcements arrived, the previous patriarch led the clansmen to guard in Fengmo Ridge, preventing the half-demon from touching the quiet place of the four clans. Thousands of people died in Fengmo Ridge. In Moling, even the former patriarch and his wife died unfortunately, Shunyou used thorns to hang the corpses of the tribe in front of the camp to demonstrate, and it was the patriarch who led the tribe to take back the remains of the ancestor and his wife with his own hands."

"Even if our clan loses the pride of the Soaring Snake, the patriarch of our clan can still deserve the honor of the Soaring Snake!"

The words of "should not regret" knocked on the door of my heart, a heavy blow.

"I, I don't know about this." Yan Duruo frowned slightly, looking a little annoyed, and said, "Sorry, I made a slip of the tongue..."

Ying Buhui's expression softened, and she said: "Ying Buhui begs Your Highness, don't tell the patriarch's fear of thorns, if someone with a heart knows about it, I'm afraid it will be framed by his design."

Yan Duruo waved her hand, she said: "I will keep my mouth shut about such matters."

After that, she muttered again in a low voice: "If she had a better attitude before, I would agree with her."

The two set off and caught up with Sang Rao and Yue Hao. Yue Hao followed Yan Guizhi's scent and led the way, Ying Buhui was on Sang Rao's left, and Yan Duruo was behind Sang Rao's right.

The four of them didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a little gloomy.Yan Duruo opened his mouth, but couldn't find a reason to speak, so he apologized to Sang Rao so bluntly, she couldn't hold back her face.

When several people crossed the square, they hurriedly glanced down, and saw that there were tables, chairs and wine trays, but there was no one there.

It would be too real to say that this is an illusion.

Should not regret asking Sang Rao: "Patriarch, Yan Patriarch said earlier that this is a magical mirror, but is it true?"

Yan Duruo's complexion changed, and he said, "A mirror of right and wrong? How could it be a mirror of right and wrong?!"

Sang Rao glanced at Yan Duruo, and when she looked forward, her eyes were cold, and she said: "This is the mirror of right and wrong."

Yan Duruo said: "Impossible, Shunyou is dead..."

Sang Rao said: "Shunyou's death doesn't mean that the Mirror of Right and Wrong is destroyed, maybe it was left somewhere and picked up by someone."

Should not regret: "Then how should we go out?"

"Mirror of right and wrong, right and wrong, true and false, reverse the false and the real, not only can create illusions, pry into people's memories..." Sang Rao glanced at Yan Duruo, and said slowly: "I heard Feng Yin said, wolf cub Someone once wiped a memory, speaking of it, this is a good tool for Feijing, and it is a first-class magic weapon for erasing and tampering with memories!"

Yan Duruo paused, and quickly landed on the roof of a palace. Because of the momentum, he kicked through the roof. Yan Duruo said in a concentrated voice, "What did you say?!"

"What erases memory? What magic weapon?"

Sang Rao just glanced at her, Yan Duruo's face was frosty, his toes were on point, and his figure was like a shooting star, flying out.

Yan Duruo's angry voice came from a distance: "Yuehao, follow!"