"Tang Motian, hand over the map in your hand."
The soft and cool voice echoed in the dark underground palace, and the people in Tsing Yi held the crimson long sword in their hands, and the crimson blood on the long sword still flowed down the sword body, and the blood on the ground flowed like a river, and a stump and broken arm.
Even the air seemed to become viscous and suffocating, and the white shadow standing on top of the blood was like a jade man, and the place where it stood was not like a bloody underground palace, but like a nine-fold heavenly pre-palace, and what was trampled on was not sticky blood, but a cloud of elixir immortals.
The eerie sense of contrast makes people look creepy.
What's even more strange is that he is still carrying a coffin in his hand, the crystal coffin is extremely heavy, but he can see the lifelike face of the young female corpse inside.
A thin old man shrunk in a corner in embarrassment, a face full of wrinkles, like a dry old tree, pale hair unkempt, and a rickety figure He stared at the man who had cornered him not far away: "Qin family boy, return my Ayun to me, don't think that you are excellent in martial arts, don't say that the old man will live for decades longer than you, just say that you are still in the old and decrepit palace, believe it or not, let your bones be gone" Qin Sheng didn't hear his threat, and only said indifferently: "Tang Motian, hand over the Tibetan sea map of the Tang Sect, it doesn't belong to you in the first place, or the bones of the woman and son who looked at you are gone." ” "You bastard" Tang Mo was so cold that he almost vomited blood, his cloudy eyes were full of pain, but he kept struggling to hand over the Tibetan chart.
The other party was right, the Tibetan chart was of no use to him, but he was proud all his life, but he was played with in the palm of his hand by this junior who could be his great-grandson, so how could he accept it.
"The deity accompanies you to play this game of slaughtering Tangjiabao, and it is now benevolent and righteous."
Qin Sheng's handsome face was cold, and his voice was even softer and colder, and he suddenly raised his hand, and with a flick of his snow-white wide sleeves, a strange flame instantly ignited from under the crystal coffin.
"Firefly don't want it, I'll give you everything" Tang Motian obviously knew what it was, and was instantly shocked, raised his hand and threw the things in his hand to Qin Sheng, and rushed towards Qin Sheng regardless of it.
Fireflies are terrible fireworks, even rocks can be burned to ashes, and they can't be burned, that is, they can't be extinguished.
The Qingyi guards beside Qin Sheng immediately formed a formation and approached Tang Motian, and the young Wuwei's peach blossom eyes narrowed, and he instantly stood on tiptoe, raised his hand and put on special gloves to grab the things thrown out by Tang Motian in his hand, looked at the painting carefully, and carefully took out a piece of paper from the painting scroll, handed it to the people around him to check the drug, made sure that there was no problem, and then handed it to his master.
"Lord, it's indeed a Tibetan chart."
Jin Yao said respectfully.
Qin Sheng glanced at the Tibetan sea map, bowed his head slightly, and motioned for Jin Yao to put it away, and then, raising his hand and wide sleeves, he threw the coffin in his hand to the old man who was fighting with the guards, and said lightly: "The guards listen to the order, retreat" That Tang Motian's martial arts themselves have been in the realm of Zhenhua, and they are unfathomable, although the Tsing Yi martial guards relied on the formation and the deadly style of play to trap the other party for a while.
At this moment, Qin Sheng gave the order, and they immediately retreated in an instant, well-trained.
Tang Motian didn't care about them, he saw the coffin flying over, and immediately rushed up frantically and hugged him tightly, stroking the crystal coffin with a look of relief and worry: "Ah Yun, Ah Yun, it's all my fault, I didn't protect you well, are you okay?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and hugged the coffin, pressing his face against the coffin, as if he had no idea of the flames that were burning.
Seeing this, Shui Yao on the side narrowed his eyes and whispered: "The fireflies are not extinguished, isn't he in pain?"
Fireflies can turn jade into powder, not to mention flesh and blood At this moment, Tang Motian didn't seem to see the fireflies on the coffin, so he rushed over and hugged the coffin, and the fireflies licked his dry body in an instant, burning his skin and flesh at the moment, and there was a smell of burning, but he was as willing as he was, sticking to the face of the female corpse through the crystal coffin that was about to be burned, and his face was full of timidity and sweetness.
In this kind of scene, even the guards who were used to seeing life and death couldn't help but be a little frightened.
A deep light flashed in Qin Sheng's amber pupils, as if he had seen the scene many years ago, and seemed to remember something, but after a moment of emotion, his expression was calm to indifferent and cold: "Crazy for love, naturally I don't feel that I am in hell, but I just want to be benevolent." ” With that, he turned and walked away, no longer looking at the situation behind him, and the Yaosi guards also left with him.
It's just that not long after leaving, Qin Sheng suddenly heard an arbitrary and painful laugh behind him: "Hahaha, Qin family boy, even if you are ruthless like a god in your cold heart and lungs all your life, but you will always be mistaken by Hongchen and affectionate, you will be cruel sooner or later, love has nothing to rely on, hate has nothing to rely on, and you will never have anything to trust."
There was a curse in the laughter, and it made people's hearts palpitate.
Xiu Bai's dusty figure paused, and then left indifferently without looking back.
Only the cold wind swept by, bringing a hideous scorched smell of melted flesh and blood in the dungeon, and the fireflies didn't know whose blood and tears were burned, and it was like another curse.
I don't know how long later, another black shadow led a group of black-clothed people to open the door of the stone room with difficulty, only to see a pile of burnt ashes, but the smell of blood in the air was gone, but a strange dead and suffocating aroma wafted away.
"Fireflies, only fireflies will leave such a strange smell after burning out things" The tall figure looked down at the large pile of ashes, narrowed Danfeng's eyes, and a cold smile curled into his thin lips: "Really, it's still a step late, that man is still doing such a cold thing with a gentle god skin as always." ” "Young Master Gong, what are we going to do now" Someone asked the man in black in a low voice.
Gong Shaochen narrowed his Danfeng eyes and said sarcastically: "Don't do it, since you miss here, you will miss it, this young master doesn't believe that he is really a god, he can have no weaknesses and flaws, and he can win all the time." ” As he spoke, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned his face to ask the people around him: "By the way, the little girl can be found."
"No, it's been so many years, and there's no trace, and I've heard that Yaoji is also looking for her, but in the last two years, probably because there has been no whereabouts of that woman, there have been fewer searches."
The young guard was stunned and said in a low voice.
Gong Shaochen lightly hooked the corners of his lower lip, with a look of regret, and a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes: "That's an interesting little girl, but Qin Sheng's weakness, but with Qin Sheng's ruthless fox spirit dressed in fairy skin, it is cheap for his beast, she can escape for so many years, and she is also a powerful one." ” "Don't think about it, after all, Yaosi's intelligence network can't find anyone, and we're afraid that it will be difficult to catch people."
The young waiter had a pair of big cat-like eyes, but he was not polite, and said sarcastically: "Speaking of which, my brother should honestly look for your Tibetan chart, lest the Tokugawa shogun fan the flames in front of His Majesty the Emperor." ” Gong Shaochen's tall figure froze, then squinted coldly, looked at the young man, suddenly raised his hand and slapped him in the face unceremoniously, and rubbed his wrist lightly: "Aren't you the dog next to him, is it appropriate to say such things, um" The cat-eyed boy's face was suddenly slapped to the side, but he licked the blood stains on the corners of his lips disapprenously, turned his face to look at Gong Shaochen, and showed a bright smile: "Remind my brother, isn't it my responsibility, who makes me love my brother so much?"
As if he hadn't seen the disgust in Gong Shaochen's eyes, he came to his side.
Gong Shaochen didn't speak, only turned his back coldly: "Go" The young man looked at the man's cold back, a pair of unnoticed sorrow flashed in his eyes, and then, he chuckled and ordered the ninja beside him: "Go" The bright moon hangs high, the short pine hill, the wind is turbulent, who remembers the lovesickness like water.
"Lord, there is also a map of Mobei and a picture in Gong Shaochen's hand, and the picture in our hand is complete."
Jin Yao looked at the picture in his hand, a hint of joy flashed in his peach blossom eyes, and he looked at the white shadow of Xiu who was standing in the ruins of a broken wall and quietly looking at the blurred mountain shadow in the distance.
In the dark night, under the moonlight, in the cool breeze, for some reason, Jin Yao read the taste of loneliness on the shadow that drifted out of the dust.
Jin Yao was stunned: "Lord." ” Qin Sheng let out a faint "um".
"Are you still remembering that person, if you really remember that person, why don't you arrest the other party" Jin Yao looked at his master, and finally couldn't help but whisper.
Speaking of that person, a trace of indescribable complexity flashed in his peach blossom eyes.
The most disgusting, the most hateful, the most pitiful, the most regrettable, and the most unforgettable is also her.
Although the owner of his own family will quietly go to see the man quietly every year.
But he had never seen his master show any emotions since he recovered, and he had never shown his face in front of her.
Qin Sheng didn't answer him, just raised his head slightly, looked at the round of moon, and said faintly: "The deity doesn't remember anyone, some people are safe in the red world, some people are destined to have no stop in their lives, each person has a different number of lives, they guard differently, the world is boundless, the human heart has a domain, that's all." ” Forced, maybe thought about it.
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In the end, I chose to let the fish go into the water, and quietly watched her swim in a small water area of the world, and I felt peaceful and warm in my heart.
After all She hated him, and he was afraid of his own greed, so he strangled her in the palm of his hand.
So, stay away from the splash of the red dust fish.
Protecting her life of peace and monkey boxing is also the wish of the immortals.
His eyes were as faint as water, staring at his palms, calm and peaceful, as if he could flow through distant space.
Vaguely, as if there were many years ago, the girl's soft fingers touched the gentle and delicate on it.
Memory, perhaps because of the brief interlacing in the red dust, is no longer all cold frost and snow, as if there is a little light floral fragrance.
The corners of his lips curled into a shallow and gentle smile, and the frost and snow between his eyebrows melted, warm as jade, making people's hearts palpitate.
I'm going to store the past Make up a beautiful dream Maybe the illusion will hurt even more in the end What's the point of fake joy, no one shares it You used to be my frontier Resist all my grief The ship passes through the airport and will be lonely and raised ------Off topic------ I'm sorry, there are a lot of things in the company at the end of the year, and I've been a little busy lately, so I came up in the middle of the night to catch up with the manuscript and let everyone wait in vain, I'm really sorry.
The story in the afterword should be known to everyone if it is that if Chu Yu did not stay in the Wind and Smoke Mountain, the story development can be regarded as a parallel space, and the next chapter will be released on Wednesday, just sauce. t1706231537: