The three Yin Kings are powerful men of the same era as the thousand-year-old immortals like Tianxi Sword Master.

Regardless of whether it is the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, the Nine Classics of Taixuan, or anyone in the Shizang Palace, when meeting the King of Zhongyouyin, they must call him "Senior" honestly and respectfully.

Regardless of their strength or seniority, the three Yin Kings are worthy of being called seniors.

Therefore, in the Zhongyou Dynasty, although the Crown Prince Yingxiu was the only successor to the throne, in terms of status, no matter which Yin King he was, he was always ahead of him.

Everyone in the dynasty knew that Prince Yingxiu had three wishes in his life.

I hope that my parents can clear up their past grievances, that my father can approve of the way he is doing, and that he can return to Tianxi one day.

Secondly, I wish to spend the rest of my life wearing fresh clothes and angry horses, accompanying my beloved in white frost, and seeing all the blazing flames and flowers.

The third wish is to overcome the calamity and become an immortal, and to be able to receive the sincere "His Royal Highness" from King Yin.

But these three wishes are still far away, and I don’t know when they will be fulfilled.

Balian's mood was complicated, and he remained silent for a longer time this time.

After a while, he asked again: "What do you mean, I come from the Zhongyou Dynasty."

Hongying knew what he wanted to ask, shook her head and said: "Unfortunately, your Majesty has only loved one person in his life, so he will only have one child."

Although the Zhongyou Dynasty has always maintained neutrality, in the eyes of hundreds of immortal sects, they are biased in their hearts. Even if they don't say it, secretly they never feel that Zhongyou belongs to the righteous immortal sects.

When Ying Xiu was born, he seemed to have unlimited glory. He was both the prince of Zhongyou and the young master of Tianxi. However, he had to admit that he was a hidden danger in the hearts of the world.

This is because Ying Xiu has no talent at all in righteous swordsmanship or magical powers. Instead, he inherited his mother's devious skills.

Naturally, the Master of the Tianxi Sword was not happy, and he had also proposed the idea of ​​having another heir.

However, Ying Ji knew that if her second son had extraordinary talent and inherited his father's swordsmanship, he would become world-famous.

Then it would be even harder for Ying Xiu, who was already struggling, to gain a foothold in this world, and he would not do so in every possible way.

After getting the answer, Bai Lian became more and more confused, but she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Fang Geyu couldn't help but wonder: "Why do you feel so happy knowing that you are not from the Zhongyou royal family?"

Bai Lian thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's because I don't like Ying Xiu. If I were to be a brother with him, I think it would be very tiring."

Although Fang Geyu didn't like Ying Xiu either, it was the first time he saw Bai Lian express his dislike for someone so bluntly.

"You didn't even say a few words to him, why don't you like him?"

His thoughts were entangled for a moment, and Balian couldn't tell what he felt like. He just frowned and expressed his thoughts: "I just think he doesn't look good, and he looks too sad."

Fang Geyu burst out laughing: "What's the reason? Although I don't like him, to be honest, Ying Xiu's appearance is quite attractive to girls."

"It just feels like the self in his heart is different from the self on the surface. I can feel that he has strong emotional fluctuations.

Whether he was angry or proud, he didn't dare to show any of these emotions, and he had to deliberately create an appearance of indifference and gentleness.

Okay, I admit that his face looks very gentle and harmless, maybe this is closely related to his identity and environment.

But I don’t like a person who lives such a restrained and forbearing life, very much.”

Balian's tone was extremely serious, and he even repeated that he didn't like it twice.

Hongying, who had always been taciturn, also chuckled softly now, seeming to agree with what Balian said.

Putting aside the matter of putting down the Yin Jade for the time being, Bai Lian took out the glazed umbrella, put Ji Ying's soul hidden between her eyebrows into the umbrella, and ordered the Yin Spirit White Tiger in the umbrella to give her some Yin Spirit Qi, lest the soul disappear just like that.

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Fang Geyu, who was squatting on the ground with her hands folded, seemed to hear the movement coming from the cracks in the ground. She slowly exhaled and said: "There are some trivial matters that should be resolved as soon as possible. The old man's legs and feet are inconvenient, so he can't ink again."

, I’m afraid I won’t be able to catch a mouthful of hot soup.”

Balian raised his eyebrows in disbelief, hugged Ji Ying's skeleton, and jumped down from the bone mountain.

Without the Devil's Weeping Bead to calm the soul, the bone mountain began to collapse like an iceberg melted by the flames.

Under the gradually disintegrating bones, there are wisps of resentful spirits overflowing, and their eyes are full of fierce light, floating between the heaven and the earth, refusing to disperse.

After a lot of hard work, Ji Ting finally crawled out from the pit in the ground on his hands and knees. His whole body was covered with bloodstains and he looked extremely miserable.

Balian squatted on the edge of the pit and did not help him get up. Instead, he waited patiently for him to crawl out of the dark crack in the ground.

Ji Ying's corpse was leaning quietly on his shoulder, and her empty, dark eyes seemed to be silently narrating her miserable life.

Balian seemed a little tired, so he sat there to rest. His half-concealed eyes were very clear, but they were not clean and clear as if he was ignorant of the world.

Ji Ting finally saw the light of day and lay on the ground in disgrace, panting heavily.

However, before he could take a few breaths, he was dressed in a red robe, sitting alone on the ground, giving people a feeling of elegance and painting. Even though his body was stained with blood and he was leaning on bones, it could not hide his aura.

Ji Ting was stunned for a few moments, and he was even more certain in his heart that this young man had an extraordinary background, otherwise how could he be so noble and gentle in his every move?

It is an innate charm and style that is not deliberate, but it is also difficult for others to imitate and disguise.

Ordinary people cannot bring up such a person.

When he saw the skeleton beside the young man clearly, he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly he burst into tears with excitement. He stumbled and tried to rush towards that side. He stretched out his fingers tremblingly, without fear that his sister had melted.

Bones.

Also, as a brother, no matter what kind of decay his sister has become, how can he dislike her.

"Please stop." The jade flute, which was like a drop of blood, suddenly stood in front of Ji Ting, but it did not let the scholar's clean hand touch the oozing bones.

Balian's face looked slightly tired, and he stared at him, looking into his eyes, his tone was serious and sincere.

"Since tonight, Brother Ji Ting has helped Si Chen clear up his doubts many times and lead the way. It was by chance that I was able to unexpectedly obtain this underworld treasure, the Devil's Weeping Bead. Si Chen is very grateful."

Ji Ting was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at the small blood droplets between the jade flutes.

His sad face twitched slightly, and then he wiped away his tears and forced a smile: "My benefactor was joking. My benefactor saved me from trouble. First, he helped my little sister escape from the ghost disaster, and then he brought back Ying'er's body. It should be the little one's.

A person should be extremely grateful to his benefactor."

Bailian said: "There is no need to thank you for your kindness. If Brother Ji Ting really wants to repay your kindness, could you please do me a favor?"

Ji Ting hurriedly responded: "Such a great favor, Ji Ting will never say goodbye even if I die, and I am willing to serve my benefactor!" If you like Long Night Walk, please bookmark it: (https://www.myxls.net) Long Night Walk search and reading novel network has the fastest update speed on the entire Internet.
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