Jian Xin's hand covered Shao Kefan's eyebrows, caressing them back and forth, as if to iron them like clothes. "The wizard said everything is fine, so why are you frowning? You! Although no one can beat you in martial arts, you are different."
I don’t believe I can compare with them in terms of skills.”
Shao Kefan raised his hand to hold her wrist and pulled her hand off. His eyes were smiling and his eyes were moving, shining like stars, completely different from the cold and frozen eyes in his dream, "Jian Xin, I am tired.
I didn’t sleep well last night and was always on guard, but since it’s nothing serious, I’m relieved and just want to have a good sleep.”
Jian Xin knew that half of what he said was true and half was false, but she did not expose it. She smiled and pushed him down on the bed, squatted down, took off his shoes for him, then pulled the quilt to cover his whole body, and said, "
Don’t deal with Shang Shu in the afternoon, you can’t wake up within six hours.”
"Oh?" Shao Kefan raised his eyebrows, "I'm afraid I'll have to postpone the matter of Shang Shu until the evening, and I won't have time to take care of you. Aren't you afraid of being wronged?"
"Don't talk too much." Jian Xin punched him on the chest through the brocade quilt, "Sleep with you."
After looking through the thick "Punishment Rules" in Yinsicheng, Jue Che couldn't help but feel sleepy. After passing away, the body of the undead felt tired for the first time. Forcibly entering a dream to restrain a person was a very draining thing.
Regarding his spiritual power, it would probably take five days to fully recover. However, in order to prevent heaven and hell from noticing that he had entered the Yang world for no reason, he had no choice but to adopt this method. In his dream, it was only the world between him and Mu Jianxin.
, no one can know or interfere.
Shao Kefan could only do nothing, so let him worry! A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the pleasure of revenge surged in his heart, which was filled with the emotions he had suppressed when he was alive. It was complex and joyful.
"Lord Yin Si Zai." Chou Guan, the official responsible for counting the number of undead souls, stood up from the big round red table and slowly knelt down in front of the throne. "About the Eagle's use of soul-locking diagrams to bind 130,000 undead souls and the use of crazy spirits.
Do you have any instructions for turning them all into evil spirits and intending to use them for war?"
Jueche took the "Yang Shou Lu" that was placed on the large armrest and flipped through a few pages at random, then closed it silently and nodded, "When you mentioned it last time, I also had a plan, but I just chose a special day.
It’s just a matter of recalling him. Currently, Ying Zhi and Cang Teng cannot fight each other for the time being. The evil spirits will not harm the common people, so it is better to be restrained by the tomb first.”
Jue Che paused, and a glimmer of light flashed through his cold eyes, like a very thin white light passing through the black ice, "Besides, the eagle secretly restrains the evil spirits, so it cannot be recalled to cause harm, otherwise it will appear that Yinsicheng is doing well.
Bullied, the undead should be reincarnated, even the living should have such common sense, so..."
Chouqi pricked up his ears, and the other nine spirits all turned to their seats, waiting for Lord Yin Sizai's decision to deal with Yingzhi. This is the only punishment that hell has inflicted on the human world, and it will definitely be worth writing down and remembering again.
One stroke.
Jue Che frowned, and his thoughts turned as fast as lightning. However, considering that this matter had nothing to do with Shao Kefan, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He said lightly, "The mistake was committed by the monarch of the Eagle Country, Zheng Xiaohan. The punishment will naturally be borne by her.
The 130,000 evil spirits who were supposed to be reincarnated were guilty of serious sins and deserved to suffer a great calamity. However, the Lord of the Eagles was not yet married and had no heirs. After his death, the Lord of the Eagles would be left without an owner. Therefore, I decided to reduce the Lord of the Eagles.
Ten years of Yangshou. Since hell and the human world are always the same and have their own rules, even though Mr. Zheng made a big mistake, I still gave him the lightest punishment, which can be regarded as a warning."
He had just surpassed Zheng Xiaohan's lifespan, which was as high as ninety-one years old. After losing ten years, he still had eighty-one years left. It was not a punishment at all, it was just a show. He seemed to have to be grateful to her. If it hadn't been for her
With this action, besides waiting for Shao Kefan to enter hell, he may not be able to find any other excuse.
All the spirits were listening and taking notes. When Yin Si Zai finished speaking, Chou Chu still knelt down and said, "Please tell Yin Si Zai the specific time to recall the evil spirits."
There was a hint of coldness at the corner of Jue Che's mouth. Since Shao Kefan had found a way to resist the evil spirit, he finally had a connection point with this matter, which provided him with an opportunity to take advantage of it. When would he be recalled?
It only depends on Shao Kefan's next move, and it is not up to him to make the first decision.
"As for when to recall the 130,000 undead, after all, it is a matter involving a large number of people. I need to consider it carefully, and the Ancient Ancient Palace is involved in affairs, so it is not appropriate to decide now."
"What Yin Sizai said is absolutely true." Chou Chu finally stood up and retreated to his seat next to the mahogany round table.
The ten spirits returned to a state of concentration on their duties. If subordinates needed to report something, they only needed to recite the Yin number of the spirit to which they belonged, and the words would be directly heard by the master. Therefore, occasionally one or two spirits left in a hurry and rushed to a certain place.
I'll do some work in one place, and then report it to the Chief of the Yin Department in detail after I return.
There are about fifty thick books that Yin Sizai should read. He has read each of them more than three times. With his intelligence and good memory, he has already understood what he should understand and remembered what he should remember.
, but he didn’t know how to spend the long years to come. In his free time when reading books and dealing with affairs, he often opened the microscopic mirror with his hands and observed the people he loved, the people he hated, and some irrelevant people in the world of the world.
He was unwilling to die. He saw the breathing driven by the heart, the halo of blood on his cheeks, the warm body temperature, the bright red blood, and the skin full of vitality more and more frequently. He yearned for these characteristics of living people more and more.
I didn't care much about the cold undead body at first, but now I feel a chill, as if a living person is tightly entangled in ice mist, lingering and lingering forever.
Could it be that he was just guarding the desolate ancient palace and spending endless long years alone? Even though the world was withering away, pessimistic and joyful, he was like a monster, neither alive nor dead, but with nothing to rely on?
Now he hopes that he is still alive. No matter how he survives, at least the colors are colorful, not just black and white. If he is alive, does he have one more chance to fight for that love? And now he is Yin Sizai, and she is
Unreincarnated foreign bodies, aren't they a perfect match?
He was excited: they were a match made in heaven. Why should Shao Kefan occupy her forever? He wanted to fight for the one he loved, the one that should belong to him and the one that suited him best. As for Mu Jianxin, all three conditions were met.
The eyes of the black-clothed Yin Prime Minister on the throne were complicated and unpredictable for a moment. He put his hands together and slowly opened the microscopic mirror of illusion. Jian Xin was wearing a yellow shirt and lying on the big bed in the bedroom to take a nap. His face was calm and his hair was neat.
He put the floor on his chest without any mess, crossed his hands and covered his lower abdomen. He pretended to have fallen asleep in the library again, and was carried back to the bed by the man and settled down well.
He had seen such a scene countless times. Jian Xin held the book in her hand and began to concentrate on it with great interest. Then her eyelids began to droop, half-closed and then opened again. She wanted to invest but was unable to do so. Finally, her eyes closed heavily and her body collapsed in submission.
On the desk, the books were pressed tightly, or fell to the ground, or the pages were folded, or were stained with dust.
The person who is dealing with Shang Shu will soon notice it, walk lightly into the library, pick up the book, carefully pick her up, use the invisibility spell to go to the bedroom, put her on the bed, and sometimes stare at her quietly for a long time
Just left.
He was filled with hatred and jealousy. He fantasized about beating the man to pieces, but he did not dare to deviate from the rules because of the rules. In the end, he forced the resentment that surged into his heart back into his stomach. However, no matter what, he would never give up!
It's like a pair of eyes hidden in the night, locking the target and constantly looking for opportunities.
The scenes in the microscopic mirror kept changing, passing by the palaces and residences of the royal ministers. Those ministers and generals were all talents carefully selected by Shao Kefan. They were also very well-behaved in private. Almost all of them focused on state affairs or reviewing papers.
They were either writing or setting up military formations on the square table. Occasionally, there were one or two people who had been having fun all day long, and their faces were already shabby. In addition to excessive indulgence, there were signs of poisoning. It must be that Shao Kefan had no intention of keeping such people anymore, secretly
With his own hands, he removes people without anyone noticing, citing decadence as an excuse, leaving no trace behind.
Shao Kefan, you are still the most vicious in the world!
Jue Che stared coldly at the microscopic mirror. It was not that he pitied the one or two dying people, but he felt that he felt extreme disgust and hatred for that person's ruthlessness. It was because of this that he passed away miserably.
, all the calculations are in vain!
The scene changed again. When he passed a palace, his heart trembled, and he recited a sentence to freeze the space. A child of about seven or eight years old was sitting under the leafy tree in the courtyard of Jieliu Palace.
He stared boredly into the void outside the courtyard gate, his bright black eyes unfocused.
Ziyuan! How could he forget his son? After leaving seclusion, what he was obsessed with in the world of Yang was his unfulfilled ambitions and the woman he loved deeply. He even forgot his own flesh and blood.
His hand shook inadvertently, and his eyes were fixed on his son in the microscopic mirror. After three years of not seeing him, he had grown up so much, and he was much taller. His soft waist-length hair was tied high, and he was originally round and round.
Her little face is a little thinner and has some edges, but it is also so tender that it is pitiful.
However, those eyes were melancholy and the face was haggard, as if they were hoping for something strongly.
It suddenly dawned on him that Ziyuan was waiting for his parents, but he didn't know that they had both violated a taboo and were being punished in the Purgatory City of Fire. He was full of hope, but had to wait hopelessly.
At the entrance of the main hall, there were two maids in pink clothes. However, he saw that both of them were masters of martial arts. They were staring at the little man in the courtyard with wary expressions, without moving their eyes at all.
Jue Che frowned and soon understood that Zi Yuan had royal blood in his body, and Shao Kefan was determined to let him grow into a puppet that did not pose any threat to the throne. He was so vicious that he would not spare even innocent children.
He slowly clenched his fists. Did his son, Zhao Lian, spend his days like this after his death? With no one to care for him, he was imprisoned in a deserted palace all day long and lived under surveillance. He was simply a prisoner without freedom.
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There was a dull pain in that empty heart. Yin Sizai couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so he scattered the microscopic mirror, closed his eyes, put his pale and slender hand on the center of his eyebrows, and rubbed it gently.
Shao Kefan, Shao Kefan, I want to see how long you can do whatever you want?
An idea flashed through his mind, and Yin Sizai suddenly opened his eyes. His cold and pale eyes were instantly dazzling, releasing all the cold and burning light from deep inside. The fingers of his left hand covering the wide armrest clasped the edge of the armrest, half
The transparent veins bulged, because without blood, the veins turned into empty tubes, like passages through which cold wind whizzed.
If he is already the body of the undead and has become the underworld leader of hell, he should let go of his love and hatred and let everything disappear. It would be a bit stubborn and naive to refuse to give up for the sake of Mu Jianxin and the hatred of the past. Then, Ziyuan
It gave him a good reason and he would not hesitate any more.
After getting rid of Shao Kefan, his unfulfilled long-cherished wish can be handed over to Zi Yuan, and the woman he wants can be easily possessed. Even if she doesn't want to, she can't make the choice. Killing three birds with one stone, why not?
However, Yin Sizai cannot interfere in human affairs. He has to hide it from the eyes of heaven and the underworld. When he finds a suitable reason, I am afraid that Shao Kefan will not even have time to kowtow and beg for mercy.
The corner of Yin Sizai's mouth was raised to its maximum arc, and a cold laugh floated in his belly, "Hehehe..."