Shao Kefan kissed her on the forehead, "You thought I was dead and you wanted to go with me, right? Silly, my soul came out of your dream and attached to the original body. Naturally, it will take some time to adjust your breath. Fortunately,
I recover quickly, otherwise, I would be the one to follow you when faced with your body."
Jian Xin suddenly remembered an extremely important question and held his face involuntarily with her hands, "No, the soul only leaves the body after death. Moreover, you clearly had no breath just now. What on earth is going on?"
The look in Shao Kefan's eyes dimmed, and there was a flash of hesitation. Under her gaze, he finally told the truth, "Seeing that you are being entangled by Prince Ling, I really can't think of any other way. The only way is to seal off the heart veins and let the soul get rid of the body circulation."
Control, enter a dream to expel that unscrupulous guy, the body is indeed dead just now, but it has just passed away, and the life span is still not over, it can still be awakened by the soul, and then the blocked heart pulse can be opened. Fortunately, the dream came out in time, otherwise
The energy of life is completely gone and I really can’t wake up.”
He actually took such a risk! Even though he was alive in front of her now, she still felt terrified. She always thought that in his mind, he could save the country and abandon her when necessary. Unexpectedly, tonight, in order to take her out of the dream, he
, there was no time to think about the wilderness, so he sealed his heart without hesitation and risked eternal death.
All kinds of tastes surged together, like the endless sea water, and there was no sense of belonging. This place was not home to begin with, but there was another unforgettable warmth that the Xilin Gol Prairie had never had and would never have. Such a man was willing to do it for her.
Risking her life and her obsession, what reason did she have to be so demanding when it was impossible to return?
When he came back to his senses, he met those eyes that were still red, as if they were in a dream, almost ready to spit out fire. They seemed to be looking at her, but they seemed to be looking away, while the slender hands were stroking her.
The bruises on her shoulders that were buckled by Prince Ling showed a soft and restrained strength.
"Prince Ling, I am destined to make you disappear into ashes." Shao Kefan's pupils shrank, his eyebrows furrowed, and he said these words word by word from between his teeth.
Jian Xin suddenly recalled a scene in her dream, where King Ling forced him to retreat more than a hundred steps with just a wave of his black robe. Moreover, why did King Ling call himself "my deity"? She didn't know whether she should combine these two things.
I raised a question, held it in for a long time, and said tactfully, "Prince Ling, it seems that he is more powerful than when he was alive."
Shao Kefan smiled coldly, "More than just a few, Jian Xin, do you know that he is now the Yin Chief of the Hell Yin City, and has the power to control the two realms." Then he sighed unwillingly, "I don't know how many times more powerful than me."
"What?" Jian Xin blurted out. King Ling said something in her dream, "I will wait for you. When you die, you will be mine." An unknown foreknowledge came to her heart, making her chest feel tight, "Then
After a hundred years, we are still not allowed to accept his arrangements?" The King of the Tomb is actually the Yin Situation? No wonder he said, "I am responsible for making those undead souls who have not been reincarnated accept the endless punishment of the years."
Could it be... Her heart skipped a beat. In that case, Qin Weiluo was destroyed to ashes by the palm of the spirit beast he sent. She bit her lip, her feelings for Prince Ling were finally completely filled with hatred and hatred.
replace.
Shao Kefan pondered for a moment, his expression gradually became firm, and he held her shoulders tightly, "Jian Xin, believe me, you have been here in Manghuang for nine years, and there are any difficulties that I can't overcome. It's just that the level of Yin Si Zai is more difficult.
, but we have the rest of our lives to prepare, don’t we?”
Jian Xin lay down on the bed, pressed him down with him, turned over and covered him, thought for a moment, lowered her head and said in his ear, "If, I mean if, we can't defeat him in the end, let's work together
It's better to be wiped out in ashes than to be raped by him."
Shao Kefan put his arms around her back, pushed her back, and inserted himself right into her body. He gasped deeply and said forcefully, "There are no ifs, and Jian Xin, you can only belong to me."
If he spends the rest of his life raising his martial arts to the same level as Yin Sizai, then wouldn't he have to tolerate King Ling's continued ravage on Jian Xin for decades? It is impossible for him to close his heart and enter Jian Xin every time
In the dream, after all, there was a huge difference in strength between him and Yin Sizai. Tonight, he was caught off guard and attacked, but he couldn't take any advantage. Instead, he was forced to retreat continuously. It was only because he grabbed Jian Xin in time that Yin Sizai threw a trap and saved his life.
Soul.
If Yin Sizai comes again in the future, he must be on guard. Not only will he not be able to save Jian Xin, but he will be left in despair. Therefore, his time is very short, the sooner the better!
One day in the human world is one year in the hell. It is only half an hour in the human world, and eight days have passed in the hell. All the spirits know that the Yin Chief is not handling affairs in the Huanggu Palace, and must be practicing secret skills in the Zhawu Palace. If there is anything important, they can
Accumulate them first, and then report and present them together when the Yin Chief comes to the palace.
But this time, Yin Si Zai seemed to have been in seclusion for a long time. Before, he always left the Zhawu Hall in two or three days, and the longest time was only five days. Although Lingji didn't feel anything strange, the backlog of affairs was getting more and more.
There were many, and there were one or two that needed to be dealt with urgently. On the eighth day, I finally decided to send ghost messengers to ask the Yins to be released from Zhawu Hall.
However, on this day, Yin Sizai appeared on the black seat of the ancient palace, glanced at the books of the underworld piled in the center of the dark red round table, and said lightly, "Send it up." His pale hand
He caressed the armrest, feeling a little lost in thought.
One of the Lingzhao stood up and spread his palms upward. The books of the underworld rose into the air and fell into his palms one after another, forming a pile of books one foot high. Lingzhao knelt down respectfully in the center of the hall.
, slightly raising his palm, the folded book jumped out from his palm, and automatically flew towards Yin Si Zai on the throne.
The sleeves of Jue Che's robe slowly moved, and the folded book tilted slightly, and fell on the wide armrest of the seat. He picked up the top book, read it hastily, and made some comments with his slender fingers. However, when the second book
, after reading a few pages, I felt a slight drowsiness creeping over me, getting stronger and stronger. Finally, I inserted my finger into the middle page of the book and closed my eyes involuntarily.
He knew that this was the disadvantage of forcibly combining the body of a ghost with a living person, and it would take at least half a month to adjust his breath to recover. However, he really loved her deeply. Since he could not win her heart, then,
The next best thing is to possess her. The years of hell are endless, and the decades of this world are just a short moment for him. After she has been a hundred years, he can completely take her as his own. This is a dream.
Things will come soon, no need to be patient.
As for Shao Kefan, how to deal with him is worth planning. He is the reincarnation of Du Youye, the king of Manzhu Shahua. When he dies, the memory of his previous life will be revived, and all the power he contains will be restored.
It will explode, be on par with him, or even surpass him.
The only way is to let his soul fly away while he is alive, but as he is a human king and the reincarnation of the King of Manzhushahua, he must find a suitable reason and pass the levels of the Soul Relic, the City of Rebirth and the Heavenly Court.
The Kingdom of Eagle has already begun to take action, and that day is just around the corner. The other three vassal kings have no intention of taking the throne since they were young. After getting rid of Shao Kefan, the position of King Cang Teng should be taken by Zi Yuan, a member of the royal family. He can be regarded as inheriting him.
A long-cherished wish that was difficult to realize while alive, and Mu Jianxin, he waited for her to hold her in his arms a hundred years later.
The ten spirit beings at the round table raised their heads and saw that Yin Sizai was absent-minded. They made several exchanges with their eyes with some doubts, but they could not figure out the reason. Could it be that something unexpected happened during the practice in Zhawu Hall? Yin Sizai was not only thinking about
I am not concentrated, my mental state is also very bad, and the tiredness is difficult to conceal on my pale face. Or is it that I am too tired from practicing?
The book of ghosts slowly slipped down inadvertently, and only the end of the scroll was left in his hand. Just when he was about to fall, Yin Sizai finally came to his senses, stretched out his palm, and turned it over. The whole book was lying in his palm.
Secret Technique forcefully cheered up, but his face remained cold and calm, except for an unpredictable smile that seemed to be absent at the corner of his mouth.
Yanxuan Pavilion is about one mile away from Huike Hall, but it inherits the festive meaning of a wedding. The laughter and laughter last for a long time and can be heard far away. Even the tinkling of wine can be faintly heard.
The colorful ribbons swayed slightly in the night wind, the palace lanterns hung almost half as long as before, and the palace was brightly lit.
The bedroom is carefully decorated, making it even more elegant and luxurious. The bed curtains are stacked like winding and sloping columns, from bottom to top, in three colors of yellow, white, and red. They are hung high by rough jade hooks, like
The splashing waterfall slanted down, and the bed velvet was raised one level. At the end of the brand new mink velvet red brocade quilt, according to the monarch's insistence, dozens of pairs of flowers were embroidered in the right density, growing side by side.
The opening is extraordinarily enchanting and lingering.
Platefuls of special food were placed on the long table in the middle of the bedroom. Most of them were delicacies that were rarely tasted even during normal royal meals. The aroma filled the entire bedroom, but it was neither rich nor overt. It was harmonious and harmonious.
The atmosphere is just right.
The last plate of happy food filled the gap at the end of the long case. The maid bowed her head respectfully and exited, lowering the door curtains hanging on both sides of the bedroom. After the jade beads rustled, her gentle footsteps gradually went away.
The newlyweds sat side by side on the edge of the bed. The lady looked indifferent and stared blankly into space, while the husband was uneasy. Although he tried to stay calm, his face could not help but reveal some tension.
I thought that after today's great joy, after the maid left, no matter how cold the monarch was, he would have some indication of what he should do next. However, after half a stick of incense, the monarch remained motionless, maintaining the same posture and expression as before.
Suddenly he realized that he was the prince's husband and he should take the initiative. He turned around boldly and stared at that beautiful side face. That time in the main hall, she took off the glazed hairpin and sapphire crown that tied up his hair.
The released waterfall scattered instantly, covering half of his face. She took out the hairpins from the tuft of hair and saved his life.
A feeling of warmth arose, and he finally made up his mind. With trembling hands, he went to unbutton the first button on Nujun's Hongxi dress, but his eyes were closely watching her reaction.
Zheng Xiaohan's body trembled imperceptibly, his face remained indifferent. The moment he was about to loosen the button, he quickly raised his hand and clasped Mo Huan's wrist with two fingers, using a little force to prevent him from moving at all.
"The King." Mo Huan blurted out in surprise, his eyes dark and clear, like a frightened deer. He had expected this to be like this, but for some reason, he was still surprised.
"It'll take a while." Zheng Xiaohan let go of his hand, turned around, and slowly brushed his fingers over the twin flowers on the brocade quilt, his eyes were distracted for a moment.
Mo Huan didn't know the reason for her behavior, so he was stunned and replied respectfully, "Okay." He lowered his head, feeling embarrassed and frustrated by the setback.
A pair of eyes were glued to the two small holes poked in the window, with a torrent of pain.
Zheng Xiaohan's gaze seemed to glance in the direction of the window unintentionally, and his heart felt as if it was torn apart for a moment, but a faint smile appeared on his face, his eyes softened, and his slender fingers dexterously raised, and he took off the golden steps with one hand
Shaking it, he took out the purple gold hairpin gathering the temples with one hand, and removed the red satin cover that was attached to it and lifted back. The hair was spread down, making the pretty face look more charming.
Mo Huan was stunned unconsciously and stared dreamily.
"Are you a child? Tonight, I said it for a while, and you really listened." His hand wrapped around Mo Huan's neck, and his lips pressed on it.
Mo Huan's eyes shone with surprise, and he untied her clothes with trembling hands while catering to her.
Zheng Xiaohan waved his red sleeves, and the five palace lanterns jumped suddenly and then went out. The bedroom was dark, and only gentle gasps and chants could be heard.
The person outside the window clenched one fist tightly, pressed one hand against the green wall, and a palm print slowly penetrated deep, but he didn't notice it.