Ye Qing flashed a smile, pressed his hand to signal the dragon girl to calm down for a moment, and said: "The situation will be different in the future. We must pay attention to the integration of offense and defense. I built this garden with wood, stone, and labor. According to the calculation below, there are 170,000
Four thousand six hundred taels, please approve the money just now."
"After I looked at it, I saw that there was no leakage, so I was right. In fact, this is not only Hou Yuan, but also leaves room for peripheral cooperation in the formation."
When Ye Qing said this, he paused and was speechless for a moment. He thought about the four women sitting on their knees, and two maids standing further away, ready to serve at any time, and just smiled.
Choosing this formation is in line with my own Five Virtues and Five Elements approach, and this formation was developed during the previous battle between Heavenly Court and Outland. It was improved with reference to the Outland formation, and the requirements for the opponent's opponents are higher - a large number of dragons, grandsons, and dragon girls.
The Aspect is activated.
But this kind of prediction was so terrifying that there was no need for Ye Qing to say it out loud. He sighed: "It's just too expensive. How much money you spent, Madam will just ask me to reimburse you later."
"What is reimbursement? Huh, you don't need to tell me... I can probably guess, are you rich?"
Hate Yun snorted. Many of these are not available in the mortal world. Even if the Shui Mansion buys them, the cost price will be 300,000 taels. Not only did they use up their sisters' savings, but they also borrowed many from the sisters who have not left the palace...
…This is also the man who invented the “financing” method.
Do you really think the favor is in vain?
Regardless of whether this guy wants his capital back with interest, she writes Ao Hengyun's name backwards.
Jing Yu smiled to herself as she saw that her sister looked smart and resourceful, but in fact she was so stunned by Ye Qing that she had completely forgotten her original question.
Jingyu has always been quiet and doesn't care about making formations. She only guesses who Ye Qing will use. It is not easy for a general family to gather five magicians. There are even fewer skilled ones who need five elements.
It is even more difficult to have it all... Qianqian is one of them, Cyan is there, but everything else is insufficient, including Cao Baijing, who has not built the foundation, and is far from enough to participate in the magic circle.
Then who could it be?
Ye Qing patted his chest and promised: "It's not much now. If I make two more votes, I'll have money to pay off the debt soon. We are an old couple, so it's easy to discuss. I'll give you some room to increase the price."
"Vulgar, bragging, shameless, who cares..." Henyun curled his lips and gave the most bone-chilling brief response to each sentence.
But he opened the door, the water turned into mist, and the water spirit rushed out the door, turning into a mighty stream and blending into the night rain.
She clapped her hands and was about to turn around when she suddenly said "Huh" and stared at a room in the west wing.
Across the curtain of rain, the courtyard, flowers and trees, as the lights in the main room were extinguished, the cook and the maid began to wash the supplies, and the whole east of the courtyard was busy.
But the houses in the west wing of the Meiyuan were silent, except for a single lamp in the middle boudoir, filled with colorful mist, which looked like a dreamland under the light of the glazed light.
When the lotus feet of the saint's avatar disappeared into the mist again, Diao Chan thought: "The form should be that of a snake-tailed human body. Could it be that she has transformed?"
After thinking about it, he secretly denied: "No... Emperor Wa is not an ordinary demon fairy, and the snake tail is not the untransformed remnant of the demon species, but the continuation of the worship of her by the ancestors, and she is the form of an ancient saint in the blood relationship..."
In terms of strength, my spiritual pressure has become smaller recently. Although I don’t understand the reason for this change, it doesn’t feel as unfathomable as last time.
"In terms of attitude, lower soil, and race... Emperor Wa would never say this before... She only said that it is my soil and my race.
Emperor Wa was gentle and unpretentious, with a bit of concern for his heirs, but now this clone got angry from time to time, and even used methods such as torture, and he changed into a different person.
"There is a problem..." The awe of the Immortal Saint faded away, and Diao Chan's mind became active.
"Are you listening?"
"I would like to hear the teachings of Emperor Wa."
Diao Chan said respectfully, pinching her fingers, feeling real pain, this body... is real.
She held her breath and thought for a while, mustered up her courage, and whispered tentatively: "Maybe you can tell him the identity of Cicada."
"Huh? Him?" The saint's clone looked at him with an oppressive gaze: "You mean Ye Qing?"
The room warmed by the charcoal fire seemed to be as cold as a prison and then back to a cold prison.
Is this a threat?
Diao Chan took half a step back and said tactfully: "Sage, how can you win people's trust if you don't show your sincerity? I became suspicious when I saw him. If I investigate - Chan's life or death is a small matter. If he messes up the saint's important matter, he will die."
Redeemed."
The saint's clone thought for a moment and said hesitantly: "You treat him as one of his own, but he may not necessarily regard you as one of his own."
"Perhaps, but Cicada is tired of such honey traps and doesn't believe it will be useful to such a hero."
Diao Chan suppressed her heart palpitations and replied: "Only true friendship can make the lord let down his guard. If such a hero sincerely surrenders, Chan is of some use, so I don't think he will be refused to take him in."
The girl's face turned a little pink, and she looked a little longing, a standard sign of falling in love.
The saint's clone thought for a while and said: "It is undeniable that he is still a hero, but he may not be our hero."
It's time to go to the soil again...
Diao Chan frowned: "Sage, how will you know if you don't try?"
Diao Chan took another step back, seeing that the saint's clone showed no reaction, and said: "Since I am Diao Chan, I have Diao Chan's mission... If I can win a hero like instigating rebellion for our clan, wouldn't I be better than the mere warrior Lu Bu?"
"My clan...what do you see?" After hearing this, the saint's clone's smile gradually became colder, and she immediately understood that there was a flaw.
When you have strength, flaws don't matter, just do whatever you want.
Now it's dangerous.
She frowned and thought, and stepped closer to Diao Chan: "I didn't realize that you are the most disobedient one. You are really good at pretending. That's right. You are a born prostitute with acting skills. You are just a plaything. I really thought that a man would treat you like this.
Do you take women to heart?"
These words are vicious and every word is heart-piercing.
Diao Chan leaned against the door. Seeing the colorful mist barrier behind her, her heart sank. She bit her lip and said nothing. Seeing the other party approaching step by step, sadness, sourness, and anger surged out of her heart. At this time, she felt a kind of stubbornness and support.
Keeping her upright...
"You are the daughter of the Han family." My deceased mother once said.
"...The righteousness of the family and the country." Wang Yun knocked on the girl's head.
"You, a native, why don't you give in?" The girl gritted her teeth and refused to give in.
"Some things have to be done by someone." Ye Qing's gaze.
Everything faded away, leaving only me and the breath of death. The clone of the saint in front of me looked down from a high position and looked down: "You are so smart, tell me what you have seen? Are you not afraid of the power of the fairy realm?"
"Pop" the door bolt was unlocked.
Diao Chan took a step back, and the colorful mist... separated?
The moment she fell out of the door, Diao Chan was ecstatic... The power of the realm disappeared.
If it is true, it can be trapped; if it is false, it cannot be trapped.
This is an illusion, and this saint's body is also an illusion. She has lost her power. Although she doesn't know why, she can't do anything now except taking turns disturbing her and Zinan's sister's spirits.
"You are fake, fake." Diao Chan laughed and said, "Emperor Wa is definitely not you."
The saint's clone's face tightened, and he reached out and pressed it on her forehead: "Little bitch, let me show you how powerful I am."
"Sister Zinan, run quickly -" The shouting stopped abruptly in the air, and the unfinished thoughts were still in the body's mind: "This realm is already an illusion. If she doesn't dare to let me out again, she won't dare to do it again."
Let you go back to be tortured, I will hold you inside while you run to the lord for help——"
The girl fell asleep and closed her eyes, then opened them instantly, steadied her figure, and stood at the door a little frightened, her expression suddenly changed.
I saw her gasping for air, her eyes wide open, staring in fear at the cold sharp eyes in the colorful mist in front of her, for fear of being dragged back to the prison again. What happened to her body just now was quickly replayed, making the girl's face change.
.
"If she doesn't obey, I'll call you out first." The saint's clone said seductively, but the next moment, his eyes turned livid.
Ye Qing's hearty chatter and laughter could be heard in the main room.
The girl turned her head subconsciously and saw the colorful mist at the door that had not yet been repaired. Through the huge hole and the rain curtain, the door of the main room opposite opened and a vast mist surged.
The water spirit rushed out and turned into a mighty stream, blending into the night rain.
A yellow figure appeared, the pretty dragon girl curled her lips and said something to someone. Her voice was a little blurry in the wind and rain, and she sounded like she was quarreling.
Hope arose in Jiang Zinan's heart, and he recognized that they were the young master's two Taoist sisters. He didn't know whether it was his elder sister, Jingyu, or his younger sister, Hengyun.
All in all, she is a very powerful dragon girl, the righteous god of Shuifu in Nancang County.
She opened her mouth and called for help: "Help me..."
Across the rain curtain, Hengyun clapped his hands and was about to turn around when he noticed the eyes behind him and turned around to look back.
The dragon girl frowned slightly, her eyes were calm, and she looked at the girl standing alone at the door of the west wing with clear eyes. She seemed to say something, but there was no sound.
"Is this your husband's internal minister? Why doesn't he look so good?" Hen Yun tilted his head in confusion, then turned away.
This is probably a bit ambiguous with the head of the family, and the dragon girl is a little jealous: "I, Ao Jingyu, chose Ye Qing because I care about his promise to accompany him throughout his life. Even if it exceeds the initial estimate of a hundred years, I don't expect it to last more than three hundred years.
Where are the more ephemeral mortals and our sisters?”
Snapped--
The door was closed again, Ye Qing's laughter was hidden behind the door.
Jiang Zinan's heart sank, listening to the indifferent voice of the saint in the colorful mist: "Don't even think about running away, no one can save you, Diao Chan is not good, I decided to punish her to stay in prison for the rest of her life, you can do it for yourself
…
The colorful mist closes suddenly...
In my memory, I screamed and ran away when I first came back, but I could never escape. I only suffered a greater punishment. If the two souls of one body had not needed to take turns to rest, there would have been almost no possibility of coming out for air.
So is this time true or false?
Or is Diao Chan lying to me? She has always been good at lying...
Jiang Zinan pressed his hand on his forehead with the phoenix wings and snake pattern, his face was cloudy and uncertain, his vision was blurry for a moment, and he saw the vast ice field again, as if he was in an extremely cold prison, and he shivered reflexively.
Jiang Zinan was trembling all over, but he saw a figure on the crystal snowfield.
Finally, for the first time outside the shared memory, I saw the girl who lived together with my own eyes from the perspective of others, standing naked in the snow, being hit by the cold wind, ice and snow, and thunder and lightning, huddled up, just looking up at the sky, her eyes
Burning with a stubborn and unyielding flame...
Jiang Zinan felt the same way, and felt only waves of sadness in his heart.