Jiang Su's sanity still remained, so she held her breath and squatted down and curled up. The moisture in her palms was the familiar smell of blood and pain.
"Blood, my blood..."
Without saying a word, the girl took out the beryllium and beryllium needles, which were the thicker and longer needles among the nine needles. One in each hand, she stabbed the needles fiercely into her ear canal. She held the needles with both hands at the same time, twisting them so that they were inserted into the ears.
Draw a circle with mid-rotation.
Five fingers were bent into a half-fist, and she repeatedly hit the side of her face hard, causing her cheekbones to turn red. The next second, her eardrum was pierced, and yellow serous fluid mixed with red blood slowly flowed down the ear canal.
A white chess piece was taken out of the storage bag, landed on the ground, and quietly melted into the soil.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her face returned to normal, her little cherry mouth was still slightly raised, and she was satisfied: "It's finally quiet."
When I opened my eyes again, it was still the same narrow alley.
Only this time, there was nothing in the narrow alley. The red flames of the candles and dragon lanterns on the ground reflected the shadow of the ancient rusty hatchet. The two accompanied each other, hot and cold. Jiang Su's ink shoes were as clean as ever, not stained by any dust.
Jiang Su was accustomed to this, so he calmly took out an elixir and put it into his abdomen. This time, his tongue slowly wriggled and grew out like a short worm. It was not too big or too small, just the right size.
The girl looked at the darkness in the distance, her eyebrows curved, and she said implicitly and shyly: "I am... your father."
The next second, he laughed wildly: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha", suddenly regained his composure, his eyes were filled with ice, and he said coldly: "It's none of my business."
She took out the blood rod cover from her storage bag and walked forward expressionlessly until she walked out of the alley.
"Demon cultivators emerge from the outer city of Zhongdu, and the inner city enters the demon realm. This place is not under the feet of the emperor, but a demon cave. Isn't this world of cultivation already rotten?"
Jiang Su stopped at the entrance of the alley, with endless darkness behind him and a street full of cars and horses in front of him.
She looked up at the sky and felt that she must have discovered the truth. As if there was no one around, she said to herself, "So... it's the Dark Immortal Cultivation Text? Otherwise, how can we explain the text on the Sea of Knowledge, the compound-eyed strange hand, the crazy knife to kill the family, and
I am sick."
"Or maybe I'm just sick..."
Thinking of this, Jiang Su quickly hit the side of her head with her fist: "What does it have to do with me? What does it have to do with me!" She breathed heavily, trying to suppress her frenzy, and after a while, her eyes fell into the distance.
The majestic and majestic mansion with faint golden light tightened its cover.
Jiang Su walked towards Prince Ning's Mansion somewhat relaxedly.
On the plaque hanging high on the ground are the three characters "Prince Ning's Mansion". The calligraphy is bold and majestic, befitting the majestic gate. There are dozens of guards guarding the gate.
"This word looks familiar..." Jiang Su said to himself.
She walked forward, but before she could reach the door, a guard's eyes lit up and he ran to her side, looking up and down.
The monk in green clothes is holding a mask. The front of the mask says to save the world and save people, ten coins at a time, and the back of the mask says to build foundations and heal, and ask for spiritual stones.
The guard thought: "The dress is indeed exactly the same as the order passed down. He is the immortal who came to treat the prince."
Jiang Su was carrying Mi Li, so others could not clearly see her appearance, so they could not guess what this person was thinking. Before she could express her intention, an elegant servant in dark yellow brocade clothes walked up to her.
, bowed and said: "Miss Jiang, please come with me, the prince is already waiting for you in the hall."
"Huh?" Jiang Su chuckled.
This time the people stopped when they heard the sound, leaned forward and waited respectfully: "Why is Miss Jiang so confused?"
"Wait for me? But I've only been in the inner city for an hour. You guys shouldn't have arranged for someone to monitor my movements, right? I didn't notice it, so he must be a monk with a high level of cultivation."
Jiang Su looked at the servant coldly, and saw that his expression froze when he heard this, and the muscles on his face twitched for a few seconds. In a blink of an eye, he respectfully replied: "Miss Jiang misunderstood," and took another step forward.
He leaned next to Jiang Su's ear and said, "I'm not afraid to tell you, Immortal, that our prince has always known everything about the city."
"Oh." Jiang Supi smiled, curled his lips, and pretended to cross the golden threshold. Now the people hurriedly ran forward to lead the way.
She accidentally turned her head and glanced at the still bustling market behind her, with people living and working in peace and contentment.
A prince knows everything about the emperor.
It's none of your business.
She was thinking in her mind that ordinary people shouldn't need to make elixirs to take medicine, so she wouldn't have to take out the six-turn furnace to embarrass herself.
Ning Prince's Mansion was majestic and majestic. She and the others walked for a full column of incense before arriving at the destination of the trip, the living room. Facing the living room were white jade pillars and gold thresholds, just like a wealthy house in a painting...
Jiang Su controlled his heart that was gradually corroded by money, took a deep breath, and entered slowly.
I saw a middle-aged man sitting in the middle of the hall with carved beams and painted columns. The middle-aged man had a pale complexion and pale lips. He was wearing a brocade robe and a belt, with a gold crown on his head to tie his hair. Even his shoes could be seen.
It can be seen that it is inlaid with thin gold wire.
Xu, rich. Jiang Su guessed it at a glance.
When the prince saw Jiang Su coming, he hurriedly got up from his seat and came to the door to greet him. Although he looked eager and warm, he didn't bow his head and lose his identity like ordinary people when seeing a monk.
With a somewhat graceful and luxurious temperament.
"The good niece is here. I had people prepare wine and food early and wait for them to be delivered. We haven't seen each other for a long time, so we have to catch up on old times today." Prince Ning had a kind face, but his feet were swaying slightly as he walked.
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Jiang Su's face remained as usual, with confusion in his cold eyes: "Have I met the prince?"
This man secretly sent someone to follow him, what kind of fuel-saving old lamp could he be?
After hearing Jiang Su's question, Prince Ning smiled and twirled his beard, stood beside her and replied: "Of course I have seen it before. When you were just born, I went to your Shifangmen to drink the Full Moon Wine. You
When dad hugged you, the smile on his face seemed to bloom."
Prince Ning put his hands casually behind his waist, with an expression that was a bit confusing: "When I was young, I loved to look at the famous mountains and rivers, watch the bright moon flow into the rivers and sea tides, I thought it was the autumn wind that followed me into heaven and earth, and the lights waiting for me to fall asleep at night.
Your father and I met on the way to each other on the way to Jiang Shui Shui. The two of us talked like old friends and drank wine. We once called each other brothers, but now we have not seen each other for more than ten years since we parted at your full moon banquet."
He has a lot of horizontal lines on his forehead and a long black goatee on his chin. His romantic and peach-shaped eyes also have wrinkles on the corners of his eyes.
Most of his words recall the vicissitudes and melancholy of the past.
"Old acquaintance..."
No wonder the handwriting on the plaque of Prince Ning's Mansion looked familiar to me when I walked in.
A friend who would write inscriptions on plaques for other people's mansions... My father actually had a mortal friend who had this kind of friendship, and his status was not low. It was really unimaginable.
Pity.
One person was young in the past, and the other was immortal for a hundred years. But now the young person has snow on his temples and frost on his hair. His life is like a tree, only waiting for death in autumn.
Elders……
"A person who cultivates immortality should be a person who is unsympathetic and indifferent to fate. Who would pity Dachun for a long time?"
"How can we be friends by chance? I just want to become an immortal." The girl's eyes flashed with cruelty, she clenched her fists and dug her nails into her flesh.
