The witch twisted her silver fingers around her hair in a bored manner, with a sarcastic smile on her face: "That's it, your abacus beads have all exploded for you. That kid can still do it without oil and salt."
Is there any way? You have been planning and planning in the mountains for so many years, and now you only have the last step to go. Why do you have to have a little corpse devil who has been sealed to help you achieve your goal?
Even though Cang Nanyi has no defense against a corpse demon with no cultivation, and he has the compassion for him as an elder treats a younger generation, but you want to let this kid kill Cang Nanyi with just these few conditions.
What key role it plays in the plan is a bit whimsical no matter how you look at it."
Speaking of the latter part, the witch took the silver and turned it brightly and charmingly. She smiled deeply and her eyes were as bright as a torch:
"Or is it that you have an ulterior motive for approaching this kid? It's really strange. A corpse demon whose whole body has been sealed by the Immortal Moonlight Lock, what else in him is worthy of your plot?
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Master Qing Ao raised his indifferent and profound face. He looked at the witch holding silver with no expression on his face, but his black and opaque eyes expanded slightly at this moment.
Under that dark and strange gaze, the witch felt shuddering for a moment while holding the silver. The smile on her face froze, and the green willow leaves entangled in her braids involuntarily stood up like snake scales.
She couldn't help but take half a step back, and then she heard Master Qing Ao's low and hoarse voice slowly sounded: "Witch takes the silver, since I have promised you and I will cooperate to achieve great success, I will hand over Cang Nanyi's body to
What you, Demon Emperor Aojiang, cannot do, I can fulfill your wish, but this is not the reason why you can come and peek at me."
The witch Na Yin felt awe-struck, with layers of sweat on her forehead, and did not dare to look at those thick, dark and strange eyes.
Master Qing Ao sat relaxed and casually on the futon for a long time. He turned his gaze, and his bottomless eyes reflected the perennial wind and snow outside the window. The sky was white, but there was a unique world here.
"Cangnan Yi, I want to kill him. Kunlun Mountain, my crime will cause him to collapse and fall into the sky. Si Chen, a member of the royal family, can't escape from here. No matter he wants it or not, everything I have laid out will
He must enter the chess game."
"After all...this is what the world owes me, and I have to pay it back in the end."
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To the west of the twilight, the thick night formed a huge cloud cloud in the sky. The wind and snow in the Kunlun Mountains were still continuing. At night, the moon was no longer visible. The sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder. The Spring and Autumn Palace was even more unstoppable.
The strong wind howled, and it looked like a storm was coming.
Outside the Spring and Autumn Palace, three thousand everlasting lanterns rose far away in the swaying wind and snow, flickering on and off.
Many female officials walked hurriedly along the corridor in the palace, their figures going back and forth, holding in their hands a bunch of magical herbs that were hard to find for thousands of years, entering and leaving the palace.
When they came out of the palace again, their faces were already pale, evil spirits were faintly present around them, and their expressions became extremely ugly.
In the majestic palace palace, seventy-three immortal lamps are lined up one after another. The wind and snow outside the palace have not hit this place, but they are swaying without wind, and they are moving wildly. Under the hurried footsteps of a famous female official, one by one,
Bright and extinguished.
It was late at night, and the atmosphere in the palace was as tense as a string.
Above the bed, black energy surged like a wild dragon, turning into a puff of dark blue flames leaping among the candles.
But the source of the black energy came from the girl on the couch who had her eyes closed tightly, her face was pale, and her lips were blue.
From the center of her chest and heart, the winding branches grew out into intertwined bone branches. The dark and deep purple flowers blossomed on the branches, blooming with the gloom and beauty of death.
The girl's neck was exposed outside her clothes, and even black and blue lines as small as hair could be clearly seen in the pale skin, which seemed completely lifeless.
The long jade figure in Cangnan clothes stood beside the bed. She was wearing a green dress that was fluttering in the candlelight. Her quiet and beautiful face was cold and cold, like the cold white moon. One of her long white fingers was currently touching the girl's eyebrows.
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Even though the vitality in this body, which is as weak as a candle in the wind, is weak, under the suppression of that jade hand, it still gives people a sense of peace of mind that is as stable as a mountain and that vitality cannot be cut off.
However, Qingxuan and Qingshui, who were serving in the palace, not only did not feel at ease, but looked at the powerful woman in front of them with worried expressions on their faces.
Although they know that no matter how critical the situation of the little tiger is, as long as the empress is there, even if her life is cut off, as long as the empress wants, she can still collect the life that she has scattered away like smoke in this vast world.
The person the empress wants to keep, even if it is Jiu Nether Mansion, cannot take away her soul.
What the two female officials were more worried about at the moment was the empress's body.
It has been six days since the evil spirit nail in the body of the Little Tiger King broke out. The empress lit seventy-three longevity lamps here and stayed here for six full days.
Even in the past, His Highness the Little Tiger King has been in danger of evil soul spikes growing from time to time.
Each time it was extremely dangerous, but it never reached the point of lighting the lamp.
These seventy-three immortal lamps were not prepared for the evil spirits of His Highness, but were prepared for the empress to go through the period of calamity.
The empress' calamity has only happened once since ancient times.
The last time was three million years ago. At that time, the two daughters Qingshui and Qingxuan had not yet been born, so it was impossible to imagine how dangerous the empress' calamity would be.
However, according to rumors, we know that during that catastrophe, the Kunlun Mountains had been barren for thousands of years before they ushered in the first touch of green.
Now the empress almost died due to the unprecedented chaotic tide caused by this golden rain, and also due to the long-term wear and tear of her body in the cold feather pond for hundreds of thousands of years.
Now even the longevity lamp is taken out for the little tiger...
In this way, wouldn't it mean that he is on the verge of death, facing his own three-million-year cycle of reincarnation?
This is forcing oneself into a life-or-death situation.
Official Qingxuan looked solemn, struggled and hesitated for a long time, her lips moved slightly, and when she finally couldn't help but want to say something, her sleeves tightened, and Official Qingshui gently pulled her back.
She looked back and saw the female officer Qing Shui gently shaking her head at her, signaling her not to say anything more.
The female officer Qingxuan was quietly pulled out of the palace by the female officer Qingshui. She frowned and said, "Why didn't you let me persuade the empress just now?"
The female officer Qingshui sighed and said: "Half of the seventy-three longevity lamps have been extinguished. What's the use of trying to persuade the empress at this time? And do you think you and I can persuade the empress?"
Miss Qingxuan shook off the hand that was pulling her sleeve, and she bit her lip hard. Her normally cold and serious voice was trembling slightly at this moment.
"Is it possible that I have to watch your empress dig her own grave like this, but we can't do anything?"
"No." There seemed to be a cluster of fire in Qingshui's eyes, burning firmly and brightly: "We can't stop the queen from saving your little highness, but there is one thing we can do for the queen."
(PS: I’m sick and have a high fever. I really don’t want to ask for leave at the same time, so why not just update a small chapter today? Sorry...)