Guardian Chapter 137: It’s dark, please close your eyes

After the hustle and bustle.

The banquet faded away.

The bridal chamber was in trouble for a while, and friends and relatives dispersed.

Chen Feng covered the door with his backhand, took off his groom's outfit, and looked at Huanhong.

There is a bright red candle in the room, the light is not bright, nor is it drowsy.

Huan Hong wears bridal makeup, but the red hijab has not been removed.

She put her legs together, hands folded on her thighs, sitting upright, motionless, her body shuddered subconsciously when she heard the movement of the latch closing.

Huan Hong sat on the edge of the bed with half buttocks sideways, her round half buttocks squeezed out a peach shape. Against the backdrop of the candlelight, even the shadows on the sheets were full of reverie.

Huan Hong lowered her head and stared at her toes from the gap in her hijab, feeling mixed.

Once upon a time, I also imagined what kind of scenes my big wedding would be like, and what kind of person my grandfather would be like.

She never thought that marriage would happen in this way.

Knowing it is false, but faintly full of expectations.

Under the gap, the light is dim, and Chen Feng's shadow is getting closer.

Huan Hong's breathing can't help becoming thicker.

She didn't even notice the ups and downs of her chest, and it had a more majestic arc.

Huan Hong's hands lying flat on her thighs, her fingers slowly bend, and she gently grasped the corners of her clothes.

She suppressed her breathing and exhaled a long, slow exhale.

Wan Hong closed her eyes slightly and opened it again, just about to say "It's over", but her eyes flashed and the red hijab was lifted.

Chen Feng cocked the corners of his mouth, sniffed the red hijab non-seriously, threw it behind him with a sigh, and pushed Huanhong by the shoulder while he was surprised.

Huan Hong opened her mouth slightly, her eyes widened, her heart was so flustered that the deer bumped into each other...Didn't you say that you have a fake show, how can you really do it?

Chen Feng took advantage of Huanhong's eyes widened and at a loss, lifted up her wedding gown, revealing a frail, boneless, delicate white waist.

The supreme water snake waist...Chen Feng secretly praised.

"You... don't." Huanhong was at a loss, out of instinct, she held down Chen Feng's hand and stared at Mizusawa's wide eyes with a voice like a gnat, "You can't bully me."

Looking at the blush on Huan Hong's face, Chen Feng happily took off, and directly pulled the quilt with his backhand, covering the two of them tightly.

Chen Feng's urn voice came out of the house, "It's a spring night, more than a thousand spirits, lady, face the wind."

Outside the house.

A long series of exhalations.

Father Chen, Mother Chen, Chen Jingyan, and Sister Chen straightened their heads against the window at the same time.

"Sleep, sleep, it's up to us."

"Let's go, don't let the second child find out."

"Father, mother, leave the second brother and younger siblings at home, it’s okay."

"If there are any problems, they will have problems when they go out. Walk around and hurry up."

……

The central square of Luwei Town.

Hundreds of torches illuminate the night sky.

The old and young men and girls in the town are here.

Even pigs, dogs, cattle, sheep, cats, chickens, ducks and rabbits have their own place.

The living creatures in the whole town, as long as they can breathe, line up in long lines in an orderly manner.

Everyone was silent and went forward one by one. The whole team looked like an assembly line.

"Patience and forbearance, you will be fine soon." Father Chen helped Mother Chen, pressing his fingers on her face that was constantly undulating, like boiling water.

"The master, how long will it take, I can't help it." Mother Chen covered her face, her face split, revealing a series of bone-knife marks.

"There are five more, I will be at you soon."

"I...I can't help it, ah..." Mother Chen wailed in pain, holding her head, and "spitting out" the pulling shadow from her mouth with a roar.

The shadow was blurred and distorted, pulling out the mask of pain, screaming silently, and struggling to get rid of Chen's mouth completely.

"Go back." With a soft drink.

A middle-aged man with unkempt, shabby clothes, puffy eyes, sallow complexion, heavy dark circles, and a tired face as if he hadn't slept for a long time rushed over.

He smashed a black ball that was as big as an adult's head on the shadow.

The shadow sucked and was absorbed by the black ball, disappearing without a shadow.

Mother Chen's head tilted, and the skin on her face kept bursting.

Seeing the skin change, a breath of death spread.

"Uncle Ping, fast, no matter how slow, I will be back to normal after I am strangled."

Is it a good thing to return to normal? Why is Father Chen anxious?

The middle-aged man, Chen Ping, held the black ball against Chen's mother's forehead, nodded and said: "It's still too late, don't be noisy."

He lightly patted the black ball, and a fresh and complete black shadow rushed in along Mother Chen's forehead.

The black shadow rushed across Chen's body, constantly trying to overflow from all parts of her body.

Chen Ping's five fingers are formed into claws, flying like flowers, dazzling fast, and the fuzzy fingers and shadows continue to interweave on Chen's face.

"The endless sea of ​​delusion, the soul of cause and effect." Chen Ping Lianrong master's technique is extremely proficient, and the flow of finger dance is called art.

He spit out softly, "Seal, fix, melt."

Mother Chen's body gradually filled with life, and she began to turn flesh-colored again, and her complexion became flesh-red, but that face was already torn apart.

"Come and come, a new look, a new face and a new life."

In Maluyazi's home, the couple who embroidered the skin of the whole town with fine tendons, picked up the basket, grabbed a face casually, and handed it to Mother Chen.

Mother Chen spread out her face, it was a man's face.

She angrily crumpled her face into a ball, threw it into the basket, rummaging for herself, "I want my own face, I want to live my own life."

The embroidered woman happily said: "Her seven aunts, you have spent most of your life with Guoshun, and you are not tired of it. Try to be a man. I promise to give Guoshun a female face and let you bully. Bully him."

"Go, go, I have a unicorn in the Chen family, I don't want to find my mother when Feng'er comes back." Mother Chen found her cheek, and happily put it on her face, smoothing, smoothing, and smoothing , Gradually, her wrinkled face was smooth and tight, and her face returned to its original shape.

"It's me, isn't it me." Mother Chen touched her face, raised her chin and swayed from side to side, and gestured to Father Chen, "Feng'er can't see the strangeness, right."

"There is no flaw."

Hearing Father Chen's words, Mother Chen's slightly nervous eyes gradually calmed down.

She held Father Chen's arm contentedly and smiled openly.

It's just that, in the smiling eyes, a bit of resentment flashes occasionally, and I don't know if it's her original emotion.

After a short pause, the team began to have an orderly meal.

Chen Ping held the black ball to continuously draw and replace the black shadows in the bodies of the villagers in Luwei Town.

It is obvious that there is not much taken in.

His black ball, its pitch-black luster, gradually faded.

The face in the embroidered husband and wife basket is also getting less and less.

Someone searched to find out their own face and continued to live as their own.

Someone picked someone else’s face and wanted to change their identity.

Even cats, dogs, and small animals are scrambling to transform their identities.

The dog is still a dog, and the dog’s face is different. Rhubarb’s dog face is on the little black head, and the little black dog’s face is on the little flower head. It turned out to be a male dog, but now his identity is a bitch. It turned out to be a bitch’s dog. , The current identity is a male dog.

The identities of the little animals are messed up.

The folks in Luwei Town choose people who are not their own shame, but a minority.

After all, all the people in the town are kinky, and they wear other people’s faces to live other people’s lives. Do you want to be shameless for such shameless things?

Replace the old face with a new one.

The new soul replaces the old soul.

All the people in the town have been replaced.

In the middle of the town, there are only a few torches that flicker and flicker, and a middle-aged man sitting slumped and falling apart from exhaustion.

Chen Ping breathed a long sigh of relief, and slumped on the ground holding the black ball.

He moved his hips, leaned his back against the stone pillar, and slowly closed his eyes to rest.

Chen Ping's complexion was dull and dull, and staying up too late caused the melanin on his face to not disperse for a long time, forming an unhealthy dull and oily yellow.

He breathed heavily, and his heavy eyelids were wrinkled in layers.

He was tired, exhausted, and decadent written all over his body.

Chen Ping scratched his back, hummed comfortably, changed to a more comfortable position, opened his eyes, and said helplessly: "Come out, I've all gone out, why bother to come back."

"Uncle Ping."

"Master."

Two light calls with complex emotions.

The figures of Chen Feng and Huan Hong gradually approached from the dimness, following the brightness of the torch.

Chen Ping gave a wry smile, spread his hands, falling from Chen Feng's face to Huanhong's face.

Two slightly bitter calls, calling out their nicknames.

"Little balls, they are all grown up as big girls, the master almost didn't recognize them."

"Little braid, I heard that you started the soul-suppressing division, and you have been promoted from the soul-master landlord to the Qiu minister. Yes, I am from Luwei Town."

"Master, what the **** is going on." Huanhong's eyes are sad, and his face is full of sorrow. "The folks in Luwei Town, didn't you die early in the military disaster? How could it?"

Chen Feng looked at Chen Ping’s tiredness, a little unbearable, and still said: “Did you detain the souls of the villagers in Wuliyuan? You cultivated the corpse puppet cemetery? You also cultivated the ghosts. ?"

"It's really ruining the atmosphere. I thought we hadn't seen each other for so long, so we could relive the past." Chen Ping bent his legs and slowly stood up.

Looking at him swaying, so tired that he couldn't support his waist, he couldn't bear it. After hesitating for a moment, he walked over and held his arm.

Chen Feng shook his body, intending to stop Huanhong's movements, but also followed in her footsteps, holding on to Chen Ping's other arm.

"I still have a conscience." Chen Ping sighed and waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need anyone to help him.

He faced Chen Feng with a slightly complicated expression, and shook his head: "The souls of the villagers in Wuliyuan are indeed held by me, but the corpse puppets and ghosts you mentioned have nothing to do with me."

"Master, when will our masters constrain the soul, and what is the use of your soul." Huan Hong asked, it was Chen Feng's inner doubts.

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Before answering your questions, I want you to see the show."

"It has something to do with the dense purple air above the town?" Chen Feng's interpretation made Chen Ping look high.

He screamed and said: "I haven't seen you for a few months. I didn't expect you to have adventures. It's not bad. I am from Reed Town."

This is the second time he has said "I deserve to be from Luwei Town". It seems that the people in Luwei Town have done earth-shattering things. It is commonplace, so there is no need to make a fuss.

"It has something to do with it, but it's not all about it." Chen Ping shook his head, looking at the torch that started to call the fire, his eyes were lonely, and he whispered, "Come, repeat once in seven days, and come again. Up."

The wind of namelessness is gradually rising.

The depressed air became deep.

Chen Feng clearly felt Chen Ping's body tremble, subconsciously clenched his fists and nails into his flesh.

Chen Ping's emotions are full of anger, but helplessly decadent.

Time seems to be passing.

Everything in Luwei Town, like an image, returned to three months ago.

Go back to the night that suffered a military disaster.

Chen Feng, Huan Hong, and Chen Ping, like outsiders, penetrated time and space, and watched everything that happened in Luwei Town through a film of time and space.

A more comprehensive scene than the memory of the predecessor.

Chen Feng saw a massacre.

The sunny and sunny Luwei Town.

The old man sits on a recliner, swaying a fan, basking in the sun comfortably.

Children chase and play on the road, with a childlike voice.

The young man sweats like rain in the field, weeding and fertilizing.

The peasant woman made tea and water on the ridge, and made porridge in a crock pot.

As usual, too ordinary days.

There was a sudden shock.

The water in the pond shakes out ripples.

The crops in the field shook out a rustling sound.

The sound of mud and rock jumping was heard on the road in the town.

Just when the folks in Luwei Town were at a loss.

The sudden black wind rushed towards Luwei Town from all directions.

Lines and lines, except for bloodthirsty red eyes, heavy armored cavalry, covered in black, broke into Reed Town.

Knights, war horses, from head to toe, one-piece hideous armor.

The horse and the centaur are integrated, like a half-horse warrior, raging with endless evil aura and murderous aura.

These are heavy rides that emerge out of nowhere, just like **** demons.

The brutal slaughter of the town, the chickens and dogs are not left.

Endless blood fills the streets.

Short-term massacre, instantaneous blood clotting, like a stream, flowing in the street.

After the heavy ride to the town, gather in the center of the town.

Keep digging, then dig again.

It doesn't take a moment.

A purple qi rose up into the sky.

Dye the scarlet Reed Town into purple.

The moment a roll of purple lingering iron flakes broke through the ground, it released a breath that changed the color of the heavens and the earth.

The surrounding heavy riders evaporate instantly under the purple light.

Heavy does not seem to be afraid of life or death, or pain.

Teams, rows and rows, stepping calmly, stepping into the purple envelope.

I don't know how many heavy rides have evaporated.

The purple gas finally ceased to be bright.

Several heavy riders surrounded the iron sheet, blocking the purple light with their broken bodies.

Layer after layer of heavy rides were wrapped up.

In a spherical state, surrounded by black clouds, slowly ascending and disappearing to the north of Luwei Town.

The picture stopped abruptly.

Chen Ping was already bursting into tears, pointing to the purple gloomy air above Luwei Town in the night sky, and cried: "Cheng is also dirty with fragments of the Emperor's Seal, and defeat is also dirty with fragments of the Emperor's Seal."

He grabbed Chen Feng's clothes, emotionally on the verge of collapse, and shouted: "We are the descendants of the former dynasty, we are the guards of the tomb of the dirty emperor. Feng Zhongqi Tuzhen, tell me why."

There was a hum.

Chen Feng's mind evoked stars and flowers all over his mind.

People from Reed Town?

A former emperor?

Is it the blood of the later generations of the zombie dirty emperor who stirred the yin and yang and was robbed of the dead by the roar of the corpse?

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