Beyond the Divine States Chapter 114: : The night is like an ink skirt, like snow

After the elder sister-in-law called out, the flowing night seemed to freeze for a while, and there was silence in front of the gate, and after a while, Ning Chang's coughing cough sounded.

He pretended to cough a few times to break the embarrassment, knelt down and patted the little boy on the head, and smiled: "The kid is so polite."

Zhao Xianger looked colder and grabbed Ning Changjiu's back collar and pulled him aside.

The little boy didn't know whether he was called right or wrong, but the big sister's complexion didn't seem so good, so fierce...Oh, yes, it should be called the big sister!

The little boy realized his mistake. He looked at the frosty face of this beautiful sister, and his hands and feet felt cold. He wanted to make up for the mistakes, but also hesitated when he thought that his mother had said so many mistakes. Do you want to speak?

Seeing this scene, the city lord sneered in his heart, thinking that the child was a child, he couldn’t understand the situation at all, he knelt wrong and didn’t tell him, he even called such a joke, he must be aware of a clear name for such a young age. How important is a girl, and what is the difference between calling it this way and humiliating her in public? This little guard is indeed desperate. At this time, it’s all about not apologizing to the fairy teacher. He even dared to joke with the young boy. No wonder he is beaten every day. Presumably he has some special place to rely on, otherwise this fairy. How could the teacher stay with him for so long?

Zhao Xiang'er has no expressions, and the beauty of ice-carved jade is like poppies growing quietly in the snow. The slender and easy-to-fold pure whiteness reveals the faint beauty of no dust.

Everyone felt the frosty air, and the pure white dress pleated in the night breeze made her even colder, as if she was the impermanence that kills people, and everyone was silent.

The atmosphere did not last long. Unexpectedly, she didn't seem to punish the boy who said the wrong thing. Instead, she asked: "What is your name?"

If it's someone else, they should be worried about the tragedy of Chaoszhan, and the little boy has a simple mind and didn't think far. In the rest of his life, did he think he didn't call him wrong?

He quickly said: "My name is Ding Leshi..."

Zhao Xiang'er nodded, looked at the city lord, and said lightly: "This kid wants me to be the master for them, what should the lord of the city think?"

The city lord shook his heart, faintly feeling uneasy, and said carefully: "The immortal master has an extraordinary vision. Those clumsy tricks that deceive young children can be seen through the clever eyes of the immortal master at a glance."

The little boy named Ding Leshi immediately said loudly: "You lie! You don’t let us eat raw rice, and you collect rice from door to door. You just want us to be like you. Death is a lie! Many ghosts died, my father died and was eaten by ghosts and bugs! You liar!"

The city lord’s expression hasn’t changed much, and he calmly said: "Looking at your attire and family background, it should be acceptable. You are a businessman at home. Your father must have been greedy for money and made a lot of money when he was alive. It is clear that good and evil each has its own retribution, what can be justified?"

Ding Leshi's face turned blue and purple, and he furiously said: "You are the bad guy! The people in the city are all killed by you, and you are the most heinous demon!"

The city lord was too lazy to pay attention to this young boy. He looked at Zhao Xianger and said: "There is noisy here. Please also ask the fairy teacher to move into the house. We can talk about the size of the seizure of the power of the king. As for the fasting and raw rice, it was this Qin Gong who raised his reputation in the city. I think his words are reasonable and he should answer it. If the immortal master has objections to this matter, he can talk to him. Talk about business and business."

The Qin Gong on the side fell in awe, and suddenly squeezed the paperwork given to him by the city lord, sweating in his palms.

He knew that the city lord was deliberately abandoning the son, but he couldn't understand the young girl's mind. He only hoped that although the other party was a cultivator, but she was still immature, and now he is always pretending to be a city with a cold face. In fact, there is not much complicated thinking.

After he was mentioned by the city lord, he hurriedly bowed to Zhao Xianger and said: "I'm not talented, this policy is also helpless. If there is something wrong, I hope that the fairy can correct me." /

Zhao Xianger gave a hum and said: "There is nothing wrong with it."

Qin Gong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The light in the city lord’s eyes changed, but he didn’t think of her too stupidly like Qin Gong did. After all, it was she who pulled Madam Bai off the altar, and now her indifferent attitude towards everything can only explain She has a bigger picture.

The city lord has made a decision in his heart, saying: "At that time, I would like to take the lead in training soldiers for the fairy master, approach the water tower, and first pull the female emperor of Zhao from the throne, and then use Zhao as the basis to establish several capitals, and re-shape the Mingjun. Power, forge a brand-new kingdom of God, when the immortal master is truly a person who is worthy of the gods, I will only wish the chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. If the immortal master does not dislike it, I will draw a banner for the immortal master at this moment. "

Zhao Xianger said: "Zhao."

The city lord nodded, suddenly startled--isn’t this the surname of Zhao Guoguo, is this little girl related to the royal family? Could it be the illegitimate daughter of a big family or a big contradiction with the Zhao royal family? Still...

There was a thought in his mind like thunder and lightning, but the thought was not fully formed, so he heard the little boy shout: "Don't believe this old thing! They want to kill us all, wait for us all If you die, they will definitely kill you too... Big brother, please persuade your sister-in-law, don’t believe them! Why don’t you understand the truth that even a kid like me understands?"

The little boy's yelling was extremely harsh, the city lord's brows tightened, and his breath suddenly became gloomy. His hands in his sleeves were already used as swords. He glanced at him and saw that the boy was stopping that carelessness. All the little boys who wanted to rush in, the girl still looked cold and indifferent. He settled in his heart, strode forward, and yelled: "You little thing who doesn't know good or bad, we are planning the future for this city full of people. What nonsense are you talking about? Which family's children are so uneducated?"

Speaking, he has stretched his hand over, trying to lift the little boy, and his hand has already accumulated secret energy, if he is strangled to death at that time, it will be a miss. This With so many people dead in the city, who cares about the life and death of a little boy?

Ding Leshi's eyes widened. Although he was young, he clearly saw the vicious and deep killing intent in the eyes of the city lord.

When the city lord came, his whole body's hairs stood up all of a sudden, his spine was chilled, his mouth opened wide, and he wanted to call for help, but he inhaled suddenly, unable to say a word.

The hand is about to fall on his shoulder.

"Ah!" Ding Leshi only felt that his scalp exploded, and the dead soul was close at hand. He had no chance of life, his throat shrugged, and finally couldn't help screaming loudly.

He closed his eyes and opened it slowly after a while. He touched his body, but found that he was still flesh and blood, and the fear had not faded. He stared wide and watched the city lord approaching. The face at hand could not help but scream again.

The city lord knelt on one knee, with a hand on his shoulder, but softly without any strength, the pupils of the ghost of the city lord's dead soul began to fade, he turned his head with difficulty and looked at Zhao Xianger, puzzled: "Why... why?"

The city lord turned his head, and Ding Leshi discovered that there was a huge hole in the back of his head. If the dead soul also has brains, it is now a scene of broken skulls and brains.

Zhao Xianger dropped and raised her hand, the white clothes fluttered, the crimson light fell on her, and it seemed to have turned into a bright moonlight.

She didn't answer, Yu Guang glanced at Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu bent down, looked at the dying city lord, and whispered softly: "The lord of the city has kindly accepted it, but it’s not sensible to speak out if the female emperor wants us to instigate our own rebellion, right?"

The city lord's eyes widened, and the previous conjecture that had pierced his chest like lightning was completed, but all his thoughts quickly died out with the formation of this conjecture.

He widened his eyes and looked at the girl in the fluttering white skirt, his eyes full of spite: "Zhao... Zhao Xianger! You must not..."

The word "good death" has not been uttered yet, the undead of the city lord disappeared in front of everyone like quicksand blown away by the violent wind. Ding Leshi's eyes widened, and he was in shock, panting for breath until he watched. When the ghost of the city lord completely disappeared, the nausea and cold in his heart dissipated a lot.

And after Qin Gong witnessed the death of the city lord and heard the true identity of the girl in the white skirt, the stormy waves in his heart were set off, shaking uneasy, and at this moment, Zhao Xianger's eyes fell on him, he She was horrified, and only felt that all the gloom in her intestines had been overturned and exposed to the moonlight one by one.

The corner of Zhao Xianger's mouth raised slightly and asked: "What else does Qin Gong have insights about?"

Where did Qin Gong dare to look at her again? He stretched out his arm trembling, shaking his sleeves, and clasped his fists, saying: "See, your majesty, your majesty, everything before this was what the old city lord forced me to do. , I also have no alternative, this...this order to ban rice..."

Gong Qin immediately reacted, and quickly unfolded the document that had been soaked in sweat in his hands, torn it to pieces, then made a plop, knelt down on his knees, and bowed to the ground.

Zhao Xianger looked at the Confucian scholar who bowed his head, and then at Ning Changjiu. Ning Changjiu's beating for a month was not in vain. He quickly understood, handed Ding Leshi a knife, and said:" Come on."

Ding Leshi was still a little dumbfounded. He subconsciously took the eliminator, his right hand trembled, and almost fell to the ground without holding it firmly. He switched to holding the knife with both hands and looked at Ning Changjiu in horror.

Ning Changjiu sighed, looked at Zhao Xianger, and asked: "He is still a child."

Zhao Xiang'er has turned around and walked deeper into the old house. The unadulterated cold voice drifted in the night: "Since we are going to grow up in this city, it is destined to not be ordinary Child."

Shortly afterwards, Qin Gong's screams came from behind him.

Ning Changjiu closed his eyes slightly, folded his sleeves with both hands, and followed.

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On the previous tall buildings, Black and White Impermanence has been hiding in the dark, ready to take action at any time.

Hei Wuchang sits on a chair, takes out the erhu with python scale piano skin, presses the strings with one hand, and pulls the strings with the other, like holding an invisible bow and pulling the silent music out of the piano tube Pull it out a little bit.

He has a focused expression with no distractions, while the scholar in white clothes who wears hemp and filial piety looks at the door of the tall building intently, his eyes drifting away on the girl in the white skirt, praised her stunning beauty again and again, saying that these women are all over the country. Allure is not enough to describe. The hundred-year-old oiran in this city can't compare her with a little color. He also laughs at the black impermanence as a blind man. It is a pity that he can't see such a peerless appearance. It is a pity that a scholar like me should have this. Wait for the red sleeves to read and add fragrance.

"When Mrs. Bai returns from regaining power, these beautiful girls will be imprisoned, and maybe they can still..." Bai Wuchang shook the folding fan in his hand, thinking in his mind.

It was also at that moment, Zhao Xianger raised his hand, and pointed his palm to the back of the city lord's head, and then the soul of the city lord gradually became thinner.

The spirituality of the entire Yama Mansion is beginning to die out.

Bai Wuchang's words are also like water vapor drifting in the winter, which quickly condenses into very fine ice slag. At the moment when Zhao Xianger turned around, she lifted her head towards the tall building and looked .

This building is very large, with dozens of windows, and he just opened a slit. At the moment, the night is dark, and it is logical that Zhao Xianger would never see himself.

But she looked in the direction where he was. With a fleeting smile, Bai Wuchang knew she must have seen it. He closed the window subconsciously and fell into a chair. When he finished speaking again and again, he grabbed the shoulder of Heiwuchang and shook it vigorously: "What kind of violin are you still playing? That woman killed the city lord, she saw us, and we are going to die soon!"

Hei Wuchang still pulled the invisible bow, pressed the strings wrongly with his fingers, and said nothing.

Bai Wuchang suddenly got up, the chair fell to the ground with a clatter, he pointed to Heiwuchang’s nose, and said loudly: "Do you think you can take it off? How much have you done for the city lord over the past month? What's wrong? Do you really think you are a performer with a piano? You don’t have fewer lives in your hands than mine!"

Hei Wuchang pulled the string in silence.

Bai Wuchang wanted to scold again, but his body was suddenly excited, his head turned, and he looked at the closed door.

Behind the door, footsteps came from far and near.

Bai Wuchang knows that this is the footsteps made by the girl deliberately, and she just wants to let herself hear it!

The footsteps stopped at the door.

Bai Wuchang's heart has been hung in his throat, but the door has not been opened for a long time, and the fear of death is finally regained him. He suddenly turned around, opened the window, and wanted to jump out of the window and escape. As soon as he turned around, the door opened sounded from behind.

In the sound of pops, all the wooden windows were closed one by one, leaving no gap.

He stood by the window, tremblingly turned his head, and saw a girl with long hair sitting in an old walnut-colored wooden chair. The bright white dress was very eye-catching in the darkness. Just like this, sticking to her soft body, the wonderful scenery, which is clearly like a mountain covered with snow, looks gloomy and terrifying at the moment.

She is more like a real life-killing ghost than Bai Wuchang!

Beside her, there was an inconspicuous young man standing beside her, and the young man's eyes looked at him as if he was looking at a cloud of ash that had lost its temperature.

"Are you interested in coming to our Highness to do something?" Ning Changjiu was like a microphone.

Bai Wuchang was taken aback for a moment. He suspected that he had heard it wrong, and then ecstatically said: "I am willing to serve His Highness as a dog and horse."

Ning Changjiu said again: "Very good, but how do we trust your loyalty?"

"Uh..." Bai Wuchang groaned for a moment, but he was stunned. He didn't know what way he could show his loyalty, but at this moment, Ning Changjiu winked at him.

He glanced at Heiwuchang.

White Wuchang immediately understood that the other party wanted to kill Heiwuchang himself and show them his loyalty!

His heart is fiery, he is not familiar with impermanence, not to mention the occasional opportunity of a performer, how can he compare with the seed of his own unrecognized study?　　 He knew it in his heart, but he still had a look of panic on his face, and said: "Dare to ask your Highness how I want me to show my loyalty, and your Highness only needs to say, even if I go up to the sword and down the fire..."

Speaking, he kowtows deeply. The moment he kowtows, a finger between his long sleeves flicked, and a soul nail instantly came out and pierced it suddenly.

Crack!

It was the sound of soul nails piercing the back of the chair and cracking the wood.

Bai Wuchang froze before he even raised his smile. He raised his head and suddenly found that there was no one on the chair.

Behind him, the blind Heiwuchang grabbed the bow, as if holding a narrow knife, and after falling sharply, it pierced his soul instantly.

Hei Wuchang put the bow back on the strings, and paid a deep respect to Zhao Xianger and Ning Changjiu, and said respectfully: "This is my determination to show loyalty."

Zhao Xianger, who supported the side with one hand, nodded and said: "Very good."

She glanced at Ning Changjiu and said, "You can talk to him."

Ning Changjiu thought you really used me as a servant? But still daring to be angry and not daring to speak, so he responded.

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When Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger came down from the stairs, a little boy was standing at the top of the stairs with a knife. After seeing them, he rushed up with the knife.

"You return my grandpa!"

Of course he couldn’t kill them. So he fell down the stairs and the knife fell on the ground. He clutched his hand and wanted to grab the knife, but the young girl had already reached his In front of him, he was afraid and wanted to withdraw his hand, but when he thought of his grandfather, his hatred rose, desperately grabbing the knife and stabbing it again.

With a ding, the knife fell to the ground again.

"If we can't kill, we shouldn't use the knife to pretend to be filial." Zhao Xianger said indifferently, and the cloth shoes under the skirt stepped on the knife and walked over.

Listening to her heart-piercing words, the little boy couldn't help but burst into tears.

In front of them, a little girl also stood in front of them.

That is the little boy's sister.

Ning Changjiu asked: "Are you here to kill us too?"

The little girl shook her head and blessed her body in front of them. She was born into a family with strict etiquette. Because some babies are fat, the blessed body at this moment is not Yingmei, but she can't find anything wrong with it.

She lowered her head, her milky voice respectfully said: "The two brothers and sisters should be in need of raw rice. I know where the granary is. I will take them with them."

The little boy was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He looked at his very well-behaved sister. He didn't believe that these words came from her mouth. He roared: "You **** girl is crazy ? They... They killed Grandpa!"

The little girl ignored her elder brother. She led them out with a low eyebrow, leaving only a small back with a whip.

He knelt and sat in the room, trembling and clutching the dagger, tears smashed on the dagger blade, and she was already walking away outside the door.

The night isolates everything.

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Today, many people in the Temple of Yama were dead, and the granary in the palace was also opened. Hei Wuchang supervised and distributed all the rice. At first, the line of rice was very short. After the news spread slowly, More and more people came to the street, and a long line formed at the gate of Yan Luo Mansion.

Zhao Xianger and Ning Changjiu walked back to the yard together.

In the courtyard of the old house, the snowfield has long since been beaten to no more, and the four walls around the courtyard have collapsed into disarray. On every inch of the ground, there are almost all traces of Ning Changjiu's body that has been in solid contact. .

As soon as he walked into the yard and closed the door, Zhao Xianger began to ask questions: "Heh, sister-in-law? Why, I am very happy to hear?"

Ning Changjiu felt a chill, knowing that his crisis was coming again, and smiled: "Tong Yan Wuji, what do you care about?"

Zhao Xiang'er's eyes were slightly bent, and the corners of her lips curled up in a slightly ironic arc: "Tongyan Wuji, you don't need to refute it, and you still praise him for being polite? What are your intentions, because you think I won't be in Those people beat you up in the face?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Just tease the kids."

Zhao Xianger pursed her lips and asked: "Do you think so in your heart?"

Ning Changjiu was silent for a while, and said: "You are my fiancee. It's not a big deal for others to laugh and talk?"

Zhao Xiang'er's eyes flickered, and she fell silent quickly, she said coldly: "I have said before, I advise you not to be arrogant, this time it will be forgotten, let's not take it as an example."

Ning Changjiu dissatisfied: "Why don't you refute yourself?"

Zhao Xianger said: "He is too young and is a citizen of my Zhao country. As the king of a country, Li Yingkuan loves the common people. Of course, I will not care about this little thing with a child."

Ning Changjiu said: "I am also a citizen of Zhao country."

Zhao Xianger said: "Then from today, you will be fired."

Ning Changjiu was taken aback for a moment, sighed heavily, looked at this girl with a cold face while playing with a rascal, and said: "I work hard along the way. If you ask about your status, I will help you. You want to show your mystical demeanor and the majesty of the emperor, which is inconvenient to say. I will also help you. Now, your Highness unloads the mill and kills... Crossing the river and tearing down the bridge is not so good, right?"

Zhao Xianger uttered a question, turned her head and smiled and looked at him: "You mean I've been pretending outside?"

Ning Changjiu's heart shuddered and said, "I didn't mean that."

Zhao Xianger snorted coldly: "Hey fist! Come here."

Ning Changjiu said hardly: "What's the use of **** now? The public revenge is so magnificent."

Zhao Xianger said: "You didn't dismiss those two sisters-in-laws, each with fifty punches. Just now I said I was hypocritical, and then fifty punches, and public revenge plus fifty."

Ning Changjiu stood on the edge of the yard, rubbed the corners of his eyebrows, and said helplessly: "Why is your majesty so small?"

Zhao Xianger said coldly: "Add another fifty punches. If there is no movement, it will double again. You have no jokes."

"Okay." Ning Changjiu raised his hand and surrendered: "Just listen to your Royal Highness's orders."

He sighed, and walked towards the yard without love. Zhao Xianger rubbed his wrist and looked at him indifferently. When the two approached, their eyes met for a moment, intentionally or unintentionally. , In that moment, there seemed to be some secret light flashed by, and even the red moon in the sky could not be detected.

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