Guardian Chapter 151: Impact of Tanzhou Bureau

When Emperor Yongxing was in the underground palace, Qiyun was in the sky.

In Chen Feng's small courtyard.

Liu Li, who taught Yan Wenji to practice the wooden sword, and Xiao Sang, who stared at Yan Mubai with big eyes, are hostile to each other.

At the same time, he turned his gaze to the sky above the palace.

In the dark.

Something seems to have attracted their attention.

This subtle and fleeting sense of mystery.

It made them frown at the same time.

"Master, master, the wind is rising." Yan Wenji stood in a standard posture under the hurried jujube tree, holding the wooden sword in both hands, motionless.

"Yes, it's going to rain." Yan Mubai retracted the staring gaze with Xiao Sang Gan, turned back and secretly rubbed her astringent eyes by responding to Yan Wenji's words.

Being soft is impossible to be soft.

Even if Yan Mubai stares away, she won't be soft with the little Sang who "beats her sister with a crooked idea".

It's good when the wind blows, and it's good when it rains, so you can use the excuse to go home and collect your clothes "for the time being, I will let Xiao Sang a horse."

Yan Mubai cleared his throat, pulled Yan Wenji up and ran out of the courtyard, "Hurry home and pick up the clothes. If you get wet, your mother will use bamboo strips to hit the board again."

"No, I want to practice swords." Yan Wenji shook Yan Mubai's hand, dragged her body back, rubbing three steps forward, and then squatted down on her buttocks. She was finally caught by Yan Mubai. Pull away vigorously.

For three times, Yan Wenji is like a crying sister who is dragging her brother to buy candy, and she is dragged out of the courtyard by Yan Mubai.

Liuli turned a blind eye all the way, immersed in inexplicable silence.

"It's the wind." Liuli touched her chin, lost in thought.

"Hmm." Xiao Sang, as always, has a melancholy little face and frowns.

The two raised their heads slightly to look at the sky, with serious expressions, deep eyes, and faint worries in their eyes.

Liu Li has a silver wire and pinches his chin to form a solemn sculpture.

Little Sang has green branches in his hair, puts off a gourd-pulled bun, and puts on his serious face, unspeakable melancholy.

"Why don't you put away the potato chips that are almost dried." Liuli broke the power in a second, turned around and started talking about Xiao Sang, "How can I fry it if it gets soaked in the rain? If my pig comes back, I can't eat it. Potato chips, we have to say that we have nowhere to manage the house."

"Oh." Xiao Sang squatted and jumped on the jujube tree.

There are several large dustpans spread over the canopy of the tree.

He put one hand on his head, one after another, and he jumped off the jujube tree easily. The dried potato chips in the dustpan, from beginning to end, let alone spilled, didn't even move.

Liu Li sighed lightly, "Oh," she collapsed, her spirit suddenly discouraged.

She broke her hands all over and counted, counted, and forgotten, she had to count again, and counted, Liuli angrily complained to Xiao Sang, "You are quiet, it hurts me I forgot to count it again."

Xiao Sang's footsteps just lifted, frozen in place.

He slowed down a few beats, and turned his neck abruptly, with a strange heart floating in his heart.

"Seventeen." Xiao Sang seemed to feel that he hadn't stated clearly, and added with a strong tone: "Chen Feng has left Kyoto for the seventeenth day."

"Who counts this." Liuli deceived herself and retracted her counting fingers, cocked her fingers to look back and forth in front of her eyes.

She sighed and blew her nails lightly, and asked to make up for herself: "I'm counting the bamboo house, Ge Ailan and Aunt Xue, what are their shortcomings."

It's not just hell... Xiao Sang complained inwardly... When I talked about Chen Feng, what was the corner of your mouth, huh, woman.

"Oh." Xiao Sang pulled out a long tone, regretting that he was so talkative. What did you say for seventeen days? Didn't you expose yourself to worry about Chen Feng? Bah, ants, my dignified Fusang Lingyun, how can I pay attention? An ant.

Xiao Sang shook the dustpan, shaking it back and forth, like a spoon, and the dried potato chips "flowed" into the cloth bag.

This household farm work in the ant world, Xiao Sang unknowingly, is doing more and more smoothly.

Liuli glanced at Xiaosang, coughed deliberately, and said casually, "It's been spreading in Kyoto these days. The situation in Tanzhou is very bad, right."

"Yes." Xiao Sang responded lazily, as perfunctorily as responding to the dog licking message.

"It is said that after millions of people have died, Tanzhou is about to become a ghost."

"Yes."

"I heard that the Demon Race has even mixed in with the Ten Thousand Years Demon King."

"Awesome."

"More than that, some people have seen millions of Yin Soldiers crossing the border. It is said that there have been several ghosts and gods in the legend."

"Fantastic."

"I heard people say, what other undead people who can't kill are there, three-headed and six-armed, with a horrible face and scary old man."

"Afraid."

"On Dashun's side, why didn't there be any movement? I didn't see the royal masters near Kyoto dispatched. What did the emperor Laoer think."

"No way."

The more Liuli talked about, the more there was no bottom in her heart, she couldn't help it anymore, she whispered around and said to Xiao Sang, "Well, you are very worried about Chen Feng, right?"

"No." Xiao Sang immersed himself in his work, and after one sentence, he was surprised that the air pressure in the courtyard had dropped a bit.

He pulled the dried potato chips in his hand, without looking back, he quickly changed his tone and added, "A little bit."

The air pressure returned to normal, and Xiao Sang sighed inwardly.

"Well, the young man has a future. It is not in vain that Chen Feng is so good to you." Liuli nodded in satisfaction, leaned on the recliner, and shook the plantain fan in his hand.

It was chilly, and her mood improved inexplicably, she continued: "I know, you miss Chen Feng a lot, right?"

Xiao Sang, "..."

Do you think, do I want it or not? Is this a multiple choice question?

"Well, I want to dream about it." Xiao Sang broke the jar, and if she followed Liuli, she would be happy as long as she was happy.

"The situation in Tanzhou is so chaotic, don't you worry about Chen Feng's safety?"

Xiao Sang understands, Liuli's sentence is not a question, but an affirmative sentence.

He automatically translated Liuli's words into "I know, you are very worried about Chen Feng's safety."

"Indeed, I was so worried that I couldn't eat and sleep." Xiao Sang himself felt a little numb, aloof, and when did he learn to be faceless.

The corners of Liuli's mouth trembled, and Fan Feng's hands became slightly stiff, a bit unsuitable for the change in Xiao Sang's personality.

But it doesn't matter, kids, it's all about growing up... Liuli quickly accepted Xiao Sang's "growth".

"So, I decided...no, it was you." Liuli pointed to Xiaosang of course, and said: "Let’s go to Tanzhou together and bring Chen Feng back safely."

Can I decide this matter... Xiao Sang complained from the bottom of his heart, with a calm expression on his face, nodding in response, "Well, that's it."

The decision was hasty.

The two walked in a hurry.

I didn't prepare anything, so I just left.

Also, a clerical man, a hibiscus aura, can live a long time even if he doesn't eat or drink.

Liu Li can't even wait, oh, no, it's Xiao Sang who can't wait...at least Liuli thinks so.

……

Wu Wanghai.

One of the six channels of Yin Yi, Wuwanghai represented by Lianrong Master who walks between Yin and Yang.

Several octopus tentacles corroded by sulfuric acid are burning in a **** flame.

This is not a flame.

The light of corrosion.

He is the Lord of Wuwanghai who wants to pick peaches in Dingcheng and is sealed by the soul and blood of the King of the West.

"Bitch, bitch." The spiteful voice was gradually sinking along with the roar of the sky.

The entire Wuwanghai tsunami rises, blowing hurricane-like winds one after another.

This yin wind swept through the underworld like a more and more violent natural disaster, devouring the ancients and devouring everything.

The underworld is in chaos.

The already precarious yin system is in a stretched state.

To make matters worse, the Eighteen Prisons, which represents the corpse-back people line, have been reversed.

The imprisoned zombie and the undead have gathered hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers, and the Bingfeng sword points to the orthodox Yinsi.

At the same time.

Wuwanghai's pulse also responds to support.

Two forces began to attack the city in the underworld.

The remaining four channels behind the Yinyi Six Channels continue to be silent, expressing neutrality in silence.

Fortunately, the Yinsi belongs to the government of the prefecture after all. The orthodox choice, the thin camel is bigger than the horse, and the seemingly precarious chaos, caught off guard in the early stage, slowly reacted and formed a brief confrontation with the two major forces.

Everyone can see it.

This brief confrontation.

Only temporary.

A larger undercurrent is surging.

The tranquility before the eruption of the volcano will be accompanied by a more violent eruption.

The underworld is in chaos.

A chain reaction will naturally occur between the sun.

First of all.

It was the seemingly salty Fumotang, and it began to wake up.

The secret room of Fumo Hall.

Hundreds of scrolls were awakened by Han Lin.

In the picture scroll, come out a team of killer intent and long-term dusty soldiers.

This is one of the three ace army built by Taizu Dashun back then. Following the Soul Suppressing Soul Army, the Flying Tiger Army of Fumotang has once again appeared.

Flying Tiger Army.

Everyone rides on Biao, who let the monster race fly to ride in fear of the wind.

The cavalry officers are all dust-covered veterans who have experienced many battles.

Is the person in the painting who participated in the Yin-Yang War three hundred years ago.

The life in this world is finite, and the life in the painting is infinite.

Tao Zu used life as his dye and soul as his supplement, and his luck applied the canvas to seal the person in the painting.

The key to unblocking is Han Lin and the magic pestle in his hand.

Flying tiger army is out.

Kyoto shakes.

One went straight into the underworld, and combined the Yinsi to clear and suppress eighteen prisons and the unconquered sea.

A walk in the middle of the world to capture the two-the corpse-carrying man, the master of constriction.

This leads to an embarrassing situation.

There is a dead person in the sun, no one is holding back.

Suppress people from other countries, no one will carry their bodies.

For a while.

The grievances are everywhere, the zombies are rampant, and the dead in vain are soaring in a straight line.

The workload of the Soul Division has increased sharply.

As the soul master Qiu Chen, as the soul-suppressing division, Master Chen Fengchen and his entourage.

Still on the ground in Tanzhou, avoiding the pursuit of the Killer Yuanying.

It's not entirely correct to say it's a chase.

At least Yuanying Killer didn't want to take Chen Feng's head off.

They want to find out who unblocked the Destiny Stone.

Chen Ping is dead.

The descendants of the emperor who entered the Zang Emperor Suspicious Tomb, and Chen Feng.

The Battle of Dingcheng.

The zombies stole chickens instead of loosing rice, instead they made wedding clothes for Dashun.

Li Lanzhi, Chen Jingyan, and Fan Xiaoxi were suppressed by the three giants in Kyoto. When they did not become bones and temporarily gained the advantage, they performed the Shadow Kill and escaped to the Eighteenth Prison.

The face has been torn.

Li Lanzhi and Chen Jingyan directly raised the banner of the Liewu Empire and sent their troops back.

The dirty emperor entered the underworld from the sun.

This time, the zombie army began to stir the underworld, trying to go from yin to yang.

Fan Xiaoxi was entrusted with the important task-to capture Chen Feng alive.

……

Fan Xiaoxi gnawed an apple, behind him were the source shadow killer and the golden and silver corpse puppets.

Beside her is a corpse-back man carrying an external skeleton.

The skeleton carried by this corpse-backer, one of the ribs is of special material, and it is the bone that does not melt, which is bestowed on him.

He learned the secret method of refining the corpse from this rib, and used other materials to restore the rib to a small skeleton skeleton behind him.

And this person, last name Zhang, first name puppet.

The big brother of the corpse back.

Chen Feng is familiar with it.

It was once called Soul Zhongli in the Market of Life and Death. He used to prostitute his life and wrote on his life. There was a corpse-backer who led him to the beginning, and this person was the corpse-backer puppet.

"Why is it bothersome? Isn't it good to kill that kid?" Zhang Puppet touched the skeleton behind him, as if talking to himself.

He rubbed its skull gently, and the shiny periosteum was exposed by him.

The skull's mouth opened and closed, with a high-pitched and high-pitched voice, kowtow in agreement, "Yeah, yeah, kill him, kill him."

Zhang Puppet's head turned, with a murderous intent on his face, and he raised his arms and shouted, "Kill him."

The corpse puppets behind him all raised their arms and shouted and cheered.

This appearance is full of momentum, and I have to say, it's very compelling.

Fan Xiaoxi rolled his eyes, and vomited a pit.

"Put away your self-written, self-directed, self-talking tricks, I'm tired of seeing it."

It turns out that the skeleton speaks, not the skeleton actually speaks, but Zhang Puppet, like a folk artist, learned ventriloquism and entertained himself there.

Zhang Puppet smiled, and pulled out the last weird smile before his death. Anyway, it looks pretty oozing. It has a lot of dealings with dead puppets, and even the normal smile has become distorted. .

Fan Xiaoxi nibbled the apple and ate the meat on his belt. Then he wiped his mouth and explained: "As the only dirty emperor suspect, who can untie the seal of the Destiny Stone, except for Chen Ping, it is Chen Feng. Chen Ping is dead. He is obviously not a man of destiny. As a man of destiny, Chen Feng is both a benefactor and a hidden danger for us. The man of destiny can both unseal and impose a seal. We are in control of it. "

This explanation did not convince Zhang Puppet.

He still carried the weird smile of the living dead, and said, "Then kill him, it will kill him."

"You don't understand." Fan Xiaoxi's shadow blade jumped out from her fingertips, and came back and forth like living creatures in her fingers.

She pointed to her forehead and shook her head: "Luwei Town is not just a noun, and the bloodline of the emperor is not just empty talk. If it can be returned to Chen Feng, the man of heaven, he will be transformed into Benchmarking, you can get the support of some old guys who have a good impression of the former."

"Oh, I understand, take the emperor to make the princes." Zhang Puppet touched the skull slowly, then turned around and squatted mockingly in a shrill voice: "He is also worthy? I, eh, eh. "

"Shut up, you are not allowed to insult the Mandate of Heaven like this." Zhang Piao pinched the skull's mouth with an indignant expression on his face, as if he really cared about Chen Feng.

"Ha~he~tui!" Skeleton became more arrogant, and spit onomatopoeia at Zhang Puppet.

This sing-a-and-match is completely Zhang Puppet playing the two roles.

Visible.

The big brother of the corpse-back man.

Not very healthy mentally.

It’s no wonder that Zhong Li’s kind of unscrupulous junior can be trained.

"Hehe." Fan Xiaoxi looked silly, and glanced at Zhang Puppet, never wanting to talk to him again.

She waved her hand, and the source shadow killer behind her, a group of three, each rushed in different directions.

Fan Xiaoxi stretched her elbows, shook her neck, blended directly into the shadows, and disappeared.

While Zhang Puppet was arguing with the skeleton for self-entertainment, he also divided the corpse puppets into teams and scattered them.

In situ, an apple core in one place.

Count them down, there are as many as ten.

How much fan Xiaoxi likes to gnaw apples.

It's been a long time.

Heizi's apple nucleus vibrated abruptly.

A shadow circulates, sweeping away the apple core.

Fan Xiaoxi's little brain was exposed from the shadows.

She glanced blankly, glanced around, murmured, "Is my intuition wrong?"

Fan Xiaoxi's eyes condensed, and the source shadow killer sent a contact signal to "find the target".

She merged into the shadows again, this time it really turned into a flash of light and disappeared.

Not far away.

In a wild pond with half dry water and muddy sauce.

Slowly raised a muddy hood.

Chen Feng and his party walked out of the Universe Bibo cover.

"I'll just say it's easy to use. Huanhong squeezed out our dough people, and I'll bury something in to make sure I can lead them by the nose." Chen Feng's voice just fell.

There was a loud bang in the distance.

He ransacked the den of the Yaqueling bandits and bought a lot of explosives.

The top of the Four Saints Mountain is mostly buried, and there are a lot of them left, which just happens to be useful here.

The source shadow killer and the corpse puppet chased after each other, but the dough people blew themselves up.

Fan Xiaoxi at this moment.

The back alveolar creaked, clenched his fists, pinching the joints white.

She was all dirty, smelling like **** and urine, and there were a few yellow sauces in her hair.

"Chen Feng, I want you to die."

Fan Xiaoxi roared, shaking all over.

That guy.

The real stench is overwhelming.