Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 16: Your heart is my heart

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The hazy vision is shaking, all the scenery is like being immersed in water waves, superimposed and transformed, and swaying layer by layer. In those skewed scenery, there are men with half-clothed clothes, holding **** palms, and smiling grinningly. Come.

The smile is like a ghost and a monster, lustful and gloomy, his face is crooked, his eyes are horizontal, his open mouth is black, and all his white teeth are shining like sharp teeth.

Behind him, there was a woman sobbing and sobbing, which sounded annoying. Meng Fuyao struggling to stretch out his hand, pulling out the needle on the back of his neck, and suddenly inserting it back.

Weeping and standing still, the man on the opposite side showed a look of surprise, and said in amazement, "Can you still move?" Without hesitation, he strode up, first dispelled the cleverness behind Meng Fuyao and threw it aside, and then grabbed Meng. Fu Yao, hugged it horizontally, kicked the wall with one foot, and immediately the wall rumbling away, revealing a dark room, Guo Pingrong hugged Meng Fuyao and got into it.

Meng Fuyao's mind drifted slightly, but did not faint strangely, vaguely smelled the scent of medicine that seemed to be absent, the fragrance was sharp and sharp, and the sword penetrated the chaotic brain like a star, and flew towards The surrounding consciousness immediately gathered again in a whirl, a little bit of sand gathered into a tower, solidified and piled up, and gradually pieced together a complete blueprint.

Suddenly heard the sound of tearing clothes in my ears, and immediately after feeling a cold in my chest, a pair of hot hands approached with a **** breath, touching the skin, shaking together.

Guo Pingrong didn’t know the change of Meng Fuyao at this moment. His bloodshot eyes were staring at the spring light in front of him. The disguise on Meng Fuyao’s face had been wiped off, showing the face of Ye Jinghong with long eyelashes. It trembled slightly, and his lips were full of flowers, Guo Pingrong’s gaze slowly slipped...The girl’s skirt was torn, and the snow on her skin was a bit brighter than the snow outside the window, but there was more ice muscle and bone. The luster and luster, you can feel the softness and fragrance of the virgin with your eyes, rubbed like a **** hand, bright red is reflected white, there is a shocking fragile beauty, just like falling red gently Leaving the branch, he made a pitiful invitation to Ren Jun's devastation.

This kind of silent invitation can most arouse the man's animalism and madness. Guo Pingrong let out a low growl, extinguished the candlelight in the room with a wave of his palm, and panted down.

The light in the room was suddenly dark, and the space became more and more narrow. I don't know who lit a lamp outside, but the color is rare lavender, and a faint purple light leaked in from the gap in the wall.

Meng Fuyao shook suddenly.

The claustrophobic space... the purple light revealed from the gap... This scene is so strange and so familiar, as if I have seen it like this a long time ago...

"Ah!"

My mind was like being severely slashed by an epee, and the intense pain instantly penetrated all consciousness, the swaying vision was shaken, and the shaking of the sky and the earth was hidden in the depth of memory and I did not want to open some of the long past suddenly A corner was peeled off, and some scenes appeared in a whirlwind... a small, immovable space... a purple palace lantern hanging high in the distance... the middle-aged uncle’s salivating face... the hand that stretched out to his body...

The nightmarish old thing repeats itself, awakening the memory hidden in the seal, the last trace of slack mind is gathered in an instant, a long-lasting grief and indignation sparks in an instant, and the whole body's vitality suddenly burst from the dantian, like a flood flood Rampage, want to burst out!

Meng Fuyao suddenly jumped up straight, raised his head, a mouthful of blood spurted out like a rain of cherry blossoms, and then splashed down, leaving Guo Pingrong all over his body.

Guo Pingrong got up in amazement, and quickly backed away with his pants. He looked at Meng Fuyao in horror. He couldn't figure out how Meng Fuyao, who had been hit by his own "soul lock needle", got out of control and returned to normal?

Meng Fuyao jumped up, a rain of blood spurted out, and her anger was raging like a fire in the scorching red. She looked down at her disheveled chest, suddenly looked back, and stared at Guo Pingrong.

Her eyes are cold and scorching, like Manshu Shahua burning in flames, exuding the murderous and deadly aura belonging to the other side of Huangquan. The look of her staring at Guo Pingrong is like a chain of eyes, which has been tied in an instant Lived Guo Pingrong's soul, then tied him to the fire of hell, and instantly burned to ashes!

Guo Pingrong was stared at by this gaze, and then suddenly sweated out of his back, his subconscious hand stretched out his sword and took three steps back.

He doesn't even know why he wants to retreat. It is obvious that this girl's martial arts may not be able to threaten him, but her eyes are too terrifying at this moment. He has never seen such a sharp sword in his life. It seems that one look can kill people!

Oh no, I actually saw it once. Many years ago, after hearing the news, the prince, who was still a young man, had the same look in his eyes, which made him weaken his legs...

Many years later, in the eyes of another person, he actually saw this murderous look with infinite darkness again!

Guo Pingrong flicked his horizontal sword, and the famous "Xinghui Sword Technique" had just been put out, and when he saw the opposite, Meng Fuyao, with black hair and loose hair, rushed forward like a tiger.

When she rushed over, the whole body was full of qi, which caused the indoor tables and chairs to fall over, the tent was flying, and the candles stuck in the porcelain plates on the table were snapped off, and the curtains hung in the darkness. At the first volume of the earth, Meng Fuyao flew like a black cloud, grabbed a Jindun, and smashed Guo Pingrong severely!

Guo Pingrong’s pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinpoint—when did this woman's skill soar? This blow was so powerful!

It's just that, as a disciple of the top ten, how can he shrink back, and how can he fear a woman's angry blow?

Guo Pingrong's long sword furiously curled up and rolled out a huge wave. A crystal wall was erected horizontally in front of him, but there was a slight "chi" sound, and water split from the crystal wall. , Turned into a sharp light, hit the front of Meng Fuyao's empty door wide open.

The sky is full of stars, a stream of light, as fast as a comet sweeping across the sky, all you can see is the brilliance of stars.

Starlight enveloped Meng Fuyao, Meng Fuyao just shouted.

"Broken!"

The wrist vibrated, and a blue light surged. In an instant, Meng Fu shook his arm like a jade cast. The blue color became brighter and brighter and solidified like an indestructible jade pestle.

The fifth floor of "Broken Nine Heavens", "Bright"!

The true power that Meng Fuyao couldn't use on weekdays, under the strong stimulation today, was finally used by her desperately. This arm was instantly indestructible, and with a stroke of life, it pierced Guo Pingrong’s steel-like gas. The light curtain, grabbed his throat straight.

Guo Pingrong gave a low cry, the sword power horizontally blocked Meng Fuyao, and the Yan rose up, and the sword power changed in an instant, drawing a sword shadow in mid-air like a cocoon, drawing Meng Fuyao densely. Close up.

The two fought together in an instant, there was no sword wind, no scolding, no tables and chairs overturned in the dark room, no objects shattered, and even the initial low voice was not heard, only two figures were vaguely seen Tossing ups and downs, hearing the sizzling sound of the air moving too fast, and the smell of sweat and blood swaying in the air.

This was a silent and fierce struggle. The slender figure was forced out time and time again to stand up again and again to pounce on again. Meng Fushak, who was forced by the sudden chaos and nightmare and the old things, had something in his mind. Nearly blank, the only remaining thought is: kill him! Kill these memories that scare me!

The thirtieth move...the hundredth move...the third hundredth move!

Guo Pingrong's forehead was soaked with sweat, and the light was shiny.

This woman is crazy!

He has never seen anyone play like this, never seen anyone who can fight so desperately!

Since the battle, Meng Fuyao has left seven broken and **** wounds on his body, and he has left more sword wounds on Meng Fuyao, a total of twelve!

He has been playing well since he was a child, and Meng Fuyao is a lot older. The injuries Meng Fuyao gave him are not able to restrain his actions for the time being, but his sword, even if it is only gently brushed, Meng Fuyao There will be a burst of blood!

Because of this, Guo Pingrong has become more and more frightened. He is familiar with the tolerance of human pain. His hands are in the most painful joints. Normal people have long lost their fighting ability under such a vicious sword injury. But this It seems that there are even some thin girls who have such a powerful explosive power and endurance!

Guo Pingrong was even more frightened that the more he fought, the more he fought, but the more he fought and became weaker. It was not a psychological decline, but a regression of strength. He realized at this moment that the picture of taking off his pants was more than irritating him. Throwing a fist to destroy the picture and hurt your hand? The more insidious purpose is to run away his innocence.

The martial arts he practiced is the best way. Any extremely yang or extremely yin martial arts are more prone to get into trouble. He was repeatedly irritated and had evil thoughts, and his true energy went off the road without knowing it. Fast break down, the situation is getting worse.

This woman is so powerful, she can judge her inner strength just by catching him with one arrow! Actually calculate his character and every move, come prepared, calculate every step!

Guo Pingrong's momentum gradually faded, his eyes were shocked, but Meng Fuyao was sneered.

What is this pain?

If a person has to receive endless beating training from the age of five, day and night in the corrosive muddy water of the valley, fighting life and death with various beasts in the valley, for training" The pure Qi of "Bro Jiu Xiao" once buried himself in a pit for several months, and he was so hungry that he even ate worms. Is this bitterness a fart?

The supreme mental method is the easiest to break through only in the realm of life and death where you fight with masters!

What is a first-class master?

As long as you are aware of the martial arts context and prescribe the right medicine, you can also be defeated by someone weaker than you!

Now take my blood and your sword to create another level of entry for me!

The fifth hundredth trick!

Meng Fuyao, who was covered in blood, suddenly rushed forward, waved his crossarm, and stopped Guo Pingrong's violent sword with his arm!

The long sword pierced the elbow and penetrated from the bottom of the elbow. The blade pierced through the bone, making a toothy and chilling sound.

Guo Pingrong was unavoidably taken aback by the cold-blooded response of the **** sword.

Just this stunned, Meng Fuyao would no longer give him a chance to draw a sword. She suddenly strode across, twisting her arm through the sword, and the long sword piercing through the bone was immediately bent. One hundred and eighty degrees, "click" suddenly broke!

The broken sword flew, blood splashing on the sword, Meng Fuyao leaped up and stood up like a flying phoenix. He raised his head and burst out with a scream. The roar was as clear as a phoenix, piercing through clouds and cracking electricity, reaching the sky. With a bright blue light in the howling, Meng Fuyao raised his leg in midair and kicked the broken sword straight to Guo Pingrong's lower body!

The **** sword light came like a flying lightning, and instantly flashed into Guo Pingrong's panicked eyes, which was infinitely magnified. Guo Pingrong was alert to Meng Fuyao's intention, groaned in panic, and hurried up like a rocket.

But it was a step too late.

The broken sword brushed Guo Pingrong's lower body, and Guo Pingrong used up all his martial arts in mid-air and twisted to death. With a slight chick, a little blood burst out like a thin line, and flew out of Guo Pingrong's body with a beep.

"Ah!"

Guo Pingrong planted from midair and bounced on the ground like a dead fish. He tremblingly stretched out his hand covering his crotch, his palm was full of blood.

Meng Fuyao cursed in a low voice, "Damn. Why only cut one egg!"

She waved her sword and wanted to make another knife. She felt dizzy as soon as she took a step. She staggered, knowing that she had lost too much blood, and she wanted to kill again.

She swayed over, holding the sword, preparing to slowly make up for Guo Pingrong. If Guo Pingrong struggles, just fight again.

Suddenly there was a long report in the distance.

"The Prince is here!"

The report stated that it was still far away, but the sound of footsteps came quickly. The sound of footsteps was the master's, so light and quick that there was almost no sound, and it was not far away in an instant.

Meng Fuyao swayed and looked back. At this moment, her whole body was **** and sweaty. She had already lost her strength and was almost in a coma. The drug attached to the needle was also a little out of her preparation and control, and it had some influence. With her mentality, she only vaguely heard the last two words, and from the approaching footsteps, she felt that her unresistible master was approaching, and even more people were surrounding her.

Stomped hatefully, Meng Fuyao took a breath and jumped up, kicked open the secret room door and threw it out from the back window.

Almost at the same time she disappeared from the window, the secret room door was opened again, and a ray of light poured in from the door, and it was dawn.

Along with the sky light, there are also two rows of guards in Jinyi, different from the ordinary guards of the palace. These guards have a cold look and sharp eyes. When they go to that station, they will be out of the air, and they will know all the masters at a glance. .

They all wore blue-colored and gold-inlaid Ruyi jade plates with the words "Shangyang" in the seal script.

Prince Wuji, the exclusive guard of Shangyang Palace, the famous "Shangyang Feiqi".

These top guards who will not be dispatched for idle affairs, today came in a large team. Once they came, the guards of the General’s Mansion were dispersed to one side and not allowed to go. The rest all poured into the festival hall and quickly found the secret room. Bian Yan lined up, bowing together.

Last night, it snowed all night, so that the sky was already bright at the fourth clock. Looking from the Jietang, the yushu and Qiong branches in the courtyard are as white as a carpet, dotted with red plums like blood.

In the snow, everyone embraced the guard, and gradually came the slender figure. It looked like it was not moving fast, but in an instant, the long lavender dress with a silver dragon edge floated slightly, wearing a silver and white fox fur more brilliant than snow , The jasper belt on the waist is warm and pure, and the mellow blue color suddenly adds a spring of spring to the sky and snow.

The man who came here, although half of his face was covered with a mask, but his hair was like ebony, his face was like a jade, and the eyes of the silver fox fur's shining sharp tips were like the deep sea, and the waves were fading. At first glance, it seemed to be captured.

Seeing this man, those proud, cold, and defiant Shangyang guards bowed deeply in respect.

The master of the world, the emperor in the dragon, enjoys the most lofty love of the people of the country, at the age of fifteen, he will supervise the country and the government, and will govern the Promise Kingdom prosperously and powerfully. It will make the seven countries fearful and fearless. The stunned one, the prince grandson.

The grandson Wuji.

In the snow, the eldest grandson prince, brave the wind and snow, is noble and graceful, and he walks all the way, where he passes, even the snow flakes have not been broken.

Jietang snow fell overnight, and the steps were extremely slippery. The captain of the guard came up to greet him, but the grandson Wou-ki didn't even stop, and he lifted his clothes into the Jietang.

The captain froze there, turning his head in surprise to look at the crown prince's back. I don’t know why. Today, there is something wrong with the prince. His steps are not abnormal, but he, an old man who has followed him for many years, realized that the prince seemed a little impatient. There seemed to be faint anxiety in the eyes that were too deep to see the heart, and even some...anger.

He speculated there, but Changsun Wuji had already walked directly into the opened dark room door.

He stopped at the door, and slowly put down the hand that had been in the fox fur, scanned the room for a week, and took a deep breath.

The guard lowered his head.

In the room, the tables and chairs were overturned in a mess, blood stained all over the floor, dripping from one end to the other, looking shocking. There was also a small thing. Wang was in a thick pool of blood. Everyone saw what it was with sharp eyes, and looked up in shock.

At the end of the room, Guo Pingrong's eyes were dull, and he covered his lower body. He was not so badly injured that he completely lost combat effectiveness. However, the blow of the destruction of the baby was so sudden that he could not react for a while.

Changsun Wuji glanced over the thing, his pupils shrank, and suddenly he stepped forward slowly.

His walk was an understatement, but with this step, all the objects in the room, including tables, chairs, tents, candles, etc., suddenly all silently and strangely turned into powder, and fell to the ground.

The guards looked at each other with a look of surprise in their eyes. These things had been ruined long ago, but they barely maintained their original form. When the external force was stimulated, they turned to ashes. You can imagine what happened in this dark room just now. The battle was so intense that everything was used as a weapon and then destroyed by Zhen Qi.

The eyes of Changsun Wuji only stared at the blood in that place. He scanned Guo Pingrong's body, and immediately determined that only the wounds on Guo Pingrong's body would definitely not shed so much blood. This moment, Changsun Wuji's eyes changed. , There seems to be a wave rolled up in an instant, but it disappears in an instant.

He raised his hand, and the guard immediately retreated silently.

The door of the dark room closed again, and the snow light came in from the half-covered door very brightly, reflecting the divine light in the Prince's eyes, like wind and clouds on the sky.

Guo Pingrong has recovered his sanity at this time, lay down and kowtow to the prince deeply, and choked, "Your Highness... Your Highness..."

He lay down on the **** ground, smelling the breath of blood, both his own and Meng Fuyao's. He thought about the woman who has become so powerful and domineering, she will be filled with her blood The broken sword pierced into his lower body and ruined his life ever since.

He couldn't help trembling in such a **** and cold breath. He only felt that his splendid and glorious first half of his life seemed to end at this moment, such as fireworks are easy to cold and dreams are fragile, and he did unexpectedly in an instant. The end of helplessness.

"Your Highness...I want revenge..."

The pool of blood in front of him reflected the light and shadow floating, and reflected a lavender luxurious robe corner, which stopped in front of him, Guo Pingrong raised his head, looking hopefully at his respected and feared Prince.

He looked at those familiar eyes. Those eyes were always the same as if the spring breeze. Although they were deep, they always smiled slightly. However, at this moment, the expression in his eyes felt very strange to him. He looked at that expression, like Seeing the flying dragon above the Nine Heavens, looking down coldly, watching the mortals who dared to break into their inviolable territory.

Remote, persecuted, cold, and slightly murderous.

His vow to kill instantly shattered in his throat, but his whole body began to fight involuntarily.

On the opposite side, Changsun Wuji gently squatted down and squatted in the dripping blood. He watched the blood, and the light in his eyes was ignited like flames, and said lightly, "Ping Rong, you made a mistake."

Guo Pingrong raised his head in amazement, no longer understand why His Royal Highness suddenly said such a sentence, and why didn't he ask the emperor to treat him?

"You are wrong about being arrogant and self-righteous. You came from the bottom, and you suffered too much before becoming famous. After you became famous, you couldn't control your temperament. You must report your narrow-mindedness. You ran three hundred miles in one night. The family of the person who spit on you was killed. You once ordered someone* your sister-in-law, just because she never gave you a good face when you were in the cold, and you were drunk at night and bumped in a small alley. He drew his sword and killed that person, and even his friends and innocent people who kindly helped you to persuade you to fight were also killed."

Guo Pingrong listened to these secrets that he thought no one would know for a lifetime, his whole body was trembling slightly, he looked up at the unfathomable prince, and did not understand why he would mention these old things at this hour, and now that he knew these Why didn't you mention it again?

"I used a general, not a saint." Changsun Wuji seemed to see his doubts and looked down at him indifferently, "General, no moral articles are needed, as long as you are aggressive, as long as you are good at fighting and brave, you can resist the enemy and kill. Enemy, can protect me from the 18 tribes that have always been restless in southern Xinjiang, and make contributions to the Promise court. Your personal virtues are deficient, and you are not careful, what do you do with me? What do you do with the court?"

He stood with his hands in his hands, his robe without wind, and he sprang out a strange light fragrance.

"But, Pingrong, you did something I can't bear today."

Meeting Guo Pingrong's increasingly suspicious gaze, Changsun Wuji suddenly smiled without a smile. He leaned down and said a few words gently in Guo Pingrong's ear.

Guo Pingrong’s face changed immediately, as if suddenly swallowing a hot coal, his entire face was squashed with extreme shock, he opened his mouth, as if suddenly unable to catch the short breath, and seemed to want to work hard. The word popped out, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't say a word smoothly.

He glared at the grandson Wuji, trembling all over, his face gradually changed from initial shock to regret, incomprehension, despair, etc., and finally he yelled, walked on his knees, and crawled all the way to death. He grabbed the corner of Changsun Wuji's robe.

"Your Highness! Forgive me!"

The grandson Wuji put his hands in his sleeves, looking at himself, the love general who has distorted his character because of his unbalanced life, without any emotion in his eyes.

"...There's another thing...Tory's brothel "Chunshen Pavilion" used child prostitutes, is it because of you?" Changsun Wuji smiled faintly, "You really know how to play, and you are really unscrupulous. , Do you really think those virgins are the children of poor people in the countryside of Zhongzhou? That is a girl from the 18th tribe of southern Xinjiang who was taken captive by Tory and fell into the dust. You, the general in charge of the expedition in southern Xinjiang, actually provoked Jie Yu. Rebellious southern Xinjiang, Pingrong, you really disappoint me."

Guo Pingrong let go of his **** hands in a daze, and stared at Changsun Wou-ki incredibly. He didn't understand how the prince, who was so rich and powerful, knew even the secretive child prostitute of "Chun Shen Ge", let alone why Tory cheated. He, he looked at Longsun Wuji in despair, but couldn't find the answer in the other's eyes.

"No..." Guo Pingrong suddenly jumped up frantically, screamed and rushed out the door, "If you want me to die, I can't do it! I am General Jianwu! I am the fourth place in the Zhenwu Conference. I am the ninth member of the top ten emperors! I..."

His voice suddenly condensed in his throat.

The light snow outside the door is not over, and there are fine snowflakes penetrating through the doors and windows that have never been completely covered, flying towards the human body that emits heat, but it is like an invisible obstacle at a distance of a few feet, and it pauses slightly Pause, falling down.

The sky was bright, and I saw the figure standing and kneeling in the room, and I saw a few snowflakes falling on a finger, the finger was as long as jade, and it touched the forehead of the half-kneeling man.

It was just such a gentle gesture, Guo Pingrong, who was crazy like a tiger and superb, could no longer rush a foot in front of Changsun Wuji.

Guo Pingrong’s consciousness suddenly turned into confusion. There were many horizontal and vertical diagonal lines in his mind, intertwined one by one, twisted into a rope, the rope tightened, squeezed and twisted him. His memory and sobriety, until twisted into a mess.

He slowly tilted down, and a final sober consciousness suddenly popped out of his mind.

"His master is ranked ninth among the ten emperors, and Changsun Wuji..."

"I regret that I should not offend the wrong person..."

He couldn't finish this thought, he was already on the ground.

The long-term Sun Wuji slowly withdrew his hand, and brought his hand back to the fox fur.

He lifted his head slightly, tilted his head to look at the skylight outside the window, the look in his squinted eyes was indescribable, like seeing a precious flower, suddenly beaten by wind and rain, and he stretched out his hand to wait Pampering, the flower pierced his hand.

He stayed silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his foot and kicked Guo Pingrong extremely contemptuously.

"I won't kill you... but from then on, you are really just a machine. This technique, I didn't really want to use it on my subjects... You can be the first, that's you It’s an honor."

He turned around, walked away, and the guards trot up to meet him, and further away, the guards of the General's Mansion knelt all over the ground, and did not dare to let out the atmosphere.

Changsun Wuji got on the imperial court without turning his head back. At the moment when the car curtain was hanging down, he lightly ordered:

"Tell me all orders."

"Yes."

"The eighteen tribes of southern Xinjiang have changed. Those who are not ministers should conquer them. Prince Zhude will be replaced by the king of Rong, and the three states of Rong, Zhen and Li, Yongzhen Nanjiang, will be led by General Jianwu to listen to King Rong. Under his command, it is a precursor to the flattening, and it will be sealed today."

"..."

"Huh?" Changsun Wuji's gaze turned, and the captain of the guard who was shocked and hesitated because of this Junling immediately broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly saluted, and responded loudly, "Yes!"

Seeing the imperial squad rolling away, the captain of the guard gradually filled his eyes with confusion and haze. After a long while, he looked up at the sky that had not cleared after the snow, where layers of clouds surged like waves.

After a long while, he sighed in a low voice, scattered in the cool air behind the snow.

"Something is going to happen..."

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"Boom!"

Meng Fuyao threw himself on a tree in cold sweat. The tree was immediately covered with her blood and sweat. The cold wind blew from behind him. Meng Fuyao's back was cold, but his heart was burning as hot as a fire. .

She barely turned over, opened her mouth and took a breath, pressed her front heart, and tried to get up cross-legged to even out the qi in her body. However, there are countless fire snakes entangled and tumbling, and wherever she passes, the meridians are all over her body. They all seem to be on fire, they all seem to have become fire snakes.

What's the strange ingredient in that **** needle? It is like an aphrodisiac and not an aphrodisiac. Something seems to be touching her, but once she is emotional, she feels tingling in her internal organs. If it is not for the sharp fragrance of the medicine from the collar, it will force her to wake up from time to time and mobilize all of the " "Bro Jiuxiao" was suppressed by real power, and Meng Fuyao had already lost his temper. However, after this fierce battle that exhausted her true essence, she was seriously injured, how could she be able to control it.

Meng Fuyao smirked dimly, thinking vaguely, he still underestimated Guo Pingrong, the disciple of the top ten, even if the character is poor, the strength will not be bad, she came prepared. , Careful step by step, or almost gotta do it.

Be prepared for everything, focusing on the strong. She is not wary of the "victim" because of her habitual sympathy. In fact, she is also on guard. She clicked the Qiaoling acupoint at the beginning, but she did not expect Qiao Ling, who had been tapped at the Ruan Ma acupoint, kept holding the poisonous needle between her teeth, and when she rushed to Jiedang, he cruelly killed her.

Although it can be considered a blessing in disguise, and Guo Pingrong is fighting with all his strength, her "Broken Nine Heavens" really seems to have made a breakthrough, but she still did not expect that the thin Qiuli's anti-poison incense can be prepared by the Holy Medical Sect. Detoxification, even the miraculous medicine that can block even the effects of aphrodisiacs, has not been able to completely withstand the virulent power of that **** needle!

"Damn!" Meng Fuyao cursed lowly, "Barefoot doctor! quack doctor! Quack!"

Suddenly a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and someone was approaching, Meng Fuyao immediately struggled and grabbed the dagger in front of him.

The visitor stopped in front of her, his face was ordinary and withered, and he was the man in black who haunted Yuan Zhaoxu from time to time.

He looked at Meng Fuyao hesitantly, with regrets in his eyes. The master was in retreat and recuperating. He was ordered to protect Meng Fuyao, but because of an accident, she was distracted and something went wrong. Now people are in front of her. He didn't dare to come forward, because Meng Fuyao's cheeks were pink, which was obviously abnormal. Where would he dare to approach at this time?

Standing on the spot hesitated for a while, and suddenly heard the sound of wind coming from behind him, the man in black suddenly looked back, but saw the man in white standing behind him, watching him calmly.

Heaved a sigh of relief, and the man in black bowed, "Mister is here, it's best."

"Leave it to me." Zong Yue simply sent the man in black away, and walked forward to see Meng Fuyao. Meng Fuyao raised his head in a daze, distinguished familiar people in the chaotic vision, grinning. Once, reach out and push him, "You... stay away from me..."

Zong Yue remained silent, squatting in front of her, reaching out to get her pulse, Meng Fu waved his hand to avoid his touching, and muttered, "Quack doctor, I seem to be...vulgar...in aphrodisiac ..."

Zong Yue smiled and said, "Traditional Chinese aphrodisiacs should have been beautiful people, how come you have this qualification?"

Meng Fuyao smiled weakly. He has no energy to fight with this poisonous tongue man, and lazily said, "Can it be cured?... Can't be cured as soon as possible... Get fucked... Don't tell me that Yin and Yang will heal without medicine. ...If it can be solved by that...I will...despise you forever."

Zong Yue smiled suddenly. Although he looked gentle, he rarely smiled. This smile was like sunlight flowing softly from behind the clouds, compassionate and tender.

He said softly, "Actually, I don't mind you despising me forever..." As soon as he reached out his hand and picked up Meng Fuyao, Meng Fuyao would struggle as if he was shocked, but Zong Yue said lightly, "This is already You have hit back at the back door of the German mansion, don’t you have the strength to hold on to the mansion from here?"

Meng Fuyao cursed lowly, "...you can tap my acupuncture point, but I want to bear it..."

Zong Yue bowed his head and saw her face with red clouds rising, but her eyes were drunk. It was the three spring willows, the peach blossoms in April, the clear waters in May, and the full pond lotus in June. They are the most seasonal in this world. The sum of the best things.

He looked at such a face, his hands that had always been stable couldn't help but tremble slightly, but Meng Fuyao suddenly opened his eyes, her eyes were reddish but clear, as if the bottom of the water could be seen through the clear stream. Baisha has a clear calendar.

Zong Yue lowered his eyes, stopped talking, hugged her back to his yard, first clicked her acupuncture point, fed her a pill, pushed her palace to invigorate blood and bandage the wound. All this was done by himself. He stood in front of the window for a long time after he was busy, with his hands in his hands and he was silent.

When Meng Fuyao woke up, his first reaction was to check his clothes to see if he had been XXOO in the fire, and then he felt that the scorched fire snake seemed to have retracted into his cave and shrank into a ball. No longer raging, but there was a sudden hotness in the depths of the dantian, and she couldn't get rid of it. She tried her luck, and if she realized it, she sat up cross-legged and said, "You can't get rid of this medicine?"

Zong Yue turned to look at her, frowning, "You are not considered an aphrodisiac, or it is much more powerful than an aphrodisiac. This is "locking love". It uses the essence and blood of a 10,000-year bustard, and the middle one is strong. , Thirsty for **** regardless of day and night, but every **** will harm the body. After three months of living upside down, you will definitely die."

"Expend life in advance to burn*?" Meng Fuyao murmured, "Who is so wicked to come up with this thing."

"Guo Pingrong's master, Xinghui Shengshou Fang Yimo." Zong Yue's expression was a bit strange. "It is said that Fang Yimo fell in love with a woman when he was young, but that woman had fornication at home when he was traveling around the country. After Yimo came back, he made this thing, and let the woman and the adulterer spend all night and day* until the man was exhausted and the woman died with blood."

Meng Fu took a breath, shook his head and sighed, "It's no wonder Guo Pingrong is so inept. It turns out that his master is not a good thing either."

Zong Yue said lightly, "Guo Pingrong has been hollowed out by wine in recent years, and his cultivation is not as good as his teacher's 30%, and... Mr. Fang is very short-term."

He looked at Meng Fuyao, who was not afraid, and sighed, "The fur clothes that have been tainted with the'scent of anti-poisoning' made by the seven-leaf clover are truly non-toxic. You should be safe. It’s fine, but I just discovered that there is a dark poison that complements the "sentimental" component lurking in your body. There is no trace of this poison, and there are no symptoms on weekdays, but when you encounter some poisons, it will cause you to Fortunately, in the past seventeen years, you did not encounter those poisonous leads. Today, if it were not for the incense of poison, if only the secret poison erupted with your body, you would die suddenly... "

"After talking for a long time, you are still afraid that I will call you a quack, telling me that the poisoning is not that your medicine is bad, but that I have a dark illness, but I listen to you, you are helpless with this poison?" Meng Fuyao Look at him slantingly, "No way, medical saint."

"I can't do it, and others naturally can't do it." Zong Yue's plain tone has an arrogance, "but I have a way to reduce the effect of the medicine."

"What?"

"The first is to use medicine to transform it into a real aphrodisiac, as long as you are willing to talk to men..." Before Zong Yue finished speaking, he saw Meng Fuyao walking outside with his shoes on the bed.

Zong Yue smiled bitterly and waited until she walked to the door to say, "There is another way. This medicine is a combination of aphrodisiac and poison. It can be transformed into aphrodisiac and poison. I can turn this medicine into poison. But the poison remains unsolved for a day, and you can't be emotional for a day, otherwise the Qiqiao will bleed and die immediately...you choose it yourself.

Meng Fuyao walked back, sat cross-legged nonchalantly, and said, "Which one do I choose, do I need to ask?"

Zong Yue stood by the window and looked at him. His face was bathed in the pale sky light, and his eyes and lips, which were lighter than ordinary people, seemed to be whitened by the light, and looked a little volatile and uneasy. , He said for a while, "Are you...sure?"

Meng Fuyao waved his hand very directly, "You are long-winded."

"Do you really think you can live without emotion in your life?" Zong Yue looked at her, "You are a young age, young AI, what reason do you have to resist the arrival of feelings?"

"The direction of my love shouldn't have been here." Meng Fu shook his lips tightly, his expression suddenly became more melancholy, "Now that I have hit this thing, I will act as an extra protective shield. I am self-sustaining and nurturing... Hey, it's good."

She raised her head and smiled, with slight regrets and melancholy in her smile, relentless resistance and helpless acceptance of world affairs, and finally she said softly but firmly:

"That's it."

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In the winter of the fifteenth year of Wuji Guozheng Ning, the Wuji Kingdom rebelled in southern Xinjiang, the prince of Wuji made all the orders, the prince of Germany, the grandson Jia was appointed as the king of Rong, led an army of 200,000 to southern Xinjiang to fight the rebellion, Jianwu general Guo Pingrong As a striker.

Because King De had an old illness and never healed, he hired a doctor with a lot of money. The more he went with him, the more he heard that there are many exotic flowers and weeds in southern Xinjiang that are easy to use as medicine, he readily responded.

Meng Fuyao and Yao Xun, as Mr. Zong’s "little servants", naturally followed the army forward. When Meng Fuyao was out of the city, he passed the "Chunshen Pavilion" and found that the formerly busy Jinjin Cave had been sealed up. Merry, now the clouds are scattered, and Meng Fuyao is standing in front of the empty brothel. I don't know what he thinks of, a smile on the corner of his mouth gradually rises, but it gradually fades.

She stood silent for a long time, and finally turned around. Suddenly, she heard the sound of breathing in the corner behind her. She stretched out her hand and grabbed it, but she caught a little man.

The child was only six or seven years old, with heavy makeup on his small face, but it was so dirty that he was grabbed from the corner by Meng Fuyao, his eyes widened in panic, but he did not cry.

Meng Fuyao only felt that the child was familiar, and after looking at it for a long time, he remembered that this was the child prostitute he saw when he was visiting the brothel that day. He couldn't help but frown and asked, "It's not that the'Chunshen Pavilion' kidnapped Nan without permission. The girls of the Xinjiang tribe were sealed off, but are you all taken in by the court? Why are you alone here?"

The child stared at her with big brown eyes, and said for a while, "Knife, go home."

The child speaks briefly, his voice has a rare metallic quality, and it sounds like a sharp edge that cannot be concealed. Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows, a little worried whether the child was frightened by repeated hardships and became mentally abnormal. However, the little girl named Xiaodao just clenched her skirt tightly, repeating over and over again, "Xiaodao, going home."

Meng Fuyao tried to leave several times, but couldn't forcefully pull away the skinny hand of the child. She didn't want to use martial arts to force her away, so she dragged her back. Yao Xun watched her clothes drag. When a child came back, he raised his eyebrows in surprise. Before asking, Meng Fuyao replied in an angry voice, "The knife is going home."

Therefore, there is a small servant named Xiaodao in the team. The small servant is very silent, and his eyes are always fixed on the south.

When the army went out of the city, Meng Fuyao looked back at the direction of Canglan Palace, and a slight smile appeared-there, a certain deep beauty and a certain fat rat who is narcissistic and loves the master, are they enjoying The rare winter sun today? Does the fat rat sleep in the palm of the master, showing its cute pink belly? And the first snow on the eaves, the dripping snow water is dripping into the crystal center of Canglan Lake?

She did not say goodbye to Yuan Zhaoxu.

Choose to follow King De to leave, one is for King De to take charge of all affairs in southern Xinjiang and the nearby states, including the issuance of passage orders to the neighboring countries in the southern border of the Promise. Meng Fuyao is hoping to gain something, and second, she still wants to find The chance is to get the antidote from Guo Pingrong, who is said to have suddenly changed himself, and thirdly, to leave Yuan Zhaoxuan.

Because it was close, I left.

She shouldn't have been detained for all the love and affection in this other world. It was a time to leave the past. After crossing, from the anxiety and heartburn at the beginning to the acceptance of reality, she experienced the psychology of stormy seas. During the course, when the surging mood of the sea returns to calm, it does not mean giving up, but being willing to hibernate, willing to dormant with time and opportunity forever.

She believes that as long as she goes all the way, there will always be the day when she touches the end.

However, there are always variables in human life. Such variables are approaching with irresistible fate. She has almost seen the consequences of such variables. All her persistence and dreams of coming here for 17 years will be So it fell short.

She hopes that before Yuan Zhaoxuan can fully become the variable that can subvert and burn all her obsessions, she will extinguish the sprouting flame with her own hands. In the future, she will not have to owe or miss her, but in the end Hesitated at the critical moment.

She hopes that she can pass the wind without a trace, and not leave any traces of changing the destiny of herself or others in this world that should not belong to her.

Fighting with Guo Pingrong, "Bro Jiuxiao" was close to the fifth floor because of a blessing in disguise, but it was also touched with this terrible poison. Meng Fuyao felt that this was the will of God in the dark-to help her advance through the barrier with stronger strength , And with the wisdom sword of destiny, cut off some entangled silk that grows in the dark.

She lingered in front of the city gate for a long time, and finally, in Zong Yue's once-intentional looking back, she slapped her horse resolutely and hurriedly caught up.

Her black hair is blowing in the wind, her slender back is covered with a huge bright red sunset, and the sky is full of sunset in the distance, and the sky is rich and bright. The woman who rides away gradually fades into a slight golden color. In the crimson.

She didn't know.

The direction she was looking at was the highest top of the "Zhechun Tower" in the Canglan Palace. The noble man with wind-like sleeves stood there for a long time. The wind from the tall buildings made his long clothes swell, and the black hair scattered like Mo, those flying hair covered his eyes, only a deep smile embedded in the corner of his lips.

He looked at the direction of the city gate, and said to a certain animal who turned his head to shoulder for a long while, "She just left without saying hello, the most cruel woman..."

A certain animal spread its claws happily and seized the opportunity to confess: I will never treat you like this...

Before the confession was over, I listened to the master murmured, "It's okay, if you don't come, it's me, I'll be you."