Silent Crown Chapter 128: The Eye of Indra

In the middle of the night, in the chaotic streets of downtown, two groups of gangsters are at the critical juncture of the fire.

Suddenly, a giggling black figure passed by like the wind, passed through the fire and the scene, and disappeared before everyone had time to react.

The two sides froze at the same time, and the two bosses who had been fighting hard couldn't help but glance at each other at the same time.

"Is that... an illusion just now?"

Just when both parties were in a daze, another black shadow flashed past. This time, the two parties who had been prepared finally saw clearly...

That's a naked* old man with a white beard! ?

At the moment they passed by, the two thin rows of spare ribs, the gesture of streaking intoxicated in the wind, and the thing that was faintly thrown out of the loincloth.

Both were clearly printed in the eyes of the two bosses and caused permanent mental damage.

In a weird silence, the two bosses looked at each other dullly, seeing the grievances of the injured eyes from above.

After a long silence, a boss asked tentatively:

"Should... let's continue?"

"Mother, don't fight anymore."

When Clang, the weapon in the hands of the other boss was thrown on the ground, he spit out a bit of thick phlegm toward the ground, and covered his eyes:

"Today is just a wicked one!"

The gangs on both sides nodded with lingering fear...

And that night, two groups of people decided to abandon the fire and go to have a drink and wash their eyes, and then they met in the same tavern by coincidence.

Two bosses who were dead and alive talked about the phantom of the old streaking man after being drunk, but they were so scared that they wept bitterly, and finally realized the beauty of peace. Both sides cut chicken heads and burned yellow paper to form allies and brothers... …However, this is all for a while.

Now, on the streets of Xiacheng. Mr. Holmes is experiencing the biggest crisis since his debut!

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In the rush, Bai Xi, who was carried on Ye Qingxuan's shoulders, glanced back. Seeing that old man with a grim expression chasing behind him, his face suddenly changed.

"Cousin, you put too much ridicule before leaving!"

She twisted Ye Qingxuan's face to show him behind:

"—The old tortoise is catching up! What should I do?"

Ye Qingxuan looked back. Suddenly scared his hair stood up, he hurriedly speeded up, comforting Bai Xi: "Don't be afraid! I think he has old arms and legs, and he will definitely not be able to catch up with us. Maybe after a few kilometers, he will pant on his own. Dead!"

The young man's vicious curse made the face of Po Supo, who was chasing after her, turned green.

"Asshole! I, I won't let you go!"

A stern look flashed across Pu Supo's face, and her hands were imprinted on her chest, like a heart. And just between the movements of both hands, the ‘heart’ beat quickly, making a faint drumming sound!

Jieyin's heart seemed to drive the heartbeat in his chest, and his exhausted physical strength was revived. He sang hoarsely on the drum sound produced by Jieyin on both hands:

"The great **** is like a full moon looking at the sun, radiating light! The flames ignited by his abundant energy are like lightning that is triggered from time to time in the clouds, and like a thousand suns rising at the same time, hanging high above the clear sky. !

He sat on top of the bull. Brilliant and bright..."

In the hoarse voice, the old man's back was a golden light, like the sun. It's like a car galloping in nothingness. Speed ​​up again!

This is the hymn praising Shiva's majesty in the hymn "Maha Bharata". At this moment, under the hasty chanting and singing of Pu Suva in the rush, it was not interrupted because of gasping.

Moreover, he also consumed his little energy and blood, and forcibly raised it to the level it deserved.

Now it seems that this old man has been stuck in front of the barrier of vision for so many years, but it is not a white card. At least he has practiced all the movements he knows so well that he can play carols when he walks, sits and lies. .

Ye Qingxuan turned her head and watched Po Supo chasing her closer and closer. The closer he chased, he was suddenly frightened. Quickly increase the speed, and don't increase the speed by tapping the flowing notes on your body.

The result is to the end. The old man jumped into the sky, like a big day, suddenly jumped in front of them.

Backed by the golden light, the old face was full of dignity and majesty.

"Unfortunately, it's a streaking pervert."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head and sighed. Next to him, Bai Xi nodded in sympathy and agreed.

Pusupo almost spewed out a mouthful of old blood, her expression is full of ferociousness, her indigo face is like a **** and Buddha's wrath, and her killing intent is like a knife!

"Sherlock Holmes!"

He chewed the name word by word, and screamed: "I will smash you into pieces!"

Just when he was about to recite the movement and began to sing Sanskrit, calling for the sacred fire, the sacred power, the sacred arrow and even the sacred cow dung, and he wanted to share with this **** black musician, he suddenly saw Ye Qingxuan Jumping a step back, he held the relic of the saint in the ball-dress tightly in his hand and held it high.

"Back! Back!"

His right foot slammed on the ground, stomping through the rotten wooden lid of the sewer, and he wanted to throw: "Otherwise I will throw your relics into the sewer!"

The sound of the Thames rang loudly, making Pusupo's face abruptly stagnant.

"No!!!"

His eyes were as red as a rabbit, the condensed ether in his hand suddenly dissipated, and he backed away hurriedly: "Don't be impulsive! It's gone, I'll fight you hard!"

He looked at the saint's relic in the young man's hand with full scruples, for fear that Ye Qingxuan couldn't think about it, so he threw his last hope of his life into the sewer.

It took him so much effort to convince Shi Luo Yiduo that they helped them get this saint's relic!

It's all ruined by being lost like this!

"You keep the Eye of Indra! I will let you go!"

He gritted his teeth and said: That thing is my holy thing, it's useless if you take it. "

"Oh? So is this thing called the Eye of Indra?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at the saint's relic in his hand, and suddenly realized.

This relic is a treasure left by the saint of Tianzhu, Lei Di Indra after his death. No wonder I felt electric when I first started.

"It's just that, who said it's useless?"

Ye Qingxuan shrugged his shoulders lightly and lightly: "My chair recently broke down, and it just lacks something to support it. I have the right size, so I won't be as good as you.

Besides, I just pinched a finger. This thing was the reincarnation of my toilet in the previous life, and it should have a fate with me, but it just happens to be with me today. "

Pu Supo's face was blushing. My lips opened and closed, I didn't know what to say, and in the end my hands were printed on my chest. The drum beats again: "Holmes, you are looking for death!"

"I have something to say well, otherwise I can lose it?"

Ye Qingxuan lowered his hand by an inch, and the corner of Po Supo's mouth twitched, her expression cruel: "If you have the ability, you will lose it."

"Oh."

Ye Qingxuan nodded and let go.

At that moment, Pu Supo's expression twitched and her eyes widened in disbelief. Slowly in time. His face twisted and changed, first astonished, then furious, and finally suffocated to the utmost pain.

He lost it?

Is this **** lost? Really lost? !

This **** is a relic of the saint!

"No!!!"

He forgot what he said just now, and he didn't even care about the ether, and he subconsciously swooped out toward the relic of the saint in free fall.

It's beyond reach.

A few meters away, the small ball was spinning and rolling in the air like this, and fell into the turbid current rolling underground waterway.

In mid-air, Posupo couldn't bear to look at her, her desperate eyes were full of lovelessness.

At the last moment, a small white hand stretched out from the side. Catch the Eye of Indra.

"Yeah!"

Bai Xi made a gesture of V, and threw the eye of Indra to Ye Qingxuan, and Ye Qingxuan posed again. Looking at Pu Supo who was almost crying on the ground.

"You bastard! A beast in the bottom chestnut car world!"

"Just kidding, why are you so excited."

As Ye Qingxuan said, his expression was eager to try: "I think you didn't really enjoy yourself just now, why don't we play again?"

"Good, good!"

Bai Xi clap his hands next to him: "I promise to catch it, grandpa, you have to believe me!"

Believe you, big head ghost!

Psu Po got up from the ground, her heart full of resentment and shame, her eyes solemn. He finally calmed down, realizing that these two **** actually just wanted to play with him.

Since he wants to play... he must be prepared to play with fire*.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Psu Po asked coldly.

"That's right. Talk well, talk well is better than anything else."

Ye Qingxuan slowly retracted the eye of Indra. Asked in a cold voice: "Now, do you experience the feeling of being aggrieved by people all over the street that you can't even understand the truth?"

Psupo's face turned green, and she forced her anger down: "You want the Eye of Indra. It's not impossible, as long as you promise me a condition, I will tell you the secret language immediately."

Ye Qingxuan was taken aback for a moment, his expression changed, and his brows rose quickly, as if he understood something, then he chuckled softly.

"What conditions?"

He put on a bargaining gesture: "Let’s talk and listen."

"Kill the shaman."

Psupo’s eyes were cold, and a killing intent flashed: "Join us, kill the shaman, and I will give you this thing, and I can even ask Silo Yida to hire you as our master of worship, every year You can also get a copy of the harvest from Ganlu City..."

"Are you kidding?"

Ye Qingxuan sneered: "You look at me too high, right? I'm just an unknown musician. How can He De kill the former Dark Emperor?"

"I don't believe others, but for a black musician who can escape the search of Avalon's Great Enchantment and sneak into Avalon for so long, it's just a little difficult."

Psupo solemnly said: "Mr. Holmes, you may come here for the purpose of the blood path? Shaman won't allow you to pursue the blood path. When he was still here nine years ago, all those who dared to explore the blood path and Ah The people in the Shadow of Walloon were all sunk into the quagmire by him.

Now that the shaman wants to rise, the first one will not let you go.

Joining hands with us is a matter of mutual benefit. Besides, you black musicians... don't you pursue power? "

"Oh? So, it makes sense."

Ye Qingxuan's brows raised slightly: "It's just that ~IndoMTL.com~ used a saint's relic that can only be used as a display to draw me a big cake. The sincerity of Tianzhu people can be underestimated."

Pu Supo was silent for a moment and made up her mind: "As long as you promise to pay the shaman, I will tell you its secret."

Ye Qingxuan smiled, not like a surprise, but as expected: "Since you are so sincere, it's okay to promise you."

Beside him, Bai Xi pulled his sleeve vigorously, his eyes signaled: This old ghost has a problem!

The young man waved his hand to signal her to be safe and restless, but the eyes of Indra in Mosuo's hand looked very happy:

"What is the secret language?"

Psupo's face flashed with a thick fleshy pain, she hesitated for a moment, and spoke a piece of Tianzhu dialect. Ye Qingxuan was taken aback when he heard the words, chanting silently in his heart, and immediately reacted:

"——Don't turn the Three Realms into ashes?"

Pu Supo's heart was shocked, and there was a trace of jealousy in her eyes: I didn't expect this guy to even understand Tianzhu language? (To be continued)