The Black Lotus is a little self-conscious, but these days, evil things see evil things, also want to say hello?

Miaomiao ran to Mu Sheng and noticed that his wrist had slipped and the demon handle was pinched in his hand. He could not help but bristle: "what do you want?! Don't be disrespectful to Buddha... "

Before the words came down, the demon's handle smashed out and went straight to the head of the statue.

Ling Miaomiao

Amitabha, the Black Lotus works alone.

Mu Sheng looks very serious. His action is very fast, like a storm. When he flies away from the demon handle, a stack of Rune paper spreads out in the air. With a little blood from the old wound, he only has time to draw a horizontal line. The rune paper quickly forms a encirclement, like a grinning dog, like a sharp arrow, attacking the statue.

The gold statue of the poor royal family, surrounded by heads and feet, is besieged in all directions. In the twinkling of an eye, it is attacked by countless people, and the golden light bursts into people's eyes.

Miao Miao instinctively takes her arm to block her eyes -

"it turns out that you are not excited to see me..."

The corner of Mu Sheng's eyes turned red slightly, and there was a boiling killing intention in his eyes, which went out slowly and uninteresting. "I'm afraid."

Miaomiao opened her eyes. The battle was unexpectedly fast, and there were only a few wisps of choking smoke in front of her eyes. The hall was dead again.

Is the monster too weak? Or is it too loud?

Or

What about the statue? When I looked up, I was almost scared out of a cold sweat. The statue of "zujin" was cut off from the waist. There was a big hole in the broken lower body. Inside, it was hollow, with a vague shadow with edges and corners.

Miaomiao came to see that it was a red lacquer box in the dim light of the candle. A closer look showed that the outside of the box was wrapped in cowhide. Because of too long time, the skin was rotten and peeled off, which made it mottled.

With a heartbeat in her chest, she climbed up to the supply table, bent down and took out the box, whistling, the heavy dust flew away and danced around.

They look at each other.

Mu Sheng glanced at her hand without interest: "open it, this is the relic Zhao Qinru wants."

Miaomiao opened it with trembling hands. The box was not locked, but the skin of the port was worn and rusted. When it was opened, it made a scratching creak.

There are two small black stones lying on the yellow silk cloth. Miaomiao can't help looking at the Black Lotus, "is this the relic?"

Mu Sheng also looked at her: "look what I'm doing, I haven't seen the sariki --"

suddenly, the back of my hand was cold, and suddenly a dark shadow leaped out of the box, fell to the ground and became a person, arched back, and quickly penetrated into the wall behind the broken Buddha statue.

She was suddenly pulled to the side by him and said hastily, "don't follow me now."

Then a "whoosh" sound, wonderful eyes a flower, Mu Sheng has chased the shadow away, disappeared.

On the wall behind the statue of Buddha, there is a big sparkling circular hole. There seems to be a cloud floating over there. It's unreal. It's obviously a boundary of fantasy.

"Hello..." She patted the wall, which was solid.

Just now, was the monster too weak, or was the admiration too strong, or Is it a trap to invite the emperor into the urn?

Mu Sheng was born with arrogance and arrogance. He died and later came into being. He made a smooth road. For him, the trap and provocation are the same invitation. There is only one way to go to an appointment.

What about her, chasing or not?

Miaomio heart a horizontal, she will put down the box, will take a small stone handkerchief package, put in the sleeve, set foot on the table, a head into the round hole.

*

Liu Fuyi's physical strength is rapidly consumed.

In the woods, the mist is heavy. The cold moonlight is shining on the fallen leaves. The white fog is like a cotton cloud. It flutters in wisps and twines people's eyes.

If he and muyao are the only ones who walk with each other all the way, it's a good thing to say that there is a Duanyang emperor who has been charmed by Mei Xiang on his back and needs to be taken care of all the way

"Brother Liu..." Duanyang's cheeks were flushed, and there was a cry in his voice. Liu Fuyi felt a little tricky, and half turned back, "what's the matter, your highness?"

The Dragon Boat Festival twists and turns on his back, which makes Mu Yao's face even darker This palace is really uncomfortable... "

"Your Highness, bear with me, I'll be here soon..."

If the conditions are not good, we have to create them. Mu Yao was injured. At this time, he didn't care about men's and women's defense. There were differences between monarchs and ministers. Liu Fu carried her on his back, fed her a green pill, and gently told her to take it.

On the face of the Dragon Boat Festival: "where are we going?"

Liu Fu's look was firm: "go back to the palace."

However, in front of him, there was a vast expanse of white fog, and he didn't know what the road was going to be like. Mu Yao caught a glimpse of the familiar diamond notch on the thick tree trunk and sighed at Liu Fu's clothes.

It's back to where it was.

The old temple has already become the base camp of evil spirits. They dare not slack off and kill each other all the way. They finally save Duanyang emperor Ji, who was scared to death, and let her fall in love with Mei Xiang. When they are in a hurry, they accidentally step into this dreamland.It's always such a moonlit night in the dreamland. The Dragon Boat Festival is scared and has no sense of the passage of time, but they know that it may have been a day or more outside.

The charm of catching demons can get twice the result with half the effort. The charms on Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao are almost used up every time. If they have a surplus, they won't let the Duanyang emperor turn into Mahua.

The feet suddenly cooled, and they looked down with vigilance. It turned out that it was a badger, who quickly wiped the corner of Liu Fu's robe and swept past on the fallen leaves.

Mu Yao felt dizzy under the tension of her spirit. At this moment, she suddenly relaxed and wondered: is there a badger in the dreamland?

The Dragon Boat Festival emperor Ji was as frightened as a bird. She buried her head in Liu Fu's neck and screamed: "what's that..."

Liu Fu clothes let her cry tinnitus, forbear dizziness, patted her arm: "it's OK, it's OK, it's animals..."

The badger turned back, turned into a curled up shadow, stretched his limbs, stood up and rushed to Liu Fu's clothes.

"Fu Yi -"

"ah -"

Mu Yao and Duanyang screamed at the same time.

Liu Fuyi is really unlucky.

If he had only one person, he could not get close to him. But at the moment, he was carrying an emperor's concubine, who was helpless and could only scream when something happened. He was afraid that if he jumped away, it would seize the opportunity to take away Duanyang, so he had to bite his teeth and face the shadow, and was hit by it.

The shadow was a man.

Low level monsters would never attack the weak point of the demon catcher so precisely. Liu Fu's soft waist and abdomen, together with his resisting hand, were stabbed in by his sword like black air.

Mu Yao's eyes are red, a burst of explosion sparks from the palm of his hand, such as the potential of avalanche, all the way to the front of his eyes, straight into a wall of fire.

It seemed that the shadow was afraid of fire. His hair exploded. He stepped back a few steps and almost disappeared into a piece of black smoke. He gathered again in the distance.

At the same time, Mu Yao's skirt angle seems to sweep the snow and rotate to block Liu Fu's clothes. Four or five pieces of charms beat from the palm of his hand and turn out towards the dark shadow.

"Brother Liu! Brother Liu Diji screamed as loud as she could.

Liu Fu was seriously injured. His white clothes were full of blood. He could not stand any longer. His lips were pale. He forced her to the ground and said, "it's OK, your highness. Don't be afraid."

Duanyang will hold him in his arms, tears flow more turbulent.

Mu Yao heard the sharp cry of the Dragon Boat Festival. She was confused for a moment, but when she looked back, the shadow behind her quickly stretched out a thorn, as if waiting for her to be distracted.

"Pa -"

at the critical moment, a spark can't be called a spark, it's just a raging fireball burst out in an instant. The inner core of the fireball is cold blue, and the periphery is orange with stripes, so gorgeous and lethal.

Black shadow let the fireball "boom" to blow up, issued an earth shaking hiss, hiss in the end, vaguely heard the smell of a man roaring.

This is Tao Ying's complaint.

The corner of Mu Sheng's robe flies, which makes the leaves fall all over the sky. The withered leaves are obliquely washed out by the huge force, forming a whirlpool and encircling them in the middle. They can't withstand the fierce wind and are broken into powder in the air.

If you come one step later, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Mu Sheng's snow-white face was particularly gloomy in this situation. He looked at the black shadow floating on the ground from a distance, and his eyes were black: "keep running."

The black fog in the air could not take shape for a long time, just like a person who had been blown up, covered his face and cried. He stared at him bitterly for a long time, and "Hua -" dissipated in the air.

"Sister, are you ok?"

At the moment when Mu Sheng turned around, he became a obedient young man. His eyes were red, and he took Mu Yao's hand. When he saw the superficial scratches, he exclaimed, "are you hurt?"

Liu Fuyi, who was bleeding, said: "I'm not sure."

Mu Yao looked at his younger brother in a dazed way and forgot to draw back his hand for a moment.

His appearance is abrupt and amazing, and the power she has never seen or imagined that this younger brother can have. The smell of his body can no longer be described by the strong evil spirit

Is it because of the demon's blood? Or

"What are you doing?" A big drink interrupted her thoughts. Emperor Duanyang's eyes were swollen with tears. She hugged Liu Fu's unconscious clothes tightly and said, "brother Liu is dying. Are you still standing here chatting?"

Mu Yao was shocked and rushed to see the wound of Liu Fu's clothes. The angry Duanyang knocked off her hand: "it's all your fault!" She turned to Mu Sheng, "and you!"

Mu Sheng's face sank. He was held by Mu Yao and advised: "ah Sheng!"

Mu Yao forced to endure the grievance, good voice good airway: "let me help him deal with it."She felt out the only hemostatic talisman left in her body. Stick it on Liu Fu's wound.

Fortunately, it's just an ordinary wound. It's neither Demon power nor poison. It's just that blood loss will lead to some crimes. It doesn't matter as long as you cultivate well for a few days.

Mu Yao breathed a sigh of relief and unconsciously reached out and stroked Liu Fu Yi's pale face in a very light tone, as if to coax him to sleep: "Fu Yi, it's OK. Ah Sheng is coming

Liu Fuyi really woke up from his half sleep and opened his eyes. Their eyes were opposite. He said with a smile, "well, I'm ok." Only one sentence, once again sleeps in the past, as if to support until now, just to give her such a reassuring smile.

*

as soon as Ling Miaomiao came over from the cave behind the Buddha statue, he saw a scene of warmth like an old husband and wife.

She imagined countless scenes of meeting with the leading role group, and countless times of traveling alone. The difficulty she might encounter along the way was that she never thought that she would meet with the leading role group as soon as she got into the dreamland.

.... What a perfunctory way to wear books.

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