Lie Huo Jiao Chou

Sheng Lingyuan's eyes crossed him, and it took him a long time to answer, "No."

At this moment, they were on a small hillside, from the foot of the hill to Banpo. The vegetation was rich, and the small dwellings were intertwined with the mountain road. Mushrooms. This night is at the new moon, and the stars and clouds are like waves. People are in it, and they can't help but follow the quiet and open.

Xuan Ye didn't know if the other party understood what he asked, and he was thinking of changing the wording and asking again, and then Sheng Lingyuan said slowly, "Here ... this place is not ... 'illusion.' that person."

When Sheng Lingyuan first came to this world, his mind was empty, he was full of interest, and he was curious about everything around him. He said once he heard it, he could imitate accents and pauses, no matter what he saw. Will try to understand its principle and use.

But ... the memory came back, it was like an uninvited guest.

Those revived past events were extremely burdensome, and weighed on him with so much weight that he was unable to look around. Sheng Lingyuan was like an ancient sword just unearthed. The cold-bodied sword body touched the air and was quickly oxidized to become rusty, not even the frostblade.

This mandarin sentence doesn't sound like four words, but is as smooth as learning and selling in the Abyss Hospital.

"This is also a curse, one of the seven evil spells of the witch people, called ... Sui." Sheng Lingyuan slowed down his speech, and his face could not be seen clearly in the dim environment, which made him sound almost a bit The heavy twilight, like an old man, pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, "I should be a stand-in on the wall, and the curse is in the blood of the stand-in ... he probably knows I am anxious to nail him back to the coffin. , I was negligent. "

He should have been aware of it, but there was a witch's grave that had disturbed him.

"What exactly is Sui?"

"I saw him and remembered what I would experience again." Sheng Lingyuan said, "If there is a certain thing that has been lingering, I will circle in it repeatedly until I die in it."

Xuan Yuan: "..."

Fortunately for him now, in order to facilitate communication, the news webcast that corrected the pronunciation was not given to him to listen to the terrible brainwashing song.

"You ... hh ... wait a minute, I have to slap it," Xuan Yuan smashed his door with his hands on his hips before breaking through the door of the chalet. What to say, Xuan Ye could not help exhaling in depression, "Today is really a shortage of soldiers and then a mess."

Originally, he only wanted to enforce fishing law against a group of scammers. However, he did not expect that the fish was caught, but the sharks were caught, and he was dragged down to the water.

The contact between Ji Qingchen and Bi Chunsheng did not understand. First, he was dragged into a mass grave somehow. Before he could understand what was going on in this maddening ghost place, a witch patriarch of a corpse popped up in the coffin. The two murmured and exchanged words in Fanban dialect for a long time. I didn't know what corpse experience they shared. Xuan Yuan didn't understand it. Now he was dragged into a magic spell.

So here comes the problem.

The witch clan is Sheng Lingyuan's extinction. Whether that old lover or old enemy is that of Alorjin, Sheng Lingyuan's evil fate, whether it is a curse or a fantasy, is also given to Sheng Lingyuan.

Xuan Yuan: "Does this have anything to do with my dime?"

He was just a poor civil servant who had no clothes to reimburse when he broke his clothes. Why did the two corpses of the corpses kill his suspect first and drag him down?

What did he do wrong?

Is there a flower called "Chiyu" that you don't even know about?

"Also, senior, I'm really embarrassed to say this, but what about it, 'It's not difficult to borrow, and then borrow,' right? Can you give me back my sword first? Isn't it me? I ’m going to have two of them, and I ’ll give them to you, mainly because there ’s really no surplus. ”

"No," Sheng Lingyuan said. He wanted to explain two sentences, but it was limited to the vocabulary of modern Chinese. He couldn't organize the language for a while, so he said apologetically, "That's mine."

Xuan Yuan was shocked. Some people were decent and shameless, so simple and rude!

"I'm sorry," he said. "Who's that? Did I hear something wrong?"

"That's mine ..." Sheng Lingyuan opened his mouth and forgot a word, paused, gave it up completely, changed his accent, "skeleton."

Xuan Yuan: "..."

He still heard it wrong, the language barrier is really a big problem.

"Either you think about the word again? You just said, my sword," Xuan Yuan stretched out his two arms and gestured, "So long, the one that cut people-the sword, is your ... bone? ... left behind after death ... "

Sheng Lingyuan nodded.

"Then what am I?" Xuan Zhengqi smiled. "Is it a handsome, limited-edition urn? If I hadn't born this sword, I would have believed it."

Sheng Xiao's expression was faint and he ignored his rubbish—because he basically didn't understand anything except “unbelief”.

"There are basically two types of weapons, one is the refining process in a special way during cultivation, the other is inheritance from generation to generation, the blood is maintained, and it will not grow in the sky." Sheng Lingyuan thought for a while, coaxing the child patiently He said, "I grow up, that's called a bone."

Xuan Yuan: "..."

That makes sense.

"I jumped out of Abyss that year and left an inexhaustible skeleton after death. Later, Abyss's fire went out. It was probably picked up by your ancestors to exercise into a sword, huh ... it's a good vision. You don't remember Maybe it was too young when I accepted the inheritance in the clan, and I do n’t remember—is it because of the family road? "

Xuan Ye didn't answer, as if all his minds were attracted by the words "jump off Abuchi". When Alotin said this, Xuan Ye didn't understand in the shaman's language, but only caught "Her Majesty" "And" People Emperor ".

In other words, although not like, the "devil head" summoned by this gloomy sacrifice is indeed a human.

In addition to the legendary ancient gods, those who can be called "the emperor" by foreigners, since the ancient times only Emperor Wu Shengsheng Xiao, because he set aside anyway, as a mortal person, to complete the work beyond human power, respectable, but also awesome.

Xuan Ye could not help but stand up straight: "You said just now that you are not the person I want, do you know who I think?"

Sheng Lingyuan replied: "It wasn't what the lamb on the" Iron Chicken "read ... what kind of family."

After hearing his denial, Xuan Ling's back could not help but relax, and the previous psychological construction was done in vain. He couldn't tell for a moment whether he was relieved or a little disappointed.

"Also," he thought, "the gloomy ritual summoned the emperor, which was a bit whimsical."

Besides, the emperor Sheng Xiao painted in the history book is an iron-faced man with a fierce look, five big and three rough, with an image similar to that of the King Tota, which is more in line with the emperor Wu Rong's life.

It's too far away from this little white face who catches whoever catches who.

But he is a human, and his surname "Sheng" should be a royal family.

Xuan Yuan thought: It might be that the emperor died too quickly during the melee, and he changed a lot of temporary workers: "Is your name" Lingyuan "?"

"'Lingyuan' is the nickname given by the teacher, and the name is rarely mentioned. It was not remembered for a while," Sheng Lingyuan paused, "the name was 'Xiao', and he was in office for more than 20 years, except for killing the industry. It is deep, inactive, and unsuccessful, and those false praises should not be mentioned again. "

After just adjusting her mentality, Xuan Xie took a step under her feet and almost knelt down-did the ancients humble when they were modest?

Sheng Lingyuan flicked his sleeves "easily": "No courtesy."

Xuan Yuan: "No, wait, what do you say my sword is ... under the Abyss, what is the summoned by the gloomy sacrifice?"

"It's about my long-time companion, the falling hair, the worn jade, which can be used as a corpse over time and popularity," said Sheng Lingyuan. "Otherwise, no remains can be found in the past. Why do people want to stand? This is a truth. The person who wrote the gloomy sacrifices did not know the inside story, and thought it was wrong. It should be your ancestors who picked up the remains and buried my belongings as a corpse, right? A lot of my stuff. "

After a brief announcement, the usual hippie smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and he slowly said, "Do you know who my ancestor was?"

Sheng Lingyuan didn't seem to see him change his face. He raised his hand and touched Xuanyuan's head: "I once had a Bifang. When I leave, the little bird should also grow up. Are you his descendant? If you do n’t report to the house early, you will know that I will not bully you after the deceased. "

Xuan Yuan's expression flickered slightly, and he didn't make any noise, which was considered the default. He barely avoided his hand, and stood a little stiff.

The people here don't pay attention to the "parents with straight hair and straight hair." They shave their hair very short one by one. The little demon doesn't know what has been thrown on his head, and the hair is unnaturally sticking. difference.

When Sheng Lingyuan touched it, he retracted his hand disgustingly. He was calm on the surface and thought to himself, "He is not a complete party."

At that time, the little Bi Fang around him looked at the majestic, was actually a domestic tit, very timid, never dared to dig out his bones, forged a sword, inserted into the back of the swagger. If you are not wrong, it is likely that after the Abyss fire went out, the Bifang went back to collect the corpse, but did not find his body, so he buried his belongings and talked about him as a sustenance.

Nanminghuo ... Nanminghuo seems to be Suzaku leaving the fire.

Sheng Lingyuan thought of the word "Suzaku" reluctantly, and couldn't help but reached out and pressed his own temple-but the last Suzaku had already lost his soul. Where did the descendants come from?

Even if Suzaku is a demon, Sheng Lingyuan also has to admit that Suzaku is the most divine among the demon.

Sheng Lingyuan always felt that although this little demon looked at the openness and boldness, and was driven by a real fire to drive away the evil town house, he always had a lingering evil spirit.

At this moment, a burst of noise interrupted his thoughts, and there was a commotion in the mountain. Someone shouted in a witch's word: "Here comes!"

Then a group of people held the torch, hurriedly up the mountain, hugged a man, and the man was carrying someone, and long distance called out, "Quick, it hurts so much! Call the sage to come and see!"

The whole family was shocked. Those people ran up the mountain road in full swing. People on both sides lit up the lights. From a distance, the lights climbed up the **** from the foot of the mountain. The sleepy people put on their clothes and probes. Come and see.

The quiet night broke, like a metaphor.

Xuan Yuan: "That's ..."

"It's me," Sheng Lingyuan said softly. "The leader is the old patriarch of that year, and the one on his back is me."

At this time, the sound of cymbals in the trees nearby, Xuan Yuan bowed his head, and saw a small head came out of the trees. It was a child of seven or eight years old, who was too old for dogs, staring at the double grapes. Eyes, with a pigtail, rolled by himself.

Xuan Ye quickly took a big step away—the little cub was clearly the Alojin of the scammer.

At this time, the man carrying the person passed by them, Xuan Yuan saw the boy he was carrying.

The young man had long hands and long feet, and seemed to have not kept up. He was as thin as three tendons against his head, and was wrapped in a large cloak. Only half of his pale face was exposed, and blood ran down him. The fingertips kept flowing down.

In the wooden house at the highest point of Banpo, an old man greeted him and dressed very grandly. Xuan Yuan guessed that he was the "great saint" of the witch tribe, similar to the role of a religious leader, and took the injured teenager with his hands.

The witches whispered, and the little Arozin burrowed into the feet of the adults curiously, and stomped around and asked, "Is that the little prince? Is it true?"

Xuan Yuan couldn't help asking: "Are you injured?"

"Well, before the age of ten, this was commonplace," Sheng Lingyuan stood outside the crowd, looking far away at himself who was embarrassed years ago. "My father died in the battle of Chiyuan, his homeland fell, and the imperial city became a demon capital. In the world of demon behavior, the human race declines, and people want a hope, so somehow, a prophecy is said that the emperor born in a million grudges will carry the blood of his father and brother and destroy the demon himself. I am the demon king He was nailed in his eyes, so he was chased and killed by him from an early age. "

"When I was ten years old, my Master and I were separated and betrayed by the same clan. The three demon chased me to Dongchuan. The twelve guards around me were dead and went to a dead end. They were rescued by the witch."

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