Lie Huo Jiao Chou

The witch clan is not a fighting nation, and the clan's personality is relatively peaceful-just look at the "mantras" dug by other talents from other people's graves.

Almost all of their curses have corresponding solutions, and after they are solved, there are no sequelae. This is not easy. It is as simple as strangling the dead, but it is difficult to save the captives. If it were not the ancient witch ancestors and unknown prophets, a set of spells were specially designed for crooks thousands of years later, it can only be said that these spells they created were only for self-protection. Not to mention that the two children were not exposed to any curse.

The "curse" that Sheng Lingyuan brought along was basically a prank play among the bear children in the clan. The two teenagers were forced to hide in Tibet to keep the brutal monsters from hunting.

On the way, the village Guo Depression, wherever crows gather, there must be corpses with short heads and short legs.

Alozin felt that the tears were too weak, worthless, and even less worthy of the girl's life, but he couldn't help, so he was staring hard at the back of Sheng Lingyuan all the way, trying to stare back at the tears. He saw blood that he hadn't seen in his lifetime, witnessed worse than that, and he had fierce liver and gallbladder. His fear became the fuel of anger, anger at the vicious world, and anger at his weakness.

But Xuanyuan wasn't eight-year-old Alozin. He watched for a while, and asked carefully.

"I ask a question that is not respectful, Your Majesty, is your memory real?"

Sheng Lingyuan's gaze was still staring at the two distant teenagers, his ears were biased towards him-why is this remark?

"You said just now that it was the demon king who ordered to kill you. The demon clan also knew that you had hid into the witch's territory. The witch was very difficult to deal with, right?" Xuan Yuan said, "There is a very important The target-you, a group of very difficult opponents-the witch, I think normal decision makers will send the most reliable people to execute. The three monsters who chase you into the witch people, I recently I find that my history is not good, I don't know what the concept of "big demon" is, but you said that the twelve guards around you died on the road of escape, it must be very powerful. Although both of you are big brothers, you added I was under a legal age to marry and took a bottle of mischievous spells, so I managed to escape? I feel a bit unreasonable. "

Sheng Lingyuan paused and looked back from a few steps away, meaning he looked at him unclearly: "What do you mean?"

Xuan Ye was wearing a "beggar suit" with burnt rags, jeans legs clasped, and a lot of mud, like a non-mainstream punk young man, "you" in a mouthful, with a respectful tone, but the content was sharp and ruthless .

"Of course, I just raised a point of doubt," Xuan Yuan smiled, looked back at Sheng Lingyuan without escaping, nonsense nonsense, "Maybe it was the big demon who just broke their stomach that day, or just happened to be Allergic to the Witch Tribe or something. "

Sheng Lingyuan asked: "You say you are the patriarch?"

Xuan Yuan shrugged: "Oh, yeah, it's supposed to be out of my turn, isn't this a‘ fell in the house ’?”

Sheng Lingyuan nodded absently, thinking, "This little devil has a cold face, a thief's heart is broken in a stomach, and he has burned out on the wings when he has a light."

pretty good.

People who are too hot don't grow up, and like Arozin, there is nothing to end.

Sheng Lingyuan asked, "Did my teacher leave a name in the history of youth?"

"Stay, it's remarkable," Xuan Yuan said, "I've carried it back when I was a kid, 'Di Shi Dan leaves, like a good girl, does not eat the valley, and has nothing to do with the emperor. Thought it was the same, for another five years ... '"

Beheaded in the city.

The last sentence was originally a test site. When Xuan Yuan almost blurted out, he suddenly saw Sheng Lingyuan's eyes. His eyes were dark and silent, and the light reflected in them all resembled the firelight reflected on the ice, which seemed to be stinging. The words "Beheading in the City" stood up from the text, and walked heartily.

Xuan Yuan came back to God suddenly, swallowed these four words, and forcibly turned his voice: "Ah ... that, then, just say the word 'face if a good girl' in history books, this ip I can watch it for another five hundred years. I have watched several TV shows, and married several rooms of Mari Su. I saw that I was strung in the end, and I did n’t know who he was.

"What chop?" Sheng Lingyuan heard his head full of fog, seeing Xuan Yuan's lack of formality, and knew that it was not serious. "He was not married for life, only a confidante who was with him, the woman's girlfriend named me It's inconvenient to say behind it, but don't call that ... what is Su. Wait, do you all like to arrange such things for the ancients? "

When Sheng Lingyuan said this, he couldn't stop talking, and his face suddenly felt a little overwhelming. Xuan Yuan was blessed to his heart instantly, and he knew what he was hesitating.

Sheng Lingyuan's eyes jumped, his expression was even stranger.

"Because the history books say that you ... are more mighty."

Like King Tota, cut people like cut melon.

"His ... being upright can block the scandal."

The girl ’s heart is paralyzed at the sight of your portrait, and she ca n’t jump.

"You ..." Sheng Lingyuan stuck his shell infrequently, and was speechless for a while, then shook his head helplessly, "Jing, thank you for your mercy."

With this smile, his eyes were bent, and the ice inside was completely broken. When he mentioned the teacher who was cut off by himself, he calmly talked with his senior high school class teacher after a meal. The authenticity of the history books-Since Emperor Wu did not have a face full of beasts and beards, then ... whether the rumors of "killing relatives" were also compiled by posterity for the sake of publicity?

"What kind of person is that?"

Sheng Lingyuan narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance. After listening to this question, the smile at the corner of his eye suddenly flattened.

After a while, he said almost word by word: "It was amazing, Wen Tao Wu Lue, I grew up with him from a young age, he taught it by one hand. Many years after his death, the folks still gave him At the ancestral hall, the people regarded him as a god, and I was banned. They dared to engraving and depicting the Dan Li people, treating them as rebellions, and barking the tribe. "

The wind in the valley was dark and giddy, and it was a shock.

Sheng Lingyuan stood with his hands in his hands, his gaze turned to the distant valley, where it began to collapse, which showed that his memory was slipping to a darker place: "If I had guessed right, he should have been nearby, and he would not let me die. . "

Xuan Yuan was startled and forgot the honorific: "You mean ..."

"I thought I was a desperate one, and I was chased to the witch clan with twelve guards who died for me. In fact, all the dangers were carefully designed." Sheng Lingyuan said, "There is no coincidence in the world. thing."

The world collapsed to their feet, Xuan Yuan grabbed Sheng Lingyuan and fell to a deeper place. He was quite talented in conspiracy and deception, and when he heard this, the outline of the whole event had floated into his heart.

Although the human race has a much larger population than the demons, they have no core fighting power. The monks in the tribe do not know how many years they need to cultivate. In addition to the magic weapon, they can barely fight against the demons. Ordinary people have basically nothing but slaughter. The little monster can kill the whole village like a joke.

At that time, the capital was overthrown, the royal family was sparse, and the dragons were headless. All the people's hopes were pinned on an empty prediction, and the protagonist was a child in his early ten years. Their only chance is to get as much help as possible, and the witch tribe is vital.

Power is one aspect, and because of the witch tribe's curse, ordinary people can also use it.

The only problem is that although the witch people are friendly, they never go out of Dongchuan. Their temperament was indifferent, and there was no contention. At that time, the senior officials of Ping Emperor Ho Lu could not move them, let alone the bereaved dogs of the country.

In Dongchuan, there are mountains, heavens, and a large array of witches. They are isolated from the world. No matter how fierce and fierce they are, they "hidden into a small building and unified them." Why did they come out to swim in muddy waters?

Intimidation and temptation will not work. It can only take the third path-the young prince is ten years old, a weak child, and a dead end. No matter how the witch people are human, it is impossible to see death.

As long as the child set foot on the Witch Hill, the Witch tribe was pulled into the Terran camp with one foot.

The big men have only interests in their eyes, but teenagers still have true feelings. The true feelings in troubled times are rare.

It turns out that all the passages in the history books have every intention.

Arozin chose the back he wanted to follow, and he has since become a person.

The young generation of the witch people take him as the core, and they can no longer be as calm as their ancestors. They are natural and eager to leave their names in the heavens and the earth.

Six years later, the human race finally "seeks" the little prince they "lost" for many years and sends someone to welcome him back.

Arozin had a quarrel with his father, leaving the rebellious young people in desperation to rush to a big dream that calmed the world.

Xuan Yuan flashed a lot of messy clips in front of his eyes, which were not so good, they should be very difficult at first.

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old Sheng Lingyuan formally succeeded to his throne. At that time, he had grown up like an adult. Except that he was too bitter and thinner, his facial features and size were actually no different from those of the man in front of him. Not at all like the same person.

The young boy is always exhausted. Unless he sees a person, his face may not be cleaned. He seems to be able to stand and fall asleep with a sword at any time and place. A ring of fluff just grew on his lips. The perfect knife was scratched casually, and when I couldn't remember it, it was pulled down, and it is no wonder that a portrait like Yasha was left behind.

But when he opened his eyes, there was light in those eyes, wedged in the wind and rock like a rock, and those eyes would attract people to follow.

Xuan Yuan asked: "But why is Aluojin such an unreliable rebellious boy, who has taken over the patriarch so early?"

As soon as his words fell, the two fell on the ground.

"Ah ... good question," Sheng Lingyuan said softly.

"Let's go! Let go of me!" Alozin's eyes were blood-red, and three or four of the young witches didn't hold it, and he rushed out.

"Patriarch, don't be impulsive!"

As soon as Alozin rushed out of the tent, a fast horse suddenly braked in front of him. The horse stopped too quickly, his front legs were raised high, and he almost threw off the person on his back.

The knight on horseback was a young human emperor with a bandage on his chest and a little blood oozing. He jumped a little when he jumped down, and held the horse to his knees.

At the sight of Alozin, the red silk in his eyes seemed to drip blood and squeezed out a difficult sentence: "Brother, they talk nonsense ... isn't it?"

Sheng Lingyuan's blue lips moved and no sound was heard.

"They're bullshit! They don't look good to me, they make up lies to lie to me! Don't they?"

Sheng Lingyuan bowed his head tremblingly, and Junxiu's face seemed to be cut by sharp pain. He took a breath, clenched his teeth, and said dumbly, "Half a month ago, the letter you sent back to the tribe passed through western Sichuan ... by flying squirrels. The clan was intercepted, the messenger was made into human flesh, and sent to the clan, the clan chief ... the clan chief did not check for a moment ... Alocin! "

Arozin shook and knelt down.

Thousands of years later, the old ghost Sheng Lingyuan extended his hand at the same time as the young emperor of the year, one gently pressed the top of Alozin's head, and one shivered over the back of the boy's head.

"That day was Chinese New Year," Sheng Lingyuan said to Xuan Yuan. "The New Year of the Witch tribe is actually not this day, but they are curious and lively, so they drank with them. There was nothing fun in the army. After three trips, wrestling The contestants were tired, and some people started to sing and sing. A little brother sang his hometown minor and cried while singing because his parents and brothers had died in the war and he was homeless. Alozin heard nothing for a long time. When I went back at night, I wrote a family letter for the first time, and asked the most trusted person to quietly return it to the clan ... Even I kept it hidden, and I learned after the incident that he didn't want me to think he was weak. "

Xuan Yuan asked, "Who is this so-called most trusted person?"

Sheng Lingyuan sighed and folded his hands back into the sleeves of the hay robe: "You guessed it."

Alozin ran away with Sheng Lingyuan with his tribe, but he would n’t even speak the official language of the human race. The first time he went outside, his life habits were very different. Sheng Lingyuan had too many things to take his idea and could not follow him every day. The babysitter, taking care of the witch tribe chief, naturally fell on Dan Li, a meticulous and thoughtful emperor.

"Alozin said that Dan Li had something similar to Dasheng, and he felt kind when he saw him," Sheng Lingyuan said, "so I called him Master along with me."

Xuan Yuan suddenly felt a bit wrong.

"Danli" should be very important, whether positive or negative, but until now, he has not seen this person in Sheng Lingyuan's memory. 2k novel reading network