Lord Seventh

Chapter Thirty Bloody Nights ...

The carriage turned only one street. The driver drove the car very slowly. Suddenly, there was a cold on his neck, and the driver was excited. A cold dagger was already on his neck. A man said softly behind him: "Stop the car."

The coachman did not dare to stop, tremblingly parked the car on the roadside, daggered his neck against his skin and made a circle around his neck. He kicked him off the car with a smile, and before he was struggling, several figures rushed at once, pressed him, and blocked his mouth.

Jing Qi played with a dagger in his hand, looked at the driver, and said to some of the guards who followed him: "Brother Zishu has found out which way he will take us today. It is useless to keep him and kill Save trouble. "

A guard stepped forward and pulled out his waist knife. The driver immediately strove to work hard, not knowing whether it was intentional or coincidental. The stuff in his mouth was struck away by such a struggle, and the driver wailed, "The king is forgiving, the young is just the woman who paid for it, what? I don't know ... Lord Wang spares his life! "

The guard stopped and looked at Jingqi like a sign.

Jing Qi shook his sleeve impatiently: "Who is it? You ca n’t drink too much when you are the king? Then Su Qingye is Helian Er. She is now ventilating and reporting to kill us and can make money for employment Such a rough thing? Do it, don't let him sting, it will be annoying to listen to. "

The coachman said busyly: "The prince has misunderstood. The villain is really not the second prince. The villain was originally a priest with a view of imagination, and it was the Lord Witch who asked me to do this ..."

"I just said it was a woman. I don't have a word of truth. Why are you still talking? My king is farting ?! Chop it!"

The coachman said in a very quick voice: "The black witch leader is also a woman ... Ah, ah, lord, slay, lord, slay!"

Wuxi was a little surprised. He had never seen this mysterious black witch leader, and he waved, "Listen to him first, do you say that the black witch leader is a woman?"

The guard's waist-knife hangs less than a palm above his head, and the driver is scared to urinate his pants, and busyly said, "Yes, yes ... the Lord Black Witch questioned His Royal Highness, and the younger one listened to them secretly and said, Doubt The second prince put them under house arrest because he was afraid they would cause trouble, and he was implicated in him. He also said that His Royal Highness would surely kill them in the future. Then the Dark Lord came up with a plan, under the name of His Royal Highness, called The younger deceived the green girl, and asked her to closely monitor the whereabouts of the prince and the witch child, and then they could kill the two without saying goodbye, so that Her Royal Highness could not be found ... "

"Kill me ... guys?" Wuxi narrowed his eyes.

Jing Qi gave a light whisper, and "think of a plan", this black witch is really a rural killer from the countryside. They didn't work, and He Lian Er dreamed of immortality that day and night, and he was so tempted to touch them. I'm afraid this time I'm going to be embarrassed.

And that Su Qingying, really has a long face.

"Yeah ... yeah, the black witch maiden told the young girl, I must let you get in my car, and then take you to the road outside Cheng Wumen, using the whip three times as a secret sign, They rushed together and said ... This time they went to the nest, and even Lao Tzu could not hide, and fled at night after killing people. "

Jing Qi and Wuxi glanced at each other, Jing Qi took a deep breath, stroked his forehead, and laughed: "Really ... people are not as good as heaven, oh, I knew this already, I wouldn't let you go all the way Looking for Helian Zhao ... "

The coachman looked at them sternly: "Wang Wangwang ... Lord Wang, villain me ..."

Jing Qi tilted his head and glanced at him: "What are you? As soon as the king is frightened, you say everything, and now of course the king is about to die."

He winked at the guards, and immediately someone blocked the driver's mouth again, and slashed ...

Jing Qi didn't look at the rotten meat on the ground, and smiled at Wuxi: "Witch boy, are you ready to fight?"

Wuxi had pulled out the hook and smiled coldly, without words.

After a while, the samurai of Wutong Mansion were brought together by Ai Lai. Jing Qi left a few guards to Wuxi and took his own peace and went back another way.

After all, it's a matter for the people of the southern Xinjiang. With Wuxi's self-esteem, it's enough for him to step in here.

The black witch had been dormant for a long time, and the dew on the autumn night condensed in the air. It was as cold as biting, but they waited motionlessly as if they could not feel it.

I don't know how long it took before the carriage wobbled in the mist of Emperor's confusion. The black witches still did not move lightly. They waited patiently for the carriage to approach, until they saw the familiar look of the driver.

At this moment, the driver raised the whip in his hand and waved three times in the air crisply--

It's time to hunt.

Twenty-three black witches emerged at the same time, and the driver immediately rolled off the carriage and hid in the corner. No one noticed him. The carriage was quickly turned into a hedgehog by poison arrows. The people in the carriage were almost even connected. Before he could make a scream, he went to see the king.

At this time, the twenty-fourth person came out of the darkness and was wrapped in a dark night clothes. However, from the figure, she could still see that she was a woman. She walked over and lifted the curtain of the car. There was a **** breath, and there was only one dead person inside.

The woman's heart was tight, and she felt vaguely that something was wrong. She grabbed the dead man's hair and dragged him out-the assassins almost exclaimed, because the dead man was just the driver who had just got off the car!

If the real driver is dead, who is that face and that person just now? !!

The woman violently let go of the corpse, but unexpectedly the corpse suddenly sat up strangely, and the blood-stained hand clung to the woman's wrist!

Someone cried, "Blood Corpse!"

The woman's hand quickly turned blue-purple. She immediately cut off her hand with a knife. Blood splattered away a few feet away and screamed, "Go!"

Footsteps rang through the empty intersection, and the southern Xinjiang warriors struck from all directions. The weird "carriageman" mingled among the crowd, with a strange and strange smile on his face, as if the skin was only thin The drawing is the same.

Cheng Wumen-the ancestors beheaded the head of the last emperor of the previous dynasty here, Taizong launched a coup and killed his brother. General Xi Zheng, the emperor of the emperor, was suspected of rebelling against the soldiers and deceived him. He and the army were shot dead by random arrows, Zheng Si counted arrows in his body, and he still made dozens of steps, shouting "the world is unkind, and the stunned king mistakes me."

There are nine hundred and eighty-one pieces of bluestone slabs that are three feet long and three feet wide, and there is blood that can not be wiped in each gap.

The victors of the victors, the souls of the losers, this is a life-and-death fight.

The entire emperor was in a dream or carnival.

The woman's blood bleeds all over the ground. She knows that she has nowhere to go. Everyone is dead. Only her is left. Her two hands are broken, one was cut by herself and the other was beaten in a fight. The other person cut it off, and then she watched the half-blooded teenager step towards her step by step, looked down at her, and gently stretched her veil.

Wuxi said, "I didn't expect to be lucky to see Master Black Witch here."

The woman laughed sternly, opened her mouth to speak, but caught Wuxi's neck by surprise. The woman's sharp laughter stopped in vain. Gradually, her eyes began to protrude from her orbits, a pretty face turned blue-purple, her legs twitched and struggled, and a "grid" sound was made in her throat. .

Wuxi said coldly: "I know that the black witch leader has a kind of maggot called" revenge maggot "in his body. When the host is about to die, the maggot will crawl out of his throat, and it will be as fast as lightning and stick to it. The person immediately died of corpse water. The only way to deal with this thing is to pinch the host's throat and let the tapeworm suffocate in it, so ... "

The woman's eyes were wide open, and a stench came out, her chest suddenly melted away, clothes, flesh, and finally exposed the white bones inside, and the white bones were also changing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Wuxi gently let go and let the woman's body fall to the ground, then said, "This way the maggots will end up with the host and become water together."

He wiped the blood off the hooks on his clothes, beckoning to Aha and Alai, saying, "Clean up here and leave no trace."

Someone drove over to another carriage, Wuxi climbed up, suddenly remembered something, looking at Lu Yu, who was posing as a driver. Lu Yu has not recovered from the cruelty and blood of this southern Xinjiang killing, with awe in his eyes.

Wuxi nodded to Lu Yu, and said with a bit of exhaustion: "Thank Zhou Gongzi for me. No matter how he and Wang discussed it, I always owe him a favor, and it will be useful to me in the future, despite speaking."

Lu Yu bent down deeply towards him, only then did he really understand the southern Xinjiang witch boy—what kind of future ruler of this southern Xinjiang is—that is, hundreds of thousands of southern Xinjiang people are close to God in their hearts. The respected object, even if he is in a foreign country, even if he is just a fledgling young man, he should not be underestimated.

The people living in the mountains and forests that cover the sky, if they are friends, are the most loyal friends, if they are #enemy, they are the fiercest enemy.

When Wuxi returned to Wutong Mansion, it was almost dawn, and he had washed away his blood, alcohol, and nasal fat powder, and went to bed to rest, the little snake got out from under his pillow, Beside him intimately, drank his temperature. Maybe it was tired, maybe the lingering worries in his heart were gone, and Wuxi almost fell on the pillow and went to sleep.

He didn't know what to do in the dimness. He stood outside a carved wooden door. Wuxi only felt that the door looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it. He pushed in the door. There was a large bed in the room. The bed curtain was down. There are people sitting side by side.

Wu Xi's throat suddenly tightened, and he slowly walked towards the bed veil, his heart beat faster and faster.

He slowly lifted the bed veil with his hands, and saw that there was a person sitting there, his face was not clear, but he felt very good from his heart. The strange thing was that the man was full of white hair, like a snowdrift, full of bed. Both, he leaned down, gently picked up a strand of hair of the man, and held it in his hand. The man suddenly caught his neck, and some cold lips fell to the tip of his nose, a good smell. Come on.

He felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it. A pan of congee was made in his mind, and he couldn't help but reach out and hug the man's body to suppress him ...

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