Chapter 403

Song Ningyu couldn't laugh or cry. He looked at Gong Zilin with a smile and clenched his fingers. Shuanghe, standing on the side, looked at Ouyang Huo nervously and murmured, "Oh, empress Jun, what's your origin? The general has to think of a way..." a person whispered and brushed the dust in his hand, buzzing like a headless fly.

Ouyang Huo's red eyes looked at Mo Qilin coldly. The black blood in his hands slowly dropped on the ground. On the ground, earthworms and other things turned out from the soil. The stench of the whole palace became stronger and stronger. Song Ningyu couldn't help but pinch his nose and frown.

With a wave of the long sword in his hand, he killed Mo Qilin.

Before reaching the body of Mo Qilin, Mo Qilin glanced at Song Ningyu and grabbed the sword with his five fingers in emptiness. With a slight sound, the sword was broken into pieces, leaving only the hilt in Ouyang Huo's hand.

"Man, I'll take you away." Ouyang Huo is not Mo Qilin's opponent, but a move. Song Ningyu sees it very clearly. Their fingers are clenched more and more tightly. Both of them are sore, but they still don't let go.

"Give me the antidote." Ouyang Huo kicked up the long gun on the ground and locked it at the king's throat. The king was very frightened. He quickly touched out a pile of small bottles from his pocket. His face was so scared that he hurriedly said: "I'll take it now. You, take it away first, in case it flashes..."

Ouyang Huo's eyes were cold. The long gun in his hand rubbed his neck. The black blood on his neck gave off a strong fishy smell. Even Gong Zilin couldn't help pinching his nose and frowning.

There was a strong stench in the air. The imperial concubine vomited several times and fainted. Shuanghe sent people back to Ziwei palace. The man Wang touched a light green bottle.

"Well, it's on the ground. You, you and I gave you everything. You let him go!" hum, if you let him go today, he will make a comeback in the future! The king of man lowered his fierce light in his eyes, and his whole body was blown up without a good place. He had to say that Ouyang Huo could only pick up a bargain this time, thanks to the power of that shot.

The three kings were not weak, but lost to the light enemy.

With a wave of his hand, Mo Qilin, carrying a king on his back, shot away into the air. Mo Qilin's big chair slowly turned around, turned his back to song Ningyu and said coldly, "the moon is in the middle of the sky, round and big. I don't know if there is a moon tonight."

There was a moment of silence in the imperial palace. Ouyang Huo, holding the long gun in his hand, looked at Song Ningyu in a daze. His red eyes returned to black at the moment he saw song Ningyu. Has this man ever been possessed by magic in his practice? Otherwise, how can there be two colors?

Shuanghe trembled and held the green bottle in Ouyang Huo's hand. Holding his breath, Shuanghe poured the liquid in the bottle on the ground. The earth began to show strong vitality. Flowers and plants came out from the dead animals. All the dead bodies and decay were covered by the rapidly growing flowers and plants.

It was the other shore flower. A lot of fiery red other shore flowers came out from under the soil of the corpse.

Ouyang Huo stepped forward a few steps, took song Ningyu into his arms, and whispered: "love imperial concubine, you can only stay by your side. No matter what, you must stay by your side."

Song Ningyu wants to loosen Gong Zilin's hand, but their fingers are tightly clasped together. Gong Zilin stands beside her, expressionless.

The withered trees are in full bloom, and the spring forest is in full bloom. Maybe that's what it means. At the first moment, there is a strong stench, and the corpses are full of the palace. At the next moment, flowers and plants are in full bloom. Countless blood like lotus flowers and fire like flowers are full of all corners of Hongmeng palace.

Song Ningyu patted Ouyang Huo's shoulder with cold eyes.

Shuanghe wiped the sweat on his face and cried helplessly, "king, what can we do in this palace!"

Ouyang Huo shouted coldly, "what are you doing? Don't you hurry to put out the fire!"

Song Ningyu was in a state of bewilderment. At this time, the fire was all burnt out. What fire should he put out?

Shuanghe slapped his head and the melon seeds hurried away.

Ouyang fire swept his eyes and his clothes that were badly burned. He reluctantly glanced at the book of rites.

The Shangshu, who had not dared to say anything, was foolish in his place and was frightened back by that look. He hurriedly said, "go back to the king. There will be a good day after seven days. It's a good day to marry."

"Hmm? What day?" song Ningyu looked at the Shangshu suspiciously and blinked his eyes.

"It's Tanabata."

Song Ningyu subconsciously sweeps Gong Zilin's expressionless eyes. There is absolute anger in those eyes. The green tendons are still holding back. He doesn't have a knife to give the result to the Hongmeng monarch!

"Whatever you do, I'm tired and go back to the palace!" song Ningyu, who had no grace at all, yawned lazily, waved his sleeves at the Shangshu and left.

Gong Zilin followed song Ningyu one step behind him. He felt Ouyang Huo's eyes, and the corners of his lips involuntarily and slowly lifted up. Song Ningyu could not go back in the wedding sedan. In the distance, July had led a luxurious empty sedan chair.

Looking at Song Ningyu, who was on a long journey, Ouyang Huo narrowed his eyes, and the disappeared shadow appeared beside Ouyang Huo like a ghost. He whispered, "Lord, the children and women of Liuli palace escaped. My subordinates immediately sent someone to catch up."

Ouyang Huo raised his hand, lowered his eyes and patted the clothes that were so burned that he couldn't see the original. His elegant demeanor was not halved, his back was straight, waved his hand and said softly: "no, Gu knows where they are going. You lead 20000 people to give Gu Ping the skeleton Pirate Group."

The tone was calm, without a trace of emotion and ups and downs. The shadow guard took the order with a sword, turned and disappeared in front of the ancestral hall.

A drizzle was slowly floating in the gray sky. Shuanghe held an umbrella for Ouyang fire. All the umbrellas tended to Ouyang fire.

There was only a solemn palace gate left in front of the ancestral hall. Even the palace wall was destroyed and couldn't bear to look straight at it. In the scorched darkness, the memorial tablet with the words "general Shengwu" could be seen. It was burning in the fire, and the black smoke curled up. The scene of defeat was revealed everywhere. The red flower bank on the lush flowers and plants was as strange as opening in the dark.

Ouyang fire frowned and sighed slightly: "Shuanghe, lonely, is not a qualified emperor, is it?"

Hongmeng has experienced so many dynasties and so many years, but he can only fold so badly in his hand!

Shuanghe dumbly held up his umbrella, muttered at the corners of his lips, thought of countless words in his heart, and finally turned into a slight sigh, which echoed silently in the cool autumn rain.