Chapter 497

Yue Zitong's nervous tension almost broke. He could no longer suppress the extreme fear in his heart. When he opened his mouth, he would scream bitterly.

A slender, strong, cold hand, pinched her neck, so that she could no longer pronounce a syllable.

Her left hand to break that hand, right fist hard hit out at the same time, right foot also quickly up.

At this moment, she can still make these counterattack actions, which is enough to prove that in the past six years of working as an agent in Guoan, she didn't just muddle around and really learned some real skills.

Her fist, hit on a soft thing, should be a palm.

She quickly lifted her right foot, but kicked it empty.

It's like there's nothing in front of her, but there's a hand pinching her neck.

Yue Zitong broke the hand with both hands and kicked it to the left and right with the help of his feet.

Just now, she thought that the thing holding her neck was slanting.

So now, how about kicking your feet from left to right?

Yue Zitong doesn't believe it. It can hide.

That thing didn't hide, and Yue Zitong didn't kick it either - it was empty under her hands, only something like hair slipped through her ankles.

Hang the ghost!

Suddenly, Yue Zitong thought of this thing.

In many horror novels, it has been mentioned that an alternative Hanging Ghost, when it comes out to harm people, is upside down suspended in the air, hair down, dancing in the wind.

If it wasn't for the hanged ghost, how could Yue Zitong's two kicks only touch the drooping hair?

Her courage to resist collapsed in an instant, and her heart uttered a shrill scream. When she was about to faint, she seemed to see a white light, faster than the speed of lightning, shooting out from her bedroom door.

That should be the illusory white light. When it came, Yue Zitong had an illusion in front of his eyes.

In the white light, there is an ethereal woman drawn into a long line.

Dressed in white, with long hair and mouth wide open, he seemed to roar.

what is it?

When the idea was finally transmitted to the cerebral cortex by the visual nerve, prompting her to have this question, she seemed to see the face pulled into a line.

Very familiar face.

But without waiting for Yue Zitong to recall who this face was, all her consciousness quickly sank into the dark abyss.

As if, a woman's stuffy hum came from her ear.

Then, the whole world is quiet, only her whereabouts in the dark.

The lower she falls, the slower she goes.

She wanted to find out what was going on, but her mind didn't listen to her command, just wanted to rest.

The real scene just now caused unprecedented tension to her brain. She finally stopped running after no longer having to accept the shock of extreme horror.

Yue Zitong, who had no thoughts, gradually calmed down.

Her falling body also began to fall horizontally, just like the leaves falling from the top of the tree, which were blown by the wind from nowhere, and fluttered to the bright place.

The light is getting brighter and brighter. There's a nice smell of fresh flowers. It's very pleasant to take a sip from the light.

She saw the blue sky.

We also saw the white clouds.

There are vast grasslands, countless cattle, horses and sheep, running happily.

Horsemen riding steeds are all dressed up as nomads in ancient times. They are waving long whip in their hands, beating foals who are trying to get out of the line, and hunting dogs with long hair barking and following their masters.

Blue sky, around her.

White clouds, on her waist.

The prairie, at her feet.

Where am I?

How can you float in the air, white clothes floating, like a fairy?

Yue Zitong's brain, which was on strike because of extreme horror, ran slowly like an engine with oil, which made her have these questions.

No one answered her.

But when the riders saw her, they rolled down and raised their hands to the ground.

The standard five body devotion is the most solemn etiquette of nomads.

She wanted to ask those people why they knelt down to her.

But she can't help but, with the pleasant breeze, slowly across a river.

On the grass on this side of the river, there is a camp stretching for miles. There are countless tents, which are not much bigger than matchboxes. Teams of knights in the same ancient costumes circle around the outside of the camp repeatedly.

In the middle of the camp, there is a large tent with an area of 500 square meters.

Eighteen Samurai with curved swords in their waist and crotch are standing on both sides of the gate of the tent without squinting.

In the open space in front of the gate of the big tent, there stands a flagpole several meters high. The spindle of the flagpole is gold, and there is a nine foot white flag hanging on it.

In front of the flagpole, there is a huge wooden platform, more than three meters high.

After seeing the tent and the nine legged white flag on the flagpole, Yue Zitong thought of the ancient movie and TV series he had seen on TV - this tent, which only the nomadic Khan or kedun could live in.

Light fluttering, Yue Zitong slowly fell on the high platform.

She was surprised and at a loss. She couldn't understand what was going on.

Just when she didn't know what to do, there was a thunder like horn, suddenly from several directions, sounded at the same time.

Woo, woo!

Countless riders on horses quickly gathered in front of the high platform from all directions, and the horses' hooves were flying and the dust was rolling.

The main door of the tent opened, and some old men with gorgeous clothes and white beards, surrounded by a young man in black dragon robes, came out from inside.

Yue Zitong looks back.

Only one look, Jiao body suddenly a shock, lost his voice and cried: "Li Nanfang, how are you!"

Li Nanfang did not answer, and the voice of thousands of people rose from the ground: "a royal highness of the Sui Sui princess. Meet Anping kedun

What is the royal highness of the great Sui princess?

What is anpingkedun?

Yue Zitong looked at it in a dazed way, and saw that the Knights gathered from all sides just now, all knees on one knee, knees on the left hand, the horse's arms on the right hand, and the head hung down again. "A certain department, you can see the royal highness of the great Sui princess, and you can see Anping Ke Deng!"

"Li Nanfang, tell me, what's going on?"

At a loss, Yue Zitong leaned against a person when he retreated subconsciously.

Li Nanfang, wearing a black rolling Dragon Robe and a nine bead glazed crown, held her shoulder in both hands and said softly, "you are my princess of the Sui Dynasty, their Anping kedun."

"What? I am kaihuang, kaihuang - you, you are Yang Guang! "

Just about to say that he is the boss of kaihuang group, when Yue Zitong said "kaihuang", he did not know why, but suddenly said that Li Nanfang was Yang Guang.

Li Nanfang frowned, and his amiable expression was restrained. He said coldly, "bold. My name is taboo, and you can call it whatever you like? "

"How did you become Yang Guang, how did you become Yang Guang, how did you --"

Yue Zitong didn't care about Li NanFang's cold face at all. He grabbed his chest clothes and kept asking this sentence.

"Shut up

Li Nanfang was so angry that he suddenly raised his hand.

Scared Yue Zitong, instinctively closed his eyes, waiting for the slap to fall.

After waiting for a long time, she didn't slap her hands down. She opened her eyes full of doubts and saw the dawn outside the living room.

Li Nanfang, thousands of knights, invisible company camp and so on, all of a sudden disappeared, only the cool morning wind under the dawn, with dew moisture, blowing slowly from the half open door outside the living room.

Let her subconscious hands under the arm, only to find that they are lying on the floor.

It's just dawn. It should be more than five in the morning.

If it was midsummer, it would have been bright after five o'clock.

What she saw and experienced just now is just a dream.

She did not become the royal highness of the Sui Sui princess, Anping Ke Deng, who stood on the high platform and accepted thousands of visits.

Li Nanfang is not Yang Guang in Black Dragon Robe either - she is Yue Zitong, and he is Li Nanfang.

Just, how can she suddenly have such a strange dream?

Recently, I've seen many ancient costume TV dramas in Sui and Tang Dynasties?

How can you lie on the cold floor of the living room without sleeping in a comfortable big bed?

Blinking, Yue Zitong was about to turn over and climb up. She fainted from her previous memory and poured in like a flood. In an instant, she thought of a lot of things.

Li Nanfang and other women indulged in excessive lust when they were fooling around in the wild mountains, resulting in a stroke and high fever.

Helan Xiaoxin not only saw through her "conspiracy", but also threatened and molested her in front of the hall of the inpatient department.

She is very afraid of home, aware of a lot of things wrong in the living room, as expected met a cold thing.

That thing, it should be a face.

This face is hanging upside down behind the door.

After thinking of this, Yue Zitong subconsciously looked at the top of the door. There was no rope on it, but her short dagger fell on the threshold.

Isn't that a hanging ghost?

Yue Zitong shivered again and quickly got up from the ground. He ran to the door and turned on the light.

She turned on all the lights.

In the living room, it was as bright as day.

After picking up the dagger on the ground and taking a deep breath, Yue Zitong walked out of the living room slowly.

Outside in the early morning, there was no movement. In the distance, there was only a faint outline.

There's nothing unusual. Last night's thriller didn't happen.

But, why does neck ache so?

Yue Zitong turned and ran into the bathroom, raised his chin and looked at himself in the mirror.

There is an obvious blue black pinch mark in the slender white neck.

She pinched her lower thigh with the inside, and almost cried out in pain. The pinch mark did not disappear, which proved that she was not dreaming. Last night, she was pinched by something that did not know whether it was a hanged ghost.

Just as she was about to faint, a white light faster than lightning shot out of her bedroom.

Before she fainted, she seemed to hear a woman's groan.

It's not her voice, it's just something.

Female ghost?

After thinking of this word, Yue Zitong suddenly tightens his nerves, turns around, runs out of the bathroom, and rushes to the stairs. It seems that he has thought of something urgent and has not done it yet.

Kick open the bedroom door, hand a short dagger horizontal row, opened the switch.

The bedroom is also on, there is no movement, keep the appearance of leaving yesterday morning, no one came.

After throwing the dagger on the bedside table, Yue Zitong went to the dressing table, grasped the dressing mirror with both hands, and lifted it with a little force.

Originally with the dresser is one of the mirror, she pulled down, flat on the table, looking down.

On the back of the mirror, there is a small red cloth bag, which is firmly adhered to by transparent adhesive tape.

Tear off the tape and pour the things in the bag into the palm of your hand.

There is an antique jade pendant in the palm of fennen.

Xuanyuanyu.