Chapter 24： Dangerous Psychedelic Array

Sang held his breath far away, slowly turning around.

Behind him, there is only a luxurious and neat jade.

"call--"

She couldn't help laughing, she was really suspicious.

Here is the sky!

In the emperor's palace city, how could something strange come in?

When the thought turned, she was inexplicably stunned-subconsciously, she did not feel that the breath that made her uneasy was lifeless.

Because she was subconsciously repulsive and creepy.

If it was a lifeless, she shouldn't feel like this.

So... what should it be?

She questioned herself.

If You Wuming really trails behind her, sneaking into her house while she dives into the night... what should I do?

She should accompany him with a smile.

Thinking like this, her lips unconsciously raised a faint smile.

Just as her mind was slightly relaxed, another air with a smelly smell flew across her cheeks!

Sang's eyes widened from afar.

The scalp was twitching slightly.

She was pretty sure that there was nothing in front of her.

Although this world is mysterious, even if it is cultivated as the highest female emperor, it is only a strong man in the nineth heaven of Lingyao Realm, and there is no ability to fly invisible.

As for things like ghosts... like her previous world, there are always people who say they have seen them, but in fact no one can give evidence of the real existence of this thing.

She settled down and slowly stood up, walked to the edge of an ying candle beside the jade couch, picked up a slender gold sign and dialed the candle flower.

The hall is brighter.

She walked slowly towards the hall gate.

No obstacles were encountered. She calmed her heartbeat, her face as usual, and even stayed a moment when her fingertips fell on the door.

When she was sure that the ‘thing’ in the temple would not prevent her from leaving, she slowly opened the door.

His sight cast forward, and he suddenly froze in place.

Outside the hall, it should have been a tenth-grade white jade stage, with a spacious vestibule beneath it, planted with Minggui.

However, what appeared to her at the moment was a dense black forest. The earth was full of rotten smell. Several tombstones were crooked on the strangely uplifted earthen bags. It was not a good thing to look at.

She looked down, and the black soil with a rancid smell actually spread to the threshold.

Another stream of air hit itself and landed on her neck.

Sang closed the door of the temple far and calmly and turned to himself: "It's not too late to disturb my father and brother... Anise's fennel, how many ways to write it?"

She clearly felt that, not far away, someone seemed to choke heavily.

Under the wide and luxurious white robe, her legs were actually shaking.

She knew that she shouldn't panic at such times. Self-disruption is a dead end.

There are only two possibilities for this situation.

One is ghost.

The second is the psychedelic array.

Either way, it is impossible for someone to call for help, and it will only frighten the snake.

She took two deep breaths and slowly crawled back to the jade couch, knees on one plate, but actually went to practice.

At this time, the mood is chaotic, it is impossible to settle in.

What she needs is not fixed.

As long as she can feel the spiritual essence a little.

Soon, looming small blue light particles gathered together.

This time, she'looked' clearly. A blue human figure dangled around her, and from time to time she put her face in front of her.

Although the facial features can't be seen, just looking at this action form, I know that it is extremely lascivious. Slender bamboo rod-like figure, Sang had only seen it a long time ago.

There was another gust of wind.

Ghost sniffed her neck and straightened her body, as if enjoying the taste of dessert before dinner.

Sang was far from moving, and said softly: "Jiang Jinzhen."

I saw the ghost shaking violently, as if frightened.

Sang Yuan must be in his heart.

The old waiter once said that only the Jiang family can stay in these palaces. The monastery that housed her, must live in the junior of Jiang family on weekdays.

It's not unusual for a wine-like man like Jiang Jinzhen to get some weird moths in a habitual place.

Hold on...

Just when the ghost thought that he had been seen through Sang far, he heard her quietly muttering: "I don't know if this Jiang Jinzhen really wants to marry me. After all, I am a person who has left, and it may not be easy to remarry."

"After the settlement, if he was born to beg, he wouldn't have to consider it. After all, Jiang's family is the emperor's mother... This time the father has committed something. If he can get close to the Jiang's family, I'm afraid it can slightly dispel the emperor's thunder and anger. ."

She saw Ghost's shoulders undulating greatly, and she looked very excited.

There was coldness in her heart, but her face was still sorrowful.

Although Jiang Jinzhen is a playboy, he has been practicing since childhood. If she remembers correctly, he should be a spiritual master with a double or two heavens. She can't beat it at all.

In addition, I don’t know what strange formation was set by him. Once she opened her eyes, she could not capture his trace at all.

So she deliberately painted a cake for him, let him look longer, in order to be able to hold the beauty back in the future, today she will honestly retreat, don't think about anything else.

She still closed her eyes, her hands hidden under her wide sleeves, and squeezed the golden candlestick she had just hidden.

The ghost started to tremble.

As if laughing.

"Think beautiful..." A twisted voice floated out.

Sang Yuan's heart was cold.

"If Jiang Jinzhen was really married to you, then I would have no hope at all! I didn't expect that Sang Wangnu had eyes and no pearls. Even Jiang Jinzhen's waste was worth it!"

Sang took a cool breath from afar, and felt bad. She pretended to be stunned and muttered to herself: "What, what voice..."

"To kill you, everyone would only think that Jiang Jin really did it! The place of the son of the world is mine!"

It's Jiang Jinzhen's younger brother Jiang Jinpeng!

Jiang Jiangzhen's second son Jiang Jiangzhen followed behind Jiang Jinzhen.

Sang Yuan scolded Ju Niang hard in his heart. This person's sense of existence is really too low, following Jiang Jinzhen, only to promise that everyone will ignore him unconsciously!

Unexpectedly, it was a very idea.

Therefore, no matter what she said or did tonight, there will be no change in the results. Jiang Jinpeng, this is the spirit of slaying the blame!

The ghost passed through the blue Mu Lingyun light particles and rushed straight at her.

Sang was tight all over, his fingernails pinched into his palms, and he squeezed the gold candlestick.

She had all her energy.

Just when the ghost came to her with a fishy wind and wanted to push her down into the jade couch, Sang raised his hand far and sharply according to the position of the other person's eyes and pierced it!

"Poof."

After a moment of weird silence, the heart-wrenching howling sounded throughout the hall.

A whitish line of blood appeared in mid-air, the gold sign hanging in the air, Sang retracted his body far away, and fled from the man behind the candlestick.

Although the monk practiced his body, he also had a door. When undefended, the eyes are the biggest weakness. Jiang Jinpeng accounted that she could not see him, and there was no defense at all.

She quickly took another gold pick and held it in her palm. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, and her nerves were extremely tight.

Such screams did not attract the attention of others. Like what she guessed, this psychedelic array was absolutely soundproof.

I saw that the figure grabbed a raincoat-like transparent covering from his body, panting, and pulled out the gold **** that plunged into his eyes, staring at her fiercely with one eye.

It is Jiang Jinpeng.

"Okay... dare to play me... good..."

"Jiang Jinpeng, please calm down." Sang Yuan's voice sounded lightly. "You have hurt your eyes, you can't blame Jiang Jinzhen anymore, it's better to withdraw the psychedelic array. I promise not to pursue the matter tonight, how?"

Jiang Jinzhen's face was crooked and twitched frantically, without a word, and strode far towards Sang.

Sang looked at him from afar, and knew that this man was about to break the jar.

In the half-faced blood stain, Jiang Jinpeng's grinning is terrifying: "What if the eyes are hurt, no one will care about me at all, even if my two eyes are broken, as long as I don't say, no one will notice! No matter how hard I try, no one can ever see it!"

"Ha, hahaha, but what about Jiang Jinzhen? He has done all the bad things and can easily get the position of a son, so many people hold him!"

"Even this emperor palace is also his happy place! He set up this maze and secret way, I don't know how many tricks to die here! My beloved Xiaoyu Shu, she died so badly!"

In those eyes, blood and tears shed together.

"Yes, I have no choice but to take Jiang Jinzhen, but I can borrow a knife to kill someone... Ha ha ha, when you die, your aunt will strictly investigate, check, it's all Jiang Jinzhen's thing! Ha, ha ha ha ha!"

He waved his arms, the wind beneath his feet, jumped to Sang far away, easily twisted her.

The strength gap is too big!

He pinched her to the ground, restrained her, pinched her neck in one hand, and held her fist in the other, hitting her head heavily.

She stubbornly raised her hand to block his fist.

The back of the hand hit the forehead, and there was a dull pain in the palm.

She quietly clenched the gold sign hidden in the other sleeve, biting the tip of her tongue to keep awake, ready to take a hard punch, and then act dizzy, and when he was most lax, give him a fatal blow!

Just try your best to pierce the carotid artery...

Her eyes seemed weak and loose, but her mind was all focused on the fatal weakness of the other party.

Jiang Jinpeng once again raised his iron fist.

When he was about to smash the beautiful and fragile head in front of him, his movements suddenly stagnate. He widened his eyes and slowly looked down.

I saw a huge black knife pressed against the side of his neck, the icy cold blade close to his skin, the ghostly figure behind him gently approached, and exhaled gently beside his ear.

"Let's go."

Jiang Jinpeng gasped loudly.

Crazy mind, sober for a moment.

This black knife is really too recognizable, plus that murky voice, I don't want to recognize it.

Jiang Jinpeng is like falling into the ice cave. It's that person! That man, how could he be here! how is this possible!

Jiang Jinpeng shuddered, loosing Sang Yuan in a hurry, forced by the knife, and slowly stood upright, then trembling like a spotted quail, trembling in place, not even breathless , With a blushing face.

The blade turned half an arc against his neck elegantly. The man in black slowly walked out from behind him, pulled down his hood, his eyes slightly slanted, and the corners of his lips evoked a gentle arc.

"Really good."