Chapter 297

Jiang chenbi insists that it's Qu Danchen's assassin. The man doesn't intend to admit, "my enemy doesn't have this kind of rubbish." After she said that, she kicked the man on the ground in the chest, and straight kicked people on the screen. There was a loud noise. The boy's voice of fear came from the door, "Sir, what order?"

"Go away." Qu Danchen drank a cold voice, three or two steps forward, for the anger of him is nothing to talk about the demeanor to speak of, a grasp of that person's hair will be the whole person up, "if you don't want to confess, I'll take down your bones one by one, in the whole body before the broken veins, determined not to let you die."

Jiang chenbi felt a shiver. What is the most poisonous woman's heart? She sees clearly is the most poisonous Qu Danchen.

The smell of blood in the room made her frown, but she wasted the delicacies of this table. She had not eaten enough, and some dishes were stained with blood.

The man seemed to be unable to hold on and whispered, "I said... I said..."

Qu Danchen let go of the man's grip with a cold hum. However, when he let go of his hand, he flew a knife from his sleeve and inserted it into his eyebrow!

All of a sudden, the blood flowed down and the man died.

"Tut... It's really a cruel character. If you practice for a few years, you may be a character of one side. It's a pity." Qu Danchen frowned and said it lightly. However, Jiang chenbi felt that the regret that flashed across his eyebrows was not as bad as that of being stained with blood. The man had died thoroughly, and the dead man's mouth naturally could not dig out anything valuable.

She felt strange.

These people come and go quickly. It seems that they know in advance that they are here. However, as Qu Danchen said, if those people are determined to kill him, how can they send out those people who are not top experts? When can't we do it, just in time for them to meet?

Obviously, a brother on the other side didn't care about the enemy who came after him. I don't know if he is used to it. He even wants to comment on "this family's lightness skill is good, but his internal power is not good."

Jiang chenbi was helpless. "National master, Lord, alas, Lord, can we get down to business ? Next time you're going to organize an alliance of killers and cultivate it slowly? "

Qu Danchen only make complaints about the killer's Tucao. He opened another room and led him to the past. The girl also realized that money was good. Even the traces of murder could be erased quietly.

Maybe this is the rule of the river and lake. It's a pity that she understood it too late.

When they sat down again, Qu Danchen took a deep breath. "When we talk about cooperation with you, we always have to come up with some conditions. Now we can tell you what happened to those dead people in Chaohuang mountain villa, who was the big tree behind the old undead, and why he arranged all this."

Temple of heaven.

Numerous blue flags were flying in the strong wind, and there was a jackal and a beaver embroidered on the flag. In all directions, thousands of people knelt down on the ground, and more than 30 white robed witches stood on the long steps of the temple of heaven, dancing with prayer flags in their hands. Wearing a heavy and complicated dress, Yan Yi picked up the steps step by step. In his eyes, it is still the decaying sky, the torn ground, and the palace buildings collapsed in the fire. The phantom of lotus grows wildly on the ruins, swallowing all living and inanimate things. Father, mother, sister The man on the throne of Taiji palace The overlapping images come out of her body, take away part of her memories, some of her laughter and tears, and disappear forever at the end of the world beyond sight

"Brother. Brother... "Is Suiyi's voice.

"Yan Yi, I don't want you to hide from me. We'll take on everything together."

He lowered his eyelashes, and the road seemed to be endless. Every step is like a thousand pounds, he can't lift his head.

On the altar, flames were blazing.

Around the fire of the sacrifice ceremony, the messengers and servants who lived at the foot of the mountain to serve the witch's concubine sang together: like a long song of the Huns, or some strange, rhymed spell. Singing repeatedly, all of a sudden, as if out of thin air, the witch Ji, covered from head to foot, appeared on the platform in front of everyone. She bent down and raised a dry hand that didn't look like human beings. All the voices stopped in an instant. Only the wind broke through the golden bell on ZAGAR's braids.

On the altar, there was a figure with a bent back. She was wearing a broad and mysterious dress, leaning on a peach wood stick. Under her cloak, she was an old, scorched, like a skull, with a few wisps of white hair.

"Come on, boy."

The old man held out his hand to Yan Yi.

Yan Yi slowly bowed and half knelt and handed over his left hand. Everyone heard the voice of the propaganda strategist, "kneeling --"

four times down like a mountain.

The witch girl grabbed a handful of dust from her sleeve and threw it into the flames, which soared into the air and the heat waves swept away in all directions. The crowd let out a low exclamation. Yan Yi felt that his hair and skin were going to burn, but the witch Ji standing closer to the fire was still."My child, you are the young Lord who was carefully cultivated by the burial palace. You are the God who comes to the world. What do you want?"

I want to get out of the snow hate and stay with her all my life.

After a few turns in his throat, he did not say anything. The witch's bent waist slowly bent down to the man's palm. When she raised her head again, the drop of blood had disappeared.

Maybe it was because of looking at the flame for too long, there was a strange illusion in front of me. When the old woman licked his blood and raised her head, her face was plump and young, drooping the old man, the young woman, the young girl, the innocent child It's like walking backwards through one's life. It's all done in the blink of an eye. Even Chang'an was terrified and tried to force himself to calm down. In front of him, there was the scorched skeleton again: there was a faint smile on his face, and in the furrow like wrinkles, his eyes were like hard black Yaoshi.

“…… I heard the hooves of horses With her hoarse and decaying voice, the great witch could not have uttered a high voice, "from this sea to that sea, it is as fast as the wind, shaking the earth! I heard the cry of the defeated! Black wings fly by, flames burn, and the enemy's wife weeps for blood

"Arise, child, from now on there is no power in the world to bend your knees, except for the power of heaven."

When he went down the mountain and called into the sea, Yan Yi got up slowly. Even though the crowd was dense, he could still see the robe of hunting in the wind. He was the high priest. He did not know whether there was a mysterious smile behind the mask.

She is planning to build him into her own image step by step - cold-blooded, rational and decisive. But has she ever thought that people are not objects, but will "eat back"?

He could feel a flame in his chest, leaping high with a grim smile.

After the tedious ceremony, it finally came to the stage of sacrifice. Yan Yi looked down at the crowd. Some people's faces were indifferent, and some even showed faint expectation and excitement.

He felt sad and desolate. If life and death were not worthy of awe in this world, what was the difference between man and beasts?

Soon, four maids were pushed up. There was no restriction on them. They were ordinary women who did not have a trace of martial arts. At this moment, they were able to foretell what was going to happen, and everyone's faces were pale.

Yan Yi heard the voice of witch Ji.

"Do it, God gives you the right to live and kill, son."