Zhang Jin was horrified, he stepped forward to stop, but heard a dark noise in his ear.
That step was no longer reached.
He lowered his head, his chest and his mouth, and a cold light blade passed through.
汩汩 The blood flowing out of the cricket was hot, but the pain of tearing and cracking was cold. Before death makes people fear the icy cold.
His body slipped slowly, but he was unwilling. With a strong breath, he knelt down on the ground. He wanted to see the face of his spice-handed colleague. There must be somewhere to talk about being a ghost.
The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground scared him.
In the muddy eyes, there were more than a dozen bodies ~ the body fell across the ground, or one after the other, or even a dull hum.
Only the bright red tarnished the blue-and-white brick, and it became a fascinating one, worthy of the brightest color in the world.
恍 恍 What happened, he turned to look at Miao Quan.
The man is still in the same position as before, but the movement is already stiff. A dagger was nailed to each of his limbs, and between his throat.
But it seems that the shocking ones are not fatal injuries, he can even turn around ~, watching the dramatic change with horror.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps passed through the ear was light.
Zhang Jin propped his hands on the ground, gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes.
walked past, it seems that no less than four or five people came.
one person in front, boots repair five-claw dragon pattern, bright yellow satin.
He was shocked, such boots, he had the privilege to see it once. There seemed to be a golden splendor in front of me.
He was on the ground, the man walked gently from the high seat to his side, his mouth raised a smile.
"Exploring the flowers and literary talents is outstanding.
The temple tried to pick flowers, worked for the Hanlin Academy, and later served as the waiter of the Ritual Department. He hoped to show his ambition to repay the king's grace, but unfortunately, he disdained to cling to the non-party and eventually offended the power and became the imperial prisoner.
Will it be him? But the prison was dirty, how could this person come over?
But, who else dares to use such embroidery and colors?
"Master, forgive me."
The screaming scream broke his unclear thoughts.
This sound also seemed to awaken the body standing on the ground. The undying person made a hoarse, weird voice from his throat, and crawled towards the standing bodies ~ shadows.
"Who are you? Should the king know you?" The teasing voice smiled indifferently, casually.
"Little man Miao Quan, the younger sister is Mr. Wang's house's maid's room. Lord Ye's forgiveness, forgiveness, the little man gave you a hoe. Here's a hoe!"
进 凛 Zhang Jin a moment, the king of Lingrui Long Zijin also came?
Miao Quan twisted his face in pain, kneeling on his knees, squealing on the ground like a pounding head, that hump and humble, Zhang Jin finally could not help but cough and laugh.
"Where are you, who are you?"
It was another voice, but Zhang Jin was shocked and stopped.
obviously is a cool and indifferent tone, but warm and mellow like the moon and the water.