Chapter 78 Festival

? I think you are much better than that guy! "

"..." The fighters of the Restoration Army who had not spoken much suddenly fell silent again, as if they didn't know how to answer them, and turned their faces slightly on the couch, looking at Xijing and Zhenlan who were talking on the other side. When Murong Xiu heard Na Sheng's speechless words, he couldn't help smiling bitterly, and walked away knowingly-a girl like her, there is nothing in her heart to hide anything, no matter love or hate, it is transparent and pure. I smiled when I saw it.

It seems that after only a few days, this little girl has "changed her heart". He is a wise man. Of course, he would not fail to see that the old Sheng relied on his intentions, but the steady and steady businessman never broke it. Now it seems that this girl has completely changed his mind.

How fast... Looking at the chirping Dongba girl, Murong Xiu laughed silently, feeling relieved. Suddenly, there was also a slight loss, as if the companions who had depended on each other since entering Yunhuang were going to move further and further away.

"Huh, Yan Xi blushed?" He praised the opponent from the bottom of his heart. Na Sheng watched the pale face of the wounded Jongren warrior turned red, and couldn't help but smile in surprise, catching with joy. Sayama, "You are shy when you praise you?"

"No, I seem to have a fever." Turning his head, Yan Xi was a little embarrassed to distinguish, but his voice was unconcealable. In addition to the pain of the left chest wound, he felt that his body was burning in the fire. It was uncomfortable.

Hearing such a voice, Na Sheng was startled, and quickly raised his hand to probe his forehead. The skin at the tentacle was not warm, and he didn't feel any signs of fever.

"There is no fever!" she asked in surprise.However, in a blink of an eye she came back to her senses-the shark should have no body temperature!

When the pair were entangled over there, on the couch in the other corner of the room, Xi Jingzheng was talking about the past a hundred years with an old friend whom he had not seen for many years.

Yunhuang’s strongest swordsman was wrapped in a thick **** his chest, lying on the couch immobile, resting his head on the severed hand as a pillow, and looking down at his uninjured side on his chest, the one who was chattering endlessly. Head.

Zhen Lan... Now she has become such a strange look.

Thinking of the young prince who was expelled from Garan City for sin a hundred years ago and sat on the high throne to watch him leave, compared to the head of the man in front of him, although he saw no signs of aging, he had become proficient in the heads of many men. The disciple of Sword Saint only felt that Countless past loves and hates roared in the chest like a tide.

Looking back, it’s a hundred years of life... Since Zhen Lan was thirteen years old, as a soldier of the Cavalry Forward Battalion, he went to the northern sand country to bring the commoner prince back to the imperial capital, and forged a brotherly friendship, more than a hundred years have passed. .

"Hey, I took so much saliva, are you listening!" Realizing Xijing's trance, the head on his chest became angry, and the severed hand on the neck of the wounded moved suddenly, and slapped. I slapped the swordsman and woke him up.

"Ah, what are you talking about? That Sheng? Huangtian?" Xijing suddenly recovered, only remembering the most repeated words of the other party, and nodding again and again, "I have promised Aying about this matter. Don't worry, I will try my best to protect her. Go to Jiuyi King Tomb."

"I said, did you have too much to do with you?" Seeing the swordsman spit out, Zhenlan couldn't help but beat his friend with a chestnut, "What do you promise Hongshan over there? "

Following the direction of the broken finger, Xi Jing turned his head and saw Murong Xiu who was sitting on the side bored, his face changed slightly."I thought I could take Murong Xiu and Na Sheng on the road together, first send that girl to Jiuyi, and then send Murong to Yecheng-anyway, it's still on the way." Xijing said his original plan, and suddenly smiled bitterly. But now..."

"But now, the Cangliu Empire has been completely alarmed and will definitely pursue and kill you and your party with all your strength." Before waiting for his friend to finish, Zhenlan rolled his eyes and continued, "You have become a disaster star, and you don't know what to do along the way. How many fierce battles have been encountered-if you let that kid follow you on the road, I am afraid that it will be more dangerous than letting him go on the road alone with a heavy treasure, right?"

"..." Zhen Lan's words are always honest and rude, Xijing curled his lips, had nothing to answer, and stared at the lonely head angrily. "Poison Tongue" is better than the past."

Zhen Lan glared back at him, but the expression on his always casual face was solemn, with a sigh: "You still have that temper-you can back everything on your body, regardless of whether you work hard or not!"

"What are you working on? I have been drinking and sleeping for a hundred years, so I should do something." Xijing ignored his friend's words, smiled bitterly, and turned to look at the corpse of the mackerel girl who was covered with sheets next to him. Suddenly, his brows were covered with wind and frost. There is a sense of pain, "I have never wanted to care about anything on Yunhuang, regardless of the Kongsang people or the Yu people. When Hongshan left, I could still say to myself that she is still happy after all; but... …Ting is dead. I can no longer lie to myself that nothing on Yunhuang has nothing to do with me—because the person I care about is dead. Zhenlan, I don’t want anyone to be hurt anymore."

"So, are you going to intervene?" Prince Kongsang looked at the famous general and smiled.

"Do your best." Yunhuang's number one swordsman covered his chest injury and nodded, but his eyes were heavy, "I am limited after all, but there are too many'guards' in my heart--Zhen Lan, I am not only thinking about Kongsang, Hongshan’s child, but I also want to help the Jongren clan return to the blue sea...heh, isn’t it a big ambition?"

"As expected of my childhood buddies..." Upon hearing that, Zhen Lan's head suddenly let out an agreeable laugh, severed his hand and pulled out from under Xijing's head, firmly squeezed the swordsman's hand, and applauded, "Kong Sang Fu China, the Yuren return, and create a new world, so that all the races of Yunhuang can live safely and freely-with the same ambition, let us work hard together!"

Xijing smiled suddenly, not surprised at the thought of the crown prince. Zhenlan has always been an excellent leader. If he had not met the messy stall of the Menghua Dynasty when he was a teenager, he would be unable to return home and abroad without assistance. After he became the throne, I am afraid that he would become the king of the Kongsang people, right?

However, the world has collapsed, and mountains and rivers have been overturned, and now there is actually another opportunity to realize the dream again.A hundred years later, the hands of the two young friends finally clasped together again, firm and steady, as if forging an unbreakable covenant.

Just as the two men and the generals cut their hearts to each other and made a covenant, the door suddenly opened.

"The bird spirit is here! Put out the candle and don't be found!" Mrs. Ruyi staggered in from the outside and said anxiously.

"Mrs. Ruyi, come and take a look, Yan Xi... Yanxi has a terrible fever!" At the same time, Na Sheng cried out.

16. Past events

Under the dim starlight, those black wings disappeared instantly, leaving only two people standing silently among the dead bodies on the ground.

The fishy wind swept over, and whispered like weeping among the dilapidated households. Bai Ying stared at the corpses piled up in the dark night, and suddenly put away the lightsaber, folded his hands on the center of his eyebrows, and began to mutter in a long and long voice. Complicated prayers. Under the dark black night, the pure white underworld woman is like a luminous idol, calm and gentle, with a compassionate expression on her face.

Su Mo turned his head and no longer faced her, cast his empty eyes on the empty streets of Nancheng, and suddenly frowned slightly——

Although he couldn't see with his eyes, he was able to see more scenes than ordinary people through the induction of his inner magic.

At this moment, under the curtain of night, he saw countless illusory souls scattered from the civilians who had just died, struggling to rise into the air and gather. Every ray of ghost, with terrible fear, hatred and despair before death, will not squint at all. The pervasive "evil" breath caused the puppet master to frown slightly.Those wisps of ghosts broke free from the dead body, entangled in the air, cursing and howling viciously.

Bai Ying pressed her eyebrows with her hands and chanted prayers in a low voice, trying to calm the hostility of these lonely ghosts.

"Life and death are endless from generation to generation, this life is over, go to the other side to reincarnate!" After the long prayer, the woman in white stretched out her hands, palms upwards and whispered to those ghosts, her long and white hair reaching her ankles was like being caught by the wind. Blow, hunt and dance.

However, the lonely spirits and ghosts gathered did not disperse as they said, instead they let out an angry whistle, swirling and entangled in the air like boiling, transforming into a weird shape. Suddenly screamed and dived down, and rushed to the two living people in the ruins. The strands of lonely souls with hideous features were actually trying to destroy all living things on the ground.

Bai Ying was startled, those lonely souls rushed towards her, but they passed through her body and couldn't help but continue to fly out. All of them have shocked expressions. Looking back at this white-haired girl-is it the ghost? This woman who reads prayers for them is also a ghost?

"So many dying people's anger, hatred, and despair, do you think it can be eliminated with a few words?" On the other side, Somo retracted the lead that had just been sent out, and the transparent silk thread was still wrapped in silk quilts. The shredded soul, all the ghosts that pounced on him were destroyed by the puppet master's relentless hands.

"Those dead eyes won't close...unless they see the final retribution. Otherwise--" Somo said lightly, his face solemn, and suddenly raised his finger to the sky, "Even if you turn into a monster, you won't give up revenge. !"

Bai Ying raised her head, and the jet black wings spread over her head in an instant.

So many just died