Chapter 81 Festival

Puppet master. Long white hair drifted down from her forehead, and in the **** night, there was no wind, and the eyes drooping were flashing indescribable because of the scene.

The moment he saw Bai Ying, the caring and compassionate expression on Anuo's face suddenly disappeared, letting go of Somo's neck, and with a click, he jumped onto Somo's broad and flat shoulders and sat down, watching with a sneer and vicious expression. Looking at the ghost woman who came, and looking at the expression on the face of the master, she was vaguely gloating.

For hundreds of years, no matter when he was a child in Dongshi, in the slave owner's workshop; when he was a boy in the Qingwang Mansion, in the Garan White Pagoda Temple; when he was a young man, he wandered in Zhongzhou and in the four seas. In my heart, I didn't even have the slightest feeling of weakness and hesitation, let alone the anger and struggle that just collapsed.

For many, many years, he almost thought that he had forgotten the life like the sunless life in Dongshi...It turned out that hatred was like a poison, planted deep into the bone.

Sumo never looked at Bai Ying, squeezed his hands, stood up and walked without looking back, not wanting to look at the pity in the other side's eyes.

"Wait a minute." As if seeing the other party's emotions, Bai Ying stood on the road and suddenly raised her arm to stop him. It seemed that he had made some determination, his low-down eyes flashed with light, and he raised his arm to block the path of the puppet master.

Underworld's illusory hand formed an empty "world", but in front of such an obstacle, Somo stopped.

The two people who crossed sideways did not look at each other, but stopped and were silent."Just now... the monster was a dead Bai people." The illusory slender hand suddenly trembled slightly, Bai Ying lowered his head, and finally spoke hardly, "That bird spirit," Are my relatives."

Su Mo was suddenly startled, and turned his head like lightning to glance at Princess Kongsang—

"Why the most noble prince of the Bai people is always related to monsters?" In his heart, when he heard Anuo's sneer, he almost blurted out such words, and finally held back it. The puppet master thought of the bird spirit girl. The appearance is just a faint question: "Is it your sister?"

Bai Ying's half-sister, Qing Wang's sister, Princess Qingwen, and the daughter of Bai Wangliao, Bai Lin-a girl who is more than ten years younger than Bai Ying, but whose blood is more noble than her sister. The Qing Wang brothers and sisters tried their best to make this girl a princess, but they were unsuccessful. It is said that the child was very young when he died.

No wonder that monster had such a weird aura that made him feel familiar.

"Not only my sister." Bai Ying said in a low voice, and her voice began to tremble slightly. "At the same time, it is my stepmother, my uncle and brother, my minister and the people...all the people in this world who are connected to me by blood."

As if because of the intense emotional ups and downs, the ankle-length snow-white hair was flying like the wind. In the messy hair, the crown prince of Kongsang turned her head and looked at Somo, but there was something real on her illusory face. Grief: "Sumo, that is the demon that all my people have died out of despair and resentment! It is the evil spirit condensed by the countless souls of the Bai clan."

The puppet master suddenly looked back and looked at the ghost woman beside him.

"It's because of me...I jumped from the White Tower willfully and left all the clansman behind, that's why they were exterminated by the Cangliu Empire. The massacre on the fief lasted for ten days." Dingding looked at all the turbulence that year. The original initiator, Bai Ying, for the first time, did not hesitate to talk about the dispute a hundred years ago, and calmly faced her childhood mistakes, "Except for my father and king who brought some brave generals to fight out and return to the imperial capital. Dead-in order to avoid the continuation of the bloodline, the Cangliu Empire brought all the royal family members to the lonely mountain in the north, crucified to death on the cliff!"

"Some people's souls have been kept there forever-but some of their wronged souls escaped and condensed into the evil spirits of the demon world." Bai Ying suddenly smiled bitterly, turned her head slightly in the night breeze, and listened, "Listen." ...Every night, there is still the cries of those wronged souls on the lonely mountain in the wind of the cloud."Su Mo turned his head silently, and indeed, from the far north, there was a vague cry of Ruoyuowu, evil grief.

"Kongsang originally had tens of millions of people, but now there are less than 100,000 people sleeping in a colorless city without the sun." Bai Ying's eyes suddenly felt invisible grief, "So much blood. Isn’t it enough? Even if we Kongsang people have committed terrible mistakes, isn’t the price paid in this massacre not enough to pay off? My parents, brothers, family and friends are all dead, and Bai Lin was only thirteen years old when he died... Enough! Do you want to see the last Kongsang dead to be reconciled?"

Such a fierce tone made the face of the puppet on the shoulder of the puppet master slightly changed. There were countless complex expressions on Somo's pale face, but he never said a word, just staggered back, as if not. I want to continue to face this kind of scolding again.

"Please," Suddenly, his cold hand was held by a colder hand, and the dead spirit caught him, looking at his eyes pleadingly, "Please think about it. The damned ones are already dead, please don’t let those who survived be out of sight because of unnecessary accumulating grievances—if you and Zhen Lan’s power are united, you might really be able to overthrow the Cangliu Empire, no matter to us Kongsang and you are the best choice."

The damned ones are already dead...In that case, the puppet master suddenly struck like lightning.

His empty eyes looked at the void spirit in front of him, staggering back.

"Somo, I have never resented you before, and now I am more willing to trust you again-if a person still knows the tears and the pain, then there must be something he wants to protect." Obviously felt the shake in the other person's heart. Princess Kongsang refused to let go of his hand, and tried her best to persuade, "With your strength, you could have brought happiness to more people. If you want to exchange terms, you can just speak up."

"Huh!" Suddenly a sharp whistling cut through the air, and Bai Ying let go of her hand subconsciously.

The sharp transparent lead cut like a knife and stopped her. It was the puppet sitting on the shoulder of the puppet master who shot. Arnold's eyes were sullen. He looked at the woman in front of him coldly, and his eyes were murderous.

Sumo shook her hand away, staggering back, and stopped until her back hit the broken wall. He calmed down the undulating breath of his chest in an instant, suddenly smiled coldly, and turned around: "What I want to guard is the tribe, and has nothing to do with you Kongsang people-what I want is something that I can't hold my fingers anymore. ."Before the words fell, the puppet master no longer stayed, and quickly disappeared into the dark night.

Listening to the sound of flapping wings outside the window, the people in the room breathed a sigh of relief and began to continue the conversation that was interrupted by the sudden appearance of the bird spirit.

Mrs. Ruyi lit the light again, and went closer to see the injuries of the Zuo Quanshi of the Restoration Army.

Under the lamp, Yan Xi's face paled from blood loss actually showed a strange blush. Although he tried his best to suppress it, he still couldn't help but coughing constantly. He was a little irritated and grasped the binding on the wound with his hands, as if there Something is burning, unbearable.

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Ruyi was taken aback, knowing that Zuo Quanshi was stoic, and had not groaned from the beginning to the end after suffering such a serious injury in the hands of the Zhengtian Army, but now she has an expression of pain that cannot be concealed.

"Madam, Yan Xi is burning very badly!" Na Sheng was anxious, clutching the couch and turning his head to shout to the beautiful woman, with a cry.

She hurriedly put down the candlestick, bent down, and probed the other person's forehead with some disbelief. Suddenly, her hand trembled violently—in fact, it didn't have much temperature, but for the cold-blooded shark people, the body temperature is now like this. , No doubt it is so burning that the blood in the body is boiling!

How could it be like this... how could it be like this?

Mrs. Ruyi was stunned, and quickly brought a cup of tea. Na Sheng grabbed his hand in a hurry, helped Yan Xi sit up, and handed it to his lips. The mackerel warrior seemed to be unable to speak because of the rapidly rising body temperature. He saw the water and subconsciously drank it in one gulp, but his lips were still chapped, and there was a longing light in his eyes. That Sheng poured another cup quickly, and it was just a moment of drunk.

After drinking all the water in the pot, Yan Xi was still weak, as if a high fever had consumed all the water in his body.Na Sheng was anxious to cry, but when she got up to find water, Mrs. Ruyi suddenly raised her hand and held her down. There was a thoughtful look in the beautiful woman's eyes, and she murmured: "It's useless, you can't stop giving him water, or he will die."

"Going to die?!" Na Sheng screamed when he heard the words, and attracted Murongxiu and Zhenlan Xijing to look at him. However, the Dongba girl ignored Mrs. Ruyi and almost cried. He stood up, "Isn't it good just now... and I said that Suma had healed him, so why is it so powerful all at once! What should I do?"

Murongxiu heard what Madam Ruyi said seriously, and couldn't bear it after all, and stood up: "Madam, I wonder if Yao Cao works?"

Mrs. Ruyi was stunned for a moment, looked at this shark's child, and shook her head.

Na Sheng's face suddenly paled--even Yao Cao didn't work?

"Hey, don't be afraid, there is me." At that moment, Zhen Lan, who was listening, suddenly said, comforting the holder of Emperor Tian, ​​"It really can't, I can give him my blood..."

"What?!" Na Sheng was startled, looking at the weird head, "Yan Xi is not a vampire!"

"What do you know! Little girl." Xijing struggled to get to the ground and walked to the bed of Yanxi's illness-after all, he was a disciple of the Sword Saint, healed.