Chapter 90 Festival

After a short period of helplessness, Wu Peng's voice became serious, "Xiang is the best puppet in the Heavenly Expedition Corps. The reaction speed, judgment, and reflection time are all top-notch. She was originally Fei Lian's puppet. The Ministry of Heaven controls the lovebirds to guard the imperial capital."

"Fei Lian?" Suddenly remembered the fighter of the same year who was finally defeated by him during the martial arts competition, Yun Huan couldn't help but froze, knowing that this young man is also a well-known elite in the Heavenly Expedition Army, and blurted out, "Then, He... how could he agree to let Xiang come over to me?"

"But it's just a mackerel puppet, he won't mind. The flight test of Galuru is the top priority in the army, how dare he stop it." Wu Peng said lightly, his eyes suddenly stopped on the face of the young subordinate, with a vague meaning, "and Xiang is a puppet, and changing the owner is not a problem at all for her--sometimes the shark who uses the puppet insects is actually beneficial."

"Yes." The major general lowered his head, suddenly afraid to look into the marshal's eyes.

Until Wu Peng left, Yun Huan raised his head and saw the mackerel puppet kneeling on one side. Xiang's eyes were deep blue, with no light, almost invisible.

Those were eyes without saneness, completely different from what Xiao used to look like.

"Xiang." He spoke with some uncertainty, calling out the puppet who belonged to Fei Lian.

"Master." Without hesitation, those godless eyes lifted up, looked at him, and replied respectfully."Follow me to the country of sand." Yun Huan sighed and murmured, "I hope we can fly back to the imperial capital alive."

Eighteen, aspect

On the seventh day of February in the ninety-first year of Cangliu Li, the power pattern of cloud shortages quietly changed before the dawn of a rainy day.

When the two hands struck each other and swore under the lamp, a new alliance was born.

Perhaps when everything becomes the bleak text in the history books, the people living on this land in later generations will call the covenant made by the two sides this night: the alliance of the sky and the sea. ——For the resurrection of Kongsang and Haiguo, the two nations that have been hostile and hated for thousands of years will hold their hands in one place and merge their strength into one.

Such a secret alliance, even if it is not known by a third party, but the quiet change in the balance of power still attracts the attention of a few pairs of eyes—they are very few people who can penetrate all the changes in the cloud.

In the hall of emptiness, he keenly felt that something was changing in silence. The chief commander flicked away the water mirror and looked at another space through the entrapped water vapor: at that moment, he saw two clashing and holding each other. hand. Although he did not wear the emperor, but the special endowment of Emperor Kongsang's blood is still recognizable at a glance.

"Has it started?" He couldn't help but blurted out, the chief commander murmured, and the faces of the three feudal kings onlookers changed.

Da Si Ming sighed long-although he can penetrate the cycle of reincarnation, he will always be a fateful bystander who can only witness all this happening and can't do anything about it. What he can do is the same as the destiny of the past dynasties, just follow the fateful process, select and watch the emperor’s bloodline that has lasted for thousands of years, and then record everything truthfully in the "Liuhe Shu · Secret Record", becoming The only evidence that cloud shortages have existed after the vicissitudes of a certain day.

"Kongsang's emperor's blood! How can you shake hands with such a humble shark?" Next to him, the black king Xuanyu couldn't help whispering angrily, and the other two kings who had been deeply edified by the Kongsang nobles for thousands of years were also uncomfortable. The color. When Qing Wangyuan was young, he blurted out the objection of the black king. Only the purple king's face was silent under his robe. After a long time, he said faintly: "The emperor and the six kings, four of the seven people now support the alliance. This covenant, Can't object."Zhen Lan, Bai Ying, Lan Xia and Hong Yuan-the four people on the ground are enough to determine Kongsang's future.

"Also, even though the opponent is a shark, if this pedal can be a little thicker, you should try your best to use it." Zi Wangmang's tone was calm, "His Royal Highness's decision, we can't doubt it."

"One day, His Highness will forget the honor of the emperor's blood." The Black King muttered, but after all, he stopped talking.

The chief commander heard the disputes between the kings next to him, but he didn’t say anything. Starting from the Emperor Chengguang a hundred years ago, the six feudal kings fought each other. The heart of fighting was temporarily extinguished, but the differences still existed in the hearts of the Six Kings.

That kid Zhenlan...it was really hard to take up such a mess.

Da Si Ming sighed silently, leaned over and prepared to close the water mirror that sees through different time and space, but suddenly there was a shocked look in the eyes of the old man-a pair of eyes!

There are actually a pair of eyes, watching the two sides of the alliance from the dark corner of the water mirror, with an indescribable smile. It's not from the side of Kongsang, nor is it from the shark... who are those eyes raised in the dark?

Who...Is there anyone who, like himself, is observing this scene at the turning point through a water mirror?

"Pop!" Da Si Ming's hand suddenly plunged into the water mirror, as if he wanted to touch the face of the mysterious bystander in the darkness, but the water surface suddenly shattered, and all the sights turned into nothingness-even though it was in the emptiness city. Da Si Ming was still in a cold sweat.

Such eyes were actually seen somewhere in memory."Who is it? Who is it?" Da Shiming leaned on the raised edge of the water mirror, looked down at the rippling and broken water with canthus, and murmured in fear.

"My wise man, what do you see?"

The fog before dawn enveloped the huge white pagoda. In the temple at the top, across the thousands of curtains, a girl asked respectfully. Saint Jin, wearing a white dress, crawling under the curtain, dragged the water mirror that was sent in from under the curtain, closed it, and asked quietly. According to past practices, the wise man who has the ability to penetrate the sky and the earth will issue the highest verbal order to the Cangliu Empire every time after watching the water mirror.

"Hey..." In the temple where no one has been in or out for many years, a long sigh suddenly appeared behind the heavy curtain.

Then there was a murmur of vagueness, with a weird accent and a peculiar language, as if a baby who was learning tongues for the first time was trying to speak, but after all, it was still a strange monosyllable that couldn't make a word.

However, Saint Jin seemed to have understood the words of the mysterious person inside, her expression suddenly solemn.

"Since the power pattern has changed, sage wise, why don't you tell the ten witches?" The girl crawled to the ground and whispered to the person inside, but her voice was trembling, "The Sea Emperor is back, Kukai has become an alliance, Yunhuang's The balance is about to break-why don't you tell the ten witches? Why do you keep silent?"

After a long period of silence, the person behind the curtain did not answer a syllable.

As the saint of the Ice Clan, Yun Jin wanted to tell the people this ominous news as soon as possible, but there seemed to be some force suppressing her actions, making her unable to get up at all.

"The wise man, the wise man...do you want...the Cangliu Empire to fall?" Suddenly understood the intentions of the mysterious man behind the curtain, struggling, Saint Ein finally boldly asked this sentence. Questioning words-perhaps no one has ever said such words to a wise man among the saints of the past."..." There was another silence. The mysterious person behind the curtain still didn't speak. In the silence, it seemed that the pressure was getting greater and greater.

"Ha ha ha..." Suddenly, there was a strange low laughter with a single syllable.

The flying curtain caught the face of Saint Jin, covering the girl's sight. Is it here again? It was clear that the moon was not yet full... Although the fear in her heart was beyond words, Saint Jen was still supporting her crawling on the ground, not daring to retreat half a minute. In the darkness, she suddenly felt a sharp tingling on her wrist, as if there was an invisible blade in the air cutting her wrist veins.

The blood suddenly flew up like a rainbow.

In the night before dawn, corpses piled up like a mountain.

And in the breath of death, the only dilapidated room still showed warm lights-in the lobby of the Ruyi Inn, a group of people were engaged in the final talks on the eve of dawn.

The complex affairs are finally coming to an end.

"So, you can go to the Abyss of Cangwu under Jiuyi Mountain first. Then Bai Ying will wait there, and then you will go and unlock the Dragon God's seal together-our Kongsang people are no longer powerful enough to open it alone. The seal set by Emperor Xing Zun, otherwise, why lie dormant for a hundred years?" As the dawn approached, the power of Zhen Lan began to recover, and his voice clearly had the power of shocking minds. There is no room for refutation. "In return, you must do it for us. Take back my left hand that was sealed on the bottom of the sea."

"Oh..." Sumo suddenly smiled after hearing such a straightforward proposal, "Don't you need me to get your left hand to seek the cooperation of the prince? What a high posture."

"I don't trust you." The head was on the table with his lips closed, but his eyes were looking at the woman in white under the lamp in the distance, "I trust Bai Ying... she went through that kind of thing. , I am willing to believe you again, how can I be more stingy than my wife?"The puppet master did not speak, holding the little puppet in his arms, his empty eyes didn't know where he was looking at the void.

On the other side, the Red King and the Blue King have already begun to mention their respective players, preparing to return to the Colorless City. Only Bai Wangying, as the crown prince, is still sitting under the lamp, seemingly not anxious about the coming dawn. Although she is of noble birth, she has studied the female red since childhood, and the ghost girl borrowed it from Mrs. Ruyi. Needlework in