v8 Chapter 27: Night storm

Name:The Sword Dynasty Author:Wu Zui
"The real town of the country, not the illusory furnishings?" In a bureaucrat in Chudu, Su Qin put down the secret in his hand, picked up a glass of wine on the side of the case, smiled faintly.

The woman who drank for him was wearing a goose-yellow palace dress, and the skin color was better than snow. The woman’s surname is the second daughter of Chudu’s door valve in the past. It is one of the most famous women in Chudu.

For a man who really has power, the identity of such a woman is more attractive than its own beauty.

In the past, countless powerful children dreamed of their dreams. However, most of the beautiful women who could not even see one side are now the maids that he can hunt at will. Su Qin’s eyes are not self-satisfied at this time, but they have a strong self-deprecating meaning. Fiction

He turned his head tired and looked at the sky outside the window.

At this time, the sky is getting darker, and it has not really entered the night, but there are already stars in the sky.

"Is this a fate? I have just mastered the power in Chu, and you have to become the right arm of Yan Taizi."

Su Qin looked at the two stars that first appeared on the sky, and slowly said in his heart.

"grown ups."

A low but powerful voice rang outside the door.

Listening to the voice of this practitioner, Su Qin’s eyes brightened like stars.

After getting his permission, a seemingly ordinary wooden box was presented to him.

When the quiet room was quiet again, and he and the glamorous woman were left in the room, he slowly opened the box.

Inside the box is a piece of jade, exuding soft and mysterious brilliance.

"I like plain clothes, and haircuts are shorter." Su Qin first closed the box, then raised his head and looked at the woman next to him.

The stunning woman was first to be flattered, but when she heard his second half of the sentence, it was the lips trembled and his face paled.

Her long black hair is like a waterfall, so the women who are in the same name as her are also very envious. She doesn't know how much thought she puts on it, but now she wants her to cut it.

"The slaves know." She did not dare to defy, lowered her head and whispered.

Su Qin put the wooden box in the sleeve, and when he stood up, there was a taunting look at the corner of his mouth.

He doesn't really like short hair.

However, he likes the feeling of conquest.

When Changling was also covered in the moonlight, a gray robe man walked out from the backyard of an ordinary family.

His skin color is unusually white. Under the moonlight, the skin looks a bit transparent, and even the color of some tiny blood vessels can be seen faintly.

The gray robes on his body seemed to have a strange magical power, and there was a faint fog on his body, which made him quickly merge with the darkness of Changling.

When he disappeared in this street for several hours, the cries of the ordinary people’s backyard suddenly sounded.

The cries of the crying are incomparably harsh, just like the many cries that sounded when the Changling was cleaned before the moon.

A burst of violent sound broke out.

The practitioners flew in and left a shadow in the air.

"It’s the second emperor..."

Soon, the unstoppable exclamation sounded, and a bright sword light rushed into the sky, and the crying in the courtyard instantly became especially great.

The gray robe man is already on the riverside outside the city.

He saw such light from afar, and his mouth smirked like Su Qin.

As he expected, the Changling in the dark seems to be as majestic as before, but after experiencing the chaos of the Spring and Chushan, the entire Changling is in control of the practitioners who are good at hiding in the dark like him. It has been greatly weakened.

Now Changling, what are the remaining masters?

......

In the night, Yuan Wu slowly raised his head.

He is on his way home.

As usual, everything in the camp is very simple, and even the tea soup is only cooked with the most common coarse tea.

There is a secret in his hand.

This secret is from the ram's house in Chu, and the giants of the Rams are naturally able to send the secret to him in the fastest speed as long as they are in contact with Qin Jun.

As early as many years ago, the speed of some flying animals used by Qin Jun to deliver messages has surpassed that of the world's practitioners.

The attitude of the gates of Nanquan towns is naturally very important for the situation of the war between Qin and Chu. However, this secret, which was sent to his hands as the most important military sentiment, was not the handwriting of the Rams after it was opened.

He is familiar with the writing.

Therefore, his guess has no problem. Although it is the result he is most unwilling to believe, Ding Ning is not the descendant of that person, but the rebirth of that person.

"You have to send someone to talk to me, what to talk about?"

"In this case, I will slow down and wait for you to see what you want to talk to me."

Yuan Wu’s mouth also has a ridiculous look.

There is no fluctuation in his mood, and there is no fear in the depths of his eyes.

Although many years ago, the man made him feel feared, but now he has passed the fear.

......

At almost the same time, Changling was in the depths of a deadly palace, and the name was also reviewing the secret hostess from all over the world, but the face became paler and paler.

Her body is getting colder and colder.

At this time, she did not know the contact between Ding Ning and Yuan Wu. The chill in her heart came from the people who cooked the wine and the rest of the Bashan sword field.

Whether it is from the Yinshan area, Yangshan County, or the information from the Chu territory, she can clearly let her conclude that those who are in the Bashan sword field did not contribute to these battles.

Where did they go?

Then there is only one possibility.

They went to Jiaodong County.

She can even lose Fusu, but she can't lose Jiaodong County.

But is this still under her control?

Her mood is inevitably violently fluctuating.

In addition to the voids that few practitioners can communicate, the light of some stars has violently oscillated.

On the distant Chuyan border, a woman dressed in men’s clothing suddenly raised her head.

The vitality of her body was instantly blazing like a stove, and even the dust on the ground seemed to burn.

She is Zhao Si.

At the moment when Zheng sleeves had a rare mood swing, she once again perceived the sword that had belonged to her.

It was a feeling of flesh and blood, but between the teeth, she forcibly suppressed the urge to recapture the sword.

She took a deep breath and just quietly captured the trajectory of the sword without actually touching it.

In the cold of the cold.

Her sword, which was bred by the most powerful real fire and the most sincere sword of the sword, slowly broke into the most silent and cold sparks. It has produced a strange change, and the blade is no longer The flaming red, but the color of the stars, silver and crystal.