long night walk

Chapter 653 Under three inches, the seal of peach blossom

The night wind washed the empty city, the birds fluttered lonely, the Wu hook was frosty and cold, and in the silence of everything, there was only a single lamp, which lit the yellow paper window lattice of the grocery store on the corner.

The faint yellow candlelight casts a vague silhouette on the bluestone path.

An old man with a hunched back was sitting in front of the window, holding a delicate knife in his skinny hand, the blade was extremely thin, and the silver handle was as beautiful as a handicraft, and there were a few simple objects on the table.

Using the blade as a brush, he gently painted on a soft and thin leather made of unknown material, as white as snow, and carefully cut out a beautiful shape in his hand.

Putting down the pen knife, the old man took two more wolf hairs and held them between his fingers. The wolf hairs were lightly stained with green ink and rouge, but his thin hand was very stable when writing.

In just a few strokes of painting, a delicate and beautiful face carved from a jade face was laid out on the crystal clear soft skin like this.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew open the two half-covered windows, and the lights of the candlesticks flickered in the wind. The flickering face of the old man looked a little quiet and strange.

When the atmosphere was delicate, the corners of the old man's goose-skinned eyes suddenly twitched, and there was a sound of steady footsteps on the empty streets of Wangcheng.

The old man's eyes were slightly surprised, and then a smile appeared on his lips, and he stood up and pushed the window sash a little further: "Now that the capital and the royal city are in such a mess, there are still people who are reluctant to part with this business. This face is only one eye away, and it is cold in the night, why don't you just sit in the humble house and wait for a while..."

The old man's voice froze in the wind, and he suddenly opened his eyes wide. The wrinkles on his face were like the waves of a pool being blown by the wind, and he trembled slightly.

The person who came out of the window was not the Princess Dongfu in his impression, but a middle-aged man with very ordinary clothes.

The man raised his palm casually, walked through the old window lattice, took the beautiful skin on the table, and spread it out in his hands for a closer look. His plain and ordinary voice carried a bit of cold mockery: "You are still as bad as ever, Sikong."

As soon as the old man loosened his fingertips, the wolf hair dyed with vermilion rouge fell in shock, and the trembling pen tip drew a bright red mark at the corner of the eyes of the beauty's face, like a line of tears weeping blood slowly meandering out.

The man lowered his eyebrows and said lightly: "It's a pity to have a good face."

The name Sikong has long been exiled and abandoned. Among the six realms, there is only one person who is qualified to call it out again.

The old man standing in front of the window was staggering, almost unable to stand upright, and his palms were heavily supported on the table so as not to fall down in embarrassment.

The man raised his eyes lightly, and said slightly sarcastically: "Why, where is the madness that killed brothers and feet back then?"

Sikong parted his lips tremblingly, his sickly eyes should not be showing half twisted madness, his heart was so excited that it was about to jump in his chest.

The moment he saw the man appear, he couldn't tell whether he should be sad or happy, scared or shocked.

In an instant, the internal organs were turbulent and unparalleled frenzy and trembling. I never thought that I would be able to have such kindness in my lifetime. Seeing him again: "Father...Father..."

The general glanced over, Sikong immediately took back the title in his mouth, his complexion became waxy, he squeezed the bones of his fingers to force himself to calm down, he opened his mouth carefully and respectfully: "Why are you here?"

"I heard from afar that the little devil intends to accept the king's husband. I came to join in the fun, but I never thought that this devil world is still as boring as ever."

Although the general's tone was very calm, as his first child, Sikong could still hear the anger hidden in his words.

For this reason, Sikong couldn't help but tense up, and then he realized that his youngest brother held a special weight in the general's heart.

In the Battle of Burning Sea that year, he led all the gods and gods across the sea, and killed all the way to the dark continent that only belonged to corpse demons. Including Si Li, all sixteen corpse demon royal families were captured.

Fifteen members of the royal family were bloodletted and burned to the sea, their bones were blown to pieces, and their heads were collected as trophies by many immortal gods. Such a tragic battle situation did not attract this ruthless ancestor of the corpse king to look at him with pity.

Only Si Li from the royal family can make him look at him differently, Si Kong has never seen a general care so much about anyone.

Now that the demon clan is in trouble, that little guy is in a state of calamity, and he was able to separate his soul from the blood pool and come to this state.

This made Sikong smell something unusual.

Gently moving the minister's fingertips, the beautiful face silently turned into dust particles, and disappeared like snow dust on the fingertips. He looked at Si Kong, who was tensing all his muscles in front of him, and said softly, "I didn't come here for you." , I will not take your life today."

Even so, Sikong's highly tense spirit still did not dare to relax in the slightest.

From the first day he planned to rebel, he never thought that his life could be held in his hands all the time.

He knew very well that if the general really wanted to kill him, there was no need to wait for him to show up in person, he would kill himself on the spot in exchange for blood.

In front of the generals, his life was so insignificant that he could not stand on the stage.

Sikong lowered his head very low, with a submissive attitude: "Sikong is terrified."

The general dusted off the dust on his fingertips casually, and said: "My avatar's soul will soon disappear. In this royal city, no one will be able to suppress your madness. I'm not interested in your methods of perverted massacre, and I don't know why you came here, but I still want to briefly explain to you."

Sikong hurriedly lifted the hem of his clothes, knelt down before the man in fear, and slammed his head on the ground: "Sikong will do everything according to your lord's orders!"

The general stared down at this person in front of him, who dared not even show his true face, for fear of offending him.

The general's eyes as deep as the sea could not see any emotion: "Although I don't know how many memories you have retrieved now, but judging by your current appearance, it is obvious that you know your identity and origin..."

Sikong was about to answer yes, but at this moment the general said another sentence, making him die like a thunderbolt in an instant: "And that Goddess of the Yi clan on Mount Gusong."

Sikong's buried expression was a little blank, and his shoulders trembled slightly: "Yes..."

The general didn't seem to have checked his various abnormal behaviors, and his figure gradually became transparent under the moonlight: "300 years ago, that goddess Yi crossed two worlds alone and entered my blood pool. Ask me to protect reincarnation. One of them survived unharmed.

Since my general has entered the path of blood, I will never protect others. Even if she asks for favors, I am not willing to compromise. lost at your hand. "

Sikong raised his head, his blank expression contained a bit of astonishment: "You mean..."

The general said lightly: "This person is now in this royal city, you must not hurt this person."

Sikong asked: "Who is this person?"

The general pondered for a moment, did not say who it was, but said: "Three inches below the shoulder, the peach blossom mark."

The faint horoscope almost made the corners of Sikong's brows tremble, as if the old scars on his heart were severed at once. In the blink of an eye, blood was dripping, and half of his soul was numb with pain.

Sikong's eyes almost couldn't stop turning bloody red, and his fingers dug out ten deep marks in the ground, and the person standing in front of him was a general, so he didn't dare to make any mistakes.

He could only slowly digest that crazy energy in his body.

Sikong raised his palm to cover his scarlet pupils, his fingers trembling slightly: "Thank you for reminding me, Sikong...knows what I should do."

At this moment, he had no idea how he responded to the general's order, and his thoughts were extremely chaotic.

There was only one crazy idea left in my mind.

The person whose body was crushed to pieces by his own hands has finally entered reincarnation, approached his natal chart, and will be entangled endlessly again!

Goddess of the Yi clan of Gusong Mountain...

But in this world, where is there such a Gusong Mountain...

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When Lin Zheng's consciousness gradually returned and he woke up again, the sky had already brightened. It was early in the morning, and the morning sun rolled in through the window, warmly falling on his face.

The moment Lin Zheng opened his eyes, he jumped up violently from the bed almost subconsciously, and habitually touched his waist to draw his sword.

But when I poked my palm, it was empty.

After being unconscious for a long time, his chaotic vision gradually regained some clarity, and only then did he realize that he was actually sleeping in a strange palace.

He was stunned for a long time, at a loss, when a person's name was about to be called out, but a rather cold voice came from beside him: "I knew that you thought you were the son of a noble family. , Those who don’t know may think that you are the reincarnation of a monkey head, and you are so uneasy when you sleep.”

Lin Zheng turned around and said pleasantly, "Ye Shu!"

Ye Shu yelled so loudly that it was annoying to people's ears, and he frowned displeasedly: "It's calling the soul."

Lin Zheng slept for a few days, his throat was so dry and sore, he saw a set of teapots and teacups neatly placed on Ye Shu's desk, walked over unceremoniously, picked up the teapot and poured it into his mouth A sip of hot tea.

He didn't think it was too hot, he gulped down the tea with tea like a cow chewing peonies.

With the hot tea in his stomach, Lin Zheng felt as if he had regained a few breaths of yang energy. He breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down on the chair, all surprised and surprised: "I'm still alive?!"

Ye Shu sips the tea in his cup slowly, his posture is elegant and not frivolous. Compared with Lin Zheng, he is more like a well-educated and well-educated noble son: "The young master who died bravely should be deeply loved by the heavens. Pity, what's more, you are so precious, God will not give up and take it away."

It's a pity that Lin Zheng really doesn't like this yin and yang tone.

Sure enough, the face of the young master who had survived the catastrophe collapsed, and he no longer smiled. He looked left and right, frowned and said, "What kind of place is this? Look at the furnishings. Yu's style."

Ye Shu said calmly, "Of course it's because the place where you sleep is the Demon Palace."

"What?!" Lin Zheng's butt bounced off the chair: "Are you crazy!"

Just as Ye Shu was about to speak, his gaze suddenly flickered. He hurriedly put down the teacup in his hand, bowed toward the door, and said, "Brother Sichen."

Lin Zheng hurriedly turned around to look, and saw that Bai Lian was carrying a three-layer food box in his hand, with a light belt and a graceful temperament: "Little Lord Lin Zheng is awake? I still feel unwell."

Seeing him entering and exiting the palace of the Demon Realm as easily and freely as walking in a garden, Lin Zheng couldn't help being a little dumbfounded. He stared blankly at him as he put the food box in his hand on the table, and took out a plate of roast chicken, a plate of Dongpo pork, and two plates of cold salad Tofu, two steamed buns, is very rich.

"Brother Sichen...you are..."

"Little Hou Ye sucked a lot of essence for the heart of the dragon, and his body is very weak. Now that he wakes up, let's eat something to cushion his stomach."

How could Lin Zheng still be in the mood to eat at this moment, he frowned and said, "I heard from Ye Shu that this is the palace of the Demon Realm."

Not to mention that he was absorbed and assimilated by the heart of the underworld dragon, and should have escaped death, how could he suddenly appear here.

And the awakened underworld dragon should have slaughtered the world, but at this moment, everything is calm and there is no sense of danger.

Even if Ye Shusichen had the ability to escape from the veins, but there were wolves in front and tigers in the rear, and according to the demon lord's cruel and murderous temperament, there was no reason to spare the monks in the veins when they left the veins of the dragons.

Not to mention being able to eat, drink, sleep well, and be treated like a guest.

Although Lin Zheng's mind is not as delicate and meticulous as Ye Shu's, his city is definitely not shallow. He vaguely predicted something, and he opened his mouth with a sense of probing.

Bai Lian didn't hide it either: "That's right, this is the palace of the Demon Realm. The room you sleep in is the New Year's Hall newly rewarded to you by the Demon Lord. No outsiders will disturb you here, so you can stay here with peace of mind."

Lin Zheng felt that his brain was not enough: "What is the new gift from the devil...why did she give me this?"

Ye Shu's hurtful mouth started again: "I don't give you this, is it because you want to be given to death?"

Lin Zheng flew into a rage like a cat stepping on his tail: "You know that's not what I'm talking about! I am a majestic Marquis of the Daze Kingdom, and I am serving the monarch of the Ze Kingdom, the emperor of the Lin family! When will it be my turn to be rewarded by a king of a different race!"

Ye Shudan said: "Young Master is so proud, if you don't like it, you can go out of the hall and repeat your iron-clad words just now, and I promise not to stop you."

Lin Zheng froze, suddenly speechless.

Ye Shu was always like this. He didn't need to explain too much nonsense in front of him. Although that kind of eccentric and dying tone often made him extremely depressed and unhappy, it could always point to the vital point and make him calm down honestly.

After calming down, Lin Zheng stopped making noise with Ye Shu. He looked at the calm Bai Lian with complicated eyes: "Brother Sichen, who are you? I'm afraid it's not just people from the slave camps, right?"

Although Lin Zheng's temperament was rebellious, and there were many aspects of his behavior that Bai Lian found undesirable, but compared to the group of monks on the trip to the veins, Lin Zheng could be called upright.

What's more, when the sun came out of the earth's veins that day, the female demon monarch stood guard at the gate of the formation, and in an instant, those monks who had nothing to do with him knew his identity.

So now in front of Lin Zheng, there is no need to deliberately conceal his identity and purpose.

Bai Lian sorted out his words briefly, and then told the story slowly, including the betting agreement between him and the female devil.

Lin Zheng listened, he was so shocked and terrified that his jaw almost fell to the ground. After listening for a long time, the young master only grasped one important point: "The majestic king of the world is so unpredictable. To actually do such evil deeds of robbing civilian men, so to speak, if my handsome and handsome young duke is seen by her, wouldn't it be hard for me to escape bad luck as well?"

More importantly, Lin Xiaohou, who said such exaggerated and narcissistic words, did not mean to be half joking on his face, but really worried about it.

Bai Lian paused slightly when he was fiddling with the food plate, looked up at Lin Zheng, and did not speak.

Ye Shu silently looked at Bai Lian's face, then at Lin Zheng's face, and shook his head. He really didn't understand where he got the confidence to say such shameless words.

　Just a reminder, Sikong doesn't have a relationship line, that person is not his CP, his story is a family relationship, and will not involve the relationship between a man and a woman, so there is no need to worry about the supporting role's emotional drama being too deep.

　　
　
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