Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

The two of them were convinced that Jiang Fuyuan was at the end of her rope, and the conversation did not avoid her.

Seeing the two rats squaring off, with ugly faces that looked like sperm, Jiang Fuyuan narrowed her eyes dangerously and said softly: "They really don't know whether to live or die."

"You are a prisoner now, and you still think you are a superior Phoenix goddess?" A sarcastic smile appeared on the jailer's face, and his fat fingers rubbed each other maliciously, as if he had touched the jade-like skin that could be broken by a blow. .

The other jailer almost drooled from the corner of his mouth. He smiled evilly and approached Jiang Fuyuan: "Uncle, I can consider it and let you have a good meal and become a well-fed ghost. But before that, you have to let us brothers Eat enough..."

Just when he was about to pounce on the wolf and kiss Fangze, Jiang Fuyuan, who had been sitting quietly and weakly on the broken wooden board, suddenly jumped up and circled behind him at lightning speed. The shackles between his two bare hands became a Ready-made weapons, after several twists, the chains between the shackles tightened the jailer's neck, causing veins to pop out on his face, and the color of death quickly filled the air.

The instrument of torture that restrained others became a murderous weapon in her hands.

The incident happened so suddenly that by the time the other jailer reacted, his companion's body had gone limp and he had completely lost his breath.

Jiang Fuyuan smiled brightly at him, but her beautiful features, which she thought just now, were now as terrifying to the jailer as the glamorous ghosts summoning souls by the Wangchuan River.

The forgotten memories reoccupied his brain. Yes, how dare he. The woman in front of him was the Phoenix Goddess that everyone talked about, and the blood of the ancient gods flowed in her body.

He was so lustful that he tried to get his hands on the gods!

The jailer's knees were paralyzed, and he was bursting with adrenaline under the fear of dying at any time. He tried to run out of the cell on his hands and feet.

But he stumbled and didn't run a few steps. Jiang Fuyuan picked up the pottery bowl containing the rotten rice and smashed it on the ground. He kicked it lightly with his toes, and the sharp broken pottery pieces flew towards the jailer like a sharp blade.

stab-

The last jailer felt a chill in his throat, and then the warm liquid splashed up like a waterfall and landed on his chin, cheeks and hands.

The blood left the body and quickly lost its temperature in the cold wind. The jailer looked down in disbelief at his chest, which was speckled like red plum blossoms in full bloom. He let out a sound in his throat and smashed it straight to the ground without hesitation, stirring up a burst of dust.

After finishing the two offal in the blink of an eye, Jiang Fuyuan wiped the rice grains on his fingers on the two corpses in disgust, and said dissatisfied: "Daughter-in-law, can you dream of something good? How dare you give me such a thing in your dream?" My skin is itchy.”

In fact, she really wrongly blamed Zhong Lianfeng. Although the mirage dream is based on the deepest obsession in the holder's heart, the details are not controlled by the dream owner. Therefore, her current identity setting is indeed different from Zhong Lianfeng's. Lian Feng had something to do with her feelings, but the details of what she encountered in her dream were entirely the work of mirages.

Let others plot evil against Jiang Fuyuan, and he would not agree to it even if he killed Zhong Liefeng.

Looking at the two dead beasts on the ground, Jiang Fuyuan didn't care about the two corpses at all. Even if the power of faith was sealed, the memory of physical training in the previous life was still there, but he also had no magic power, and he stayed in the darkness all day long. She could still handle the ordinary jailers wandering around the prison.

But if there is a martial arts practitioner with internal strength or a strong body, it would be hard to say.

What's more, this body is so scarred.

Adrenaline surged during the outbreak, so Jiang Fuyuan temporarily ignored the pain in her body. Now, as soon as she calmed down, various parts of her body began to protest crazily, and the pain in her shoulder blades made her break into a cold sweat.

Under such circumstances, it would be absolutely impossible for her to leave the prison alone.

Jiang Fuyuan was thinking about how to find Zhong Lianfeng in his dream, when a series of panicked shouts suddenly broke out from the direction of the door of the prison.

"King Muke led his troops to attack the palace! The Western Kingdom is destroyed!"

"Then what do we do? Do we run?"

"The emperor has been killed, why don't we run and wait to die!"

After a period of chaos, most of the people in the sky jail escaped. Except for the prisoners who were locked up and could not get out, not one of the guards was left, and all of them fled for their lives.

A trace of suspicion flashed in Jiang Fuyuan's eyes. King Muke came at the right time, as if he came just for her.

Mu Ke, Mu Ke, together they are Ke.

Since it was Zhong Lianfeng's dream, most likely this King Muke was the person around him, or in other words, himself.

Unexpectedly, her daughter-in-law still had the heart to rebel and become king, and she also wanted to bear her deceased husband's surname. The intention of replacing her was simply obvious.Jiang Fuyuan raised a smile on her lips, took out a bunch of keys from the corpse on the ground, unlocked the shackles on her hands, gathered up her loose hair, and left the small room as if walking on a long brocade carpet. cell.

The pain on her body made her walk very slowly. When the prisoners on both sides saw who it was, they were all stunned, and then immediately kowtowed to the ground.

"Phoenix Goddess, the Phoenix Goddess!"

"Goddess Wan'an, please bless the goddess and save us..."

"The Phoenix Goddess has blessed the mountains and rivers, and the West Country has disrespected the goddess. The country should be destroyed, and the Emperor of the West Country should be crushed to ashes!"

The shouts on both sides were either pious, respectful, or angry, but no matter what emotions washed through their hearts, the object they looked up to was Jiang Fuyuan, who was moving step by step.

They call her the Phoenix Goddess and they are her followers.

A subtle warm current poured into her body from her Dantian. This feeling was very familiar to Jiang Fuyuan. It was the power of faith nourishing her body.

Your own believers must be saved.

Some of the keys collected from the jailers must be used to open the cell doors. Jiang Fuyuan was patient and tried them one by one. If the key was wrong, he would replace it with another one. Some cell doors could be opened, while others could not. The key to the door is not in this set of keys.

After a while, Jiang Fuyuan opened a dozen cell doors with trembling hands.

The freed people surrounded their Phoenix Goddess, with tears of excitement in their eyes.

At this moment, the sound of killing in Tianlao shook the sky.

Mu Ke's army was unstoppable. Under the leadership of the leading man, they slashed and killed all the way to the Tianlao.

The right general struggled to ride his horse to keep up with the leading man, his voice almost breaking in the biting cold wind.

"Your Majesty, the front is Tianlao, not Jinluan Palace——"

The leading man's eyes were as dark as a deep pool, his gaze was firm and urgent. He held a long knife in his hand, and with a violent aura, he mercilessly chopped off anyone who hindered him from running towards his goal.

The speed was so fast that the general who followed him on horseback was almost thrown away by him.

"Your Majesty, the King of the West is dead, and the courtiers are waiting for you to ascend the throne in the Jinluan Palace——"

bang——

The general's response was that the long sword smashed open the door of the Heavenly Prison of the West Earth Kingdom with an extremely fierce momentum. After a burst of dust, the north wind carried Suxue and poured it eagerly into the Heavenly Prison.

He saw among the panicked crowd in the prison, a woman wearing a thin prison uniform, with a calm face and facial features that were beyond ordinary.

It was the moon in the sky crushed in the water, it was the plum blossom in the snow stained by the blood rain, half of its body was damaged by bones, and it was so thin and lonely, shrouded in a sense of fragmentation that people couldn't bear to touch more.

Ke Xuesheng blocked the door of the prison and quietly stared at the woman who was admired by the prisoners.

Jiang Fuyuan glanced sideways, suddenly raised a faint smile, and looked at him through the crowd and broken snow.

The two of them were separated by a distance of more than ten meters, separated by a snowstorm, separated by a lot of people, and seemed to be separated only by two layers of skin.

So quiet, so close, there are only two fiery hearts beating synchronously between heaven and earth.

General You, who was a step late, saw the person in the prison, was stunned for a moment, and murmured: "Your Majesty, she is the legendary goddess Mu Cizhan who brings disaster to the country."

Right General: Your Majesty, this is a witch!

King Muke: I won’t listen. I won’t listen.