Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 355: Trying to do something brave

"Yes, Lord Dongjun." The secret of the legendary Canglong Qisu was involved. The figure did not dare to be careless. The beautiful figure turned and disappeared in front of Concubine Yan.

After seeing off the spies of the Yin Yang Family, Concubine Yan's face changed, and a hint of distress appeared on her originally calm and calm face. Her slender jade legs swayed slightly.

Yingying turned her waist and turned around again, facing Ying Zihe directly. Looking at the sleeping young man, a trace of tenderness emerged.

Snapped!
  The smooth jade hand fell on the young man's smooth cheek. Concubine Yan slept on the bed again. The jade hand pulled up the silky quilt and whispered:
  "Little pervert, it won't be long before you have a few more women from my Yin Yang family around you. You must be very happy then, right?"

At the end of the sentence, the young woman buried her head in the boy's chest, closed her eyelids slightly, and fell into a deep sleep not long after.

Not long after, the only sound left in this handsome tent was the breathing of the two of them, as if nothing had happened!
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Loulan, sacrificial hall.

After a day and a night of hard work, Loulan's sacrificial hall was almost demolished, and all the strength of the country was lost.

The old, weak, women and children had all settled down under the comfort of the last remaining men.

In the empty hall, the high priest was still dressed in a golden robe, holding a scepter inlaid with gems in his hand.

But in the eyes of the maids below, one can clearly feel that they will never be knocked down. The high priest, who is like the incarnation of a goddess in the human world, is extremely weak at this moment.

In the sacrificial hall, there is a statue of Jiutian Xuannv carved from white jade.

Her skin is crystal clear, she has a standard oval face, and her eyes are inlaid with black gemstones, as if they can move.

There was a bit of sadness between his eyebrows.

It was as if the goddess who had been worshiped by Loulan for generations also felt sad for everything Loulan had encountered.

"High Priest." The atmosphere in the temple was extremely depressing, and there was no sound at all. After a long silence, a maid said, "I, Loulan, have been sworn in with the people of Qin after this battle. Yingzi and that dog thief still dare to say that they want to marry you. Why don't we go out now and chop off Yingzi and the dog's head?" Pay homage to our compatriots who died tragically!"

"Hahaha." The high priest heard the words of the confidant maid beside him and smiled helplessly. The laughter was full of desolation, "Kill out, what else can we do now? All the best in the country have already fought. died!"

"With the remaining old, weak, women and children, they can't even break through Ying Zihe's camp! What's more, what's the use of killing Ying Zihe?"

"High Priest, what do you mean?" Several maids were confused.

The high priest turned around, his delicate body trembling, relying almost entirely on a scepter in his hand for support, and said with a wry smile: "Don't forget, Ying Zihe is the sixth son of Qin Wangzheng, and he founded Wushuang City. With an army of more than 10,000 people."

"Although I don't know why Ying Zihe gave up the idea of ​​taking out the Demon God of War and the Chi You Sword this time, with Loulan's current strength, if he doesn't want to annihilate the clan, the only choice is to rely on him. Don't talk about Loulan's final numbers. Can thousands of old men, weak women and children annihilate Yingzi and the soldiers and horses outside? Even if this group of soldiers and horses is eliminated, he can definitely mobilize the army again."

"If we don't want to exterminate the clan, we can only rely on Ying Zihe. Otherwise, why do you think he would let us go so easily?"

At the end of the sentence, the high priest looked extremely miserable and was about to cry.

Compared with Jiutian Xuannv's seal, Loulan's survival can be sacrificed, but compared with Loulan's survival, the honor and disgrace of her high priest can also be sacrificed.

It doesn't matter whether it's ruthless or not, it just depends on whether it's worth it!

"You all go down and get ready. In three days, I will go to the Qin army camp to marry Qin Wangzheng's sixth son, Ying Zihe." At the end of the sentence, the high priest's petite but domineering jade body trembled, and he could barely stand still. All the power is gone.

"High Priest." Several close followers exclaimed in unison when they saw that the High Priest was really going to sacrifice for Loulan.

The high priest raised a plain hand, waved it, and said, "Stop trying to persuade me. There is no better choice now."

At the end, the high priest's body exuded an emotion called sacrifice.

"But High Priest, I'm really unwilling!" A maid shouted, "The reason why I, Loulan, am in this situation can be said to be entirely thanks to Yingzi He. Now you want to marry me in order to keep Loulan." He, and I, Loulan, still need to be attached to him."

"What's the difference between this and recognizing a thief as your father?"

The high priest glanced at the watery maid approvingly, nodded and said: "Yes, you can understand this, which proves that the hatred is still there."

"There is a story in the Central Plains called "Sleeping on fuel and tasting gall. From now on, I, Loulan, will also follow the example of Gou Jian, the king of Yue!"

"Use Ying Zihe's power to develop his power and let Loulan rise again. In the future, we must make Ying Zihe pay the price."

At the end, a trace of cold and ruthless murderous intent flashed across the pair of eyes full of majesty and hatred.

"Yes." All the maids were infected by the high priest and agreed in unison.

Strong hatred is brewing, terrifying murderous intent permeates the hall, and the hall is filled with cold murderous intent, causing the originally dense atmosphere of purity and peace to disperse.

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Central Plains, Qin Palace.

Swish!
  It was already late at night, and in the main hall, Qin Wangzheng, who was dressed in a dark dragon robe, was still correcting the memorial with a writing brush in his hand.

In the palace, except for the supreme master of the Qin Kingdom, there was no one else. Even Zhao Gao, the commander of the Zhongche Mansion, who had always been like Ying Zheng's shadow, had left.

Whoosh!
  I don't know how much time passed, but a dark shadow appeared in front of Ying Zheng, holding a memorial in both hands.

"Your Majesty, this is the memorial that General Meng Tian sent eight hundred miles away to deliver urgently."

"Oh!" Qin Wangzheng, who had been busy writing documents all year round, stretched out his calloused hand, picked up the memorial, and read it at a glance.

"Chi You's Demon God of War, Chi You Sword." After reading what was written on the white paper, Ying Zheng smiled happily instead of getting angry, "I never expected that there are such earth-shattering secrets in the small Western Region. .”

"Your Majesty." The man in black asked worriedly, "Chang'an Lord has not taken out the Chi You Sword and the Demon God of War. Do you want to take them out?"

"No need." Ying Zheng's slender body stood up from the throne and said nonchalantly, "A demon sword that controls its master, a weapon demon that cannot be balanced. Even if it is taken out, there is no way to use it. Let them continue to stay in the Western Region."

"Yes, Your Majesty." After hearing what Ying Zheng said, the man in black agreed respectfully.

　When this chapter is released, Blood Moon should have returned, but I don’t know. How many chapters will be updated tomorrow? It would be best if we could update 10,000 words at once, or even more. Book friends, please support me. Under the blood moon, irrigate the seedlings!

　　
  　
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