Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 803 King Ming (Part [-])
In the small world of heaven and earth, the scorching fire devoured everything, leaving only broken walls and ruins.

Everything is scorched earth.

The cracked land spanned millions of miles, and within these millions of miles, everything disappeared.

The huge grassland has long since lost any weeds, only charred corpses and some red stones remain.

Still with scorching heat.

Among the cracked cliffs, a young man in black stood there, his face was pale, showing a kind of glass-like white, absolutely gorgeous, but also bewitching.

He lowered his head and looked at the cliff, with a deep puzzlement between his brows.

why?Why is it like this?
He didn't care about the dragon outside at all, because only the death of that dragon can trigger the recovery of the dragon in the small world, but now, all the formations he buried will be opened at this time , but why, the formation has been activated, and the hot flames are emerging from the dragon valley, but the dragon has not recovered? !

This dragon was originally a male and female pair, so if you want to die together, you have to live together. The two people at the beginning couldn't kill them completely, so they blocked the real king of dragons. here.

But why, after he designed it for so long, it is still sleeping? !
He stood there.

The thick cowhide boots had been melted by the heat, and he knew that the time had come.

There was a strong murderous intent and anger in the pale young man's eyes.

While he was hesitating, he felt a gaze. He turned his head and saw a fiery red fox standing there on the vast and boundless black scorched earth, its jewel-like eyes emitting a bright light.

This, I am afraid, is the only creature that survived the catastrophe.

And now, although this red fox is alive, more than half of its beautiful fur has been ruined, and it looks very embarrassed, but even though it is so embarrassed, it still holds its head high. They will not bow their heads in front of creatures.

Xiao Xuesheng's eyes turned to the Nine Tails that could not be retracted after it erupted, and a surprised light flashed in his eyes: "Ah Zhu?"

Aju.

Vermilion is red.

But the red fox immediately took a few steps back, it turned around and wanted to escape, but the moment it turned its head, it was dying, and fell to the scorched earth with a "bang".

There was a smile in Xiao Xuesheng's eyes, he walked over, bent down, and picked up the little fox from the scorched earth.

"Oh, so, you little thing is still alive."

The young man grabbed the little thing and suddenly smiled, but a faint light slowly slipped across the smiling eyes.

Did he remember that the little fox who followed Song Wanzhi seemed to have chased the little red fox for a long time...

He stuffed the red fox into his sleeve, then turned around, and was about to cross out from the Dragon Valley.

In this world, there is no one like him who can travel between different worlds.

And the moment he stepped out, suddenly, a shocking sword light struck in the interlacing!

what happened? !Where did such a powerful sword come from? !
Yes……

However, before the thought was finished, the sword had already touched him from the corner of the eye, and then, the young man's thin body suddenly rolled towards the outside...

what happened?
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The thin sunlight sprinkled into the eyes like sand.

This courtyard is a small farmyard, and it has always been the residence of those who have just entered Mingcheng and have not yet been arranged by the hall master.

The owner of the yard is very elegant, and the yard is full of camellias of various colors, which are blooming brilliantly at this time.

Song Wanzhi stood in the yard, half kneeling on the futon, playing chess with Su Mengchen on the floor.

Two chess pieces, black and white.

The fighting on the chessboard was fierce.

Song Wanzhi thought for a long time with the chess pieces, but paused between the chessboards, then shook her head and smiled, "I can't help it, I admit defeat."

She picked up the chess piece and was about to put it back on the chessboard, but was held down by the man's hand.

"and many more."

He looked at her with a smile, then held her hand, and led her to place her chess piece in one of the empty positions.

"I have no power to fight."

A piece fell, and in an instant, it suddenly became clear that Su Mengchen's chess pieces were ignited like dead wood, and then more than half of them died, lifeless.

Song Wanzhi looked at him slightly surprised.

And the man looked at the girl's appearance, then smiled lowly, then stretched out his hand, held the girl's hand, and then lowered his head to kiss the back of her hand lightly.

"Wan Zhi, I've been waiting here for you."

This carefully arranged game of chess turns out to be nothing but dangerous, leaving you with a vacancy that you must hit with every hit.

Song Wanzhi suddenly blushed and wanted to take her feet back, remembering the kiss he landed on her instep before going to bed last night, it seemed that even the toes were burned, as if she had returned to the small world of that day The hut spread by the moonlight licks the body and heart inch by inch with the scent of the fragrant plum fragrance.

Su Mengchen bit her fingertips lightly, and after the girl's fingers trembled slightly, she only held her thin hands in them.

Song Wanzhi wanted to take back her hand, but was held loosely by the man. The slender fingers pressed on the back of her hand, but it seemed like a heavy weight, binding her tightly.

At this time, a weak voice came from the side: "Wan Zhi, Miss Wan Zhi."

Song Wanzhi immediately retracted her hand and stood up.

Xuanyuan Po stood there.

I haven't seen it for a year, but the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy has grown taller again. However, after the blood is no longer suppressed, the boy's whole person seems to have changed again, and his appearance and momentum are the best.

Song Wanzhi looked at him with a smile and asked, "Aman, how is your grandma?"

When Xuanyuan Po heard Song Wanzhi's words, his hands hanging on both sides clenched into fists, his eyes turned red, and then he struggled to pull a smile on his face: "Grandma, let's go."

Song Wanzhi's heart sank. She naturally knew what "leave" meant. When she was in Zhaodu, the old man was almost exhausted.

"Grandma, she still hasn't been able to survive this winter..." Although the boy tried his best to hold back, there was still a hint of crying.

Song Wanzhi comforted her and said: "Grandma must have been very peaceful when she passed away. In her whole life, she must have been very happy to see you grow up and become what you are now step by step. Since the old man has no regrets in his life, we have to do it for you. I'm glad."

Xuanyuan Po nodded fiercely.

Song Wanzhi said again: "What are you here for?"

Speaking of this, the young man in front of him put away his sadness, and then, a thick light flashed through his eyes, and he said: "After we escaped from Zhaodu, we walked along the places of Chen Guo and Liang Guo, and then we walked around I settled down. Then, I met another group of Liangshan immigrants. After that, we continued to expand our team, and we managed to live a good life. However, a few days ago, the people from Mingcheng forcibly Drive us out of the territory. So, as our patriarch, I came here to take back our territory."

"King Ming has a rule that as long as anyone in Ming City can take over one of his tricks, he will agree to one of the other's requests."

"So, here I am."

After saying this, there was a firm light in the boy's eyes.

Song Wanzhi looked at him, then nodded slowly.

She could see that Xuanyuan Po's skill had improved a lot now, but King Ming was a semi-sage, and could even approach a semi-sage to a certain extent, such a person, not to mention Xuanyuan Po, even she couldn't do anything about it.

However, sometimes, some things cannot be ignored just because they seem impossible.

Song Wanzhi stood up and said, "Then, let's try."

go try it.

She is going to try too.

The spring sun is bright and mild.

Outside the palace, there is a big drum. This drum has not been played for a long time.

Starting from Ariake City, this big drum has only been played once in decades. That time, a person wanted to challenge King Ming. If King Ming lost, he was asked to sacrifice the entire city of Ming. It hung on the city wall of Ming City for a whole winter, until it was captured by a sea dongqing.

And now, the drum is finally being struck again.

When the thick sound of the drum sounded, everyone thought it was a dream. However, when the second "dong" sound sounded, everyone realized it!

"Someone is beating the drums!"

People roared in an instant, and then, they crowded in one after another.

The one holding the drum is Xuanyuan Po.

Standing next to him were Song Wanzhi and Su Mengchen.

This drum is not so easy to beat.

People all looked at the boy holding the drum, and then, disbelief appeared on their faces.

"What is he doing?"

"Does he know what it means to beat this drum?"

"This idiot must be crazy. Look at him holding that drumstick, his hands are trembling. With so little effort, he still wants to challenge our city lord?"

……

People's chattering voices reached the young man's ears, and the young man's dark face glowed with an invisible blush.

Indeed, even this drumstick was very difficult for him to hold.

However, he still picked it up.

"Boom!" Xuanyuan Po rang for the third time amidst everyone's voices.

And after striking the third time, the boy put down the drumstick with difficulty, only feeling that his whole arm was sore.

Xuanyuan Po was originally very powerful, but this drumstick was not ordinary, it was made of black iron, just to prevent ordinary people from picking it up.

But now, although the boy picked it up and rang it three times, with that appearance, let alone challenging the city lord, it was extremely difficult for other hall lords.

After Xuanyuan Po put down the drumstick, he began to pant heavily, and while he was panting, the closed palace door suddenly opened with a "squeak".

Then, everyone fell silent.

Then, a grand battle came windingly, and the magnificent chariot slowly came out under the guidance of dozens of people.

The chariot stopped.

Then, a slender girl standing next to her pushed aside the curtain on the chariot and bowed.

"Master Ming, please."

　The second watch is relatively late, and I am really tired. Ah Chui, take a break, otherwise I won’t be able to write the following ~ sorry ~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)