Agent Evil Concubine

Chapter 190 Snow Shadow Pavilion (2)
The ink eyes glanced at the saint, Nangong Xueyi said lightly with thin lips: "Okay, you and I don't speculate at all, and if we talk more, I'm afraid the situation will not end. Since you have recovered now, we It's time to leave, too."

After Nangong Xueyi finished speaking, Dang even turned around and walked forward.

But before taking three steps, Nangong Xueyi squeaked to a halt, turned around again and looked at the sage and said, "Before you leave...a few more words of advice. The Eagle King is gone. Recognize Shangguan Ningyue as the master, if you still wish to hurt Shangguan Ningyue with evil intentions, you can imagine the miserable fate you will encounter. Therefore, you should give up the tossing wisely, lest I build a new grave in the Linggong !"

"Unless the Holy Emperor dies, the deity's tossing will never end." The Holy Venerable quickly opened his lips and replied coldly. Before Nangong Xueyi could turn around and leave in the future, his sleeves trembled suddenly, and he pinched his palms. All the crushed black medicinal powder was sprinkled on Nangong Xueyi.

"You... are really hopeless!" Nangong Xueyi, whose body was about to fall, let out a helpless and bitter word from his lips, and instantly fell back his body, fainting in the breeze entwined. on the ground.

"The hopelessness of this deity is given by the ruthless Sage Emperor. This deity must kill the Sage Emperor with blood during his lifetime, otherwise he will die in ignorance." The deity raised his head and roared mournfully, his face covered by a cold and ferocious mask, Uncontrollably, two teardrops of pain fell down.

After wiping away the two teardrops between the hang and the chin with his fingers, the Holy One moved to Nangong Xueyi's side.

The sage, who squatted down halfway, gently stroked Funangong Xueyi's face covered with Yi Rongpi with his palm, and said in a voice full of desolation: "Xueyi, you have never experienced an unforgettable experience. love, so how can you experience the heart-piercing pain for your father? You can't even understand... the deep-rooted hatred for your father!"

The holy venerable, who suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, his eyes once again returned to the gloomy and coldness of the past.

Standing straight up from the ground, the holy venerable quickly raised his right palm towards the blue sky, urging the black spiritual power to condense into a summoning signal pattern in the sky.

Within half a cup of tea, with the sound of the wind, the figures of six masked men in black immediately appeared in front of the Holy One like lightning.After quickly landing on one knee, the six masked men in black said in unison, "Subordinates refer to the Holy One and respectfully receive the instructions from the Holy One!"

His eyes looked indifferently at Nangong Xueyi, who was sleeping on the ground, and the saint's toes suddenly tiptoed, and his body disappeared in place like a ghost.

At the same time, the voice of the holy lord came from the distant wind: "Prison the holy lord in the dark prison of the lord, and at this time of the day, before the sage is about to wake up, the holy lord is about to wake up. You use sleeping powder to keep him unconscious. You can stop using sleeping powder on Shengjun until... the deity's plan is completed."

"Your subordinates take orders!" The six masked men in black who responded respectfully in unison quickly stood up from the ground.After lightly brushing the dust from his knees, the bodies of six masked men in black surrounded Nangong Xueyi who was sleeping on the ground in a circle.

"Your Majesty, I've offended you. This is the order of His Majesty, and your subordinates dare not disobey in the slightest." The six masked men in black who looked at Nangong Xueyi helplessly, clasped their fists at Nangong Xueyi. After expressing a very apologetic courtesy, they bent down suddenly and wanted to carry Nangong Xueyi, who had been poisoned with sleeping powder, to a dark prison.

However, just when the fingertips of the six masked men in black touched Nangong Xueyi's body, Nangong Xueyi, who was supposed to be unconscious, suddenly opened his black eyes.

With a sudden flick of his sleeves towards the six masked men in black, a plop sound was heard, and the six masked men in black collapsed to the ground at the same time.

"Holy One, my father. I really haven't experienced the unforgettable love you said, so maybe I really can't feel your heart-piercing pain, and I can't understand your deep-rooted hatred. "

Nangong Xueyi, who stood up slowly from the ground, looked quietly at the direction where the saint disappeared, and said softly, "But... I know one thing clearly, no matter how strong your love is, How deep is the hatred, this is not an excuse for you to hurt the innocent. Isn't it?"

It turned out that Nangong Xueyi had already understood the Holy Venerable's attempt to stun him from the moment the Holy Venerable, who mobilized his spiritual power to heal the wound, covered his hands behind his back.

Therefore, Nangong Xueyi, who was full of vigilance, had already secretly activated his spiritual power to protect his lungs and six internal organs, so he did not inhale the sleeping powder of the Holy One at all, but was quietly diffused in his nose. The spiritual power has become invisible.

And the reason why he chose to fall to the ground and pretend to be unconscious was because he wanted to avoid another confrontation with the Holy One.

If he hadn't chosen to fall to the ground and pretend to be unconscious, even if he hadn't used force with the Holy One, there would have been a fierce verbal dispute.No matter what kind of situation, he can avoid it and try to avoid it as much as possible.The Holy One is not tired, he... is still tired!
Mo Mou swept across the six black-clothed masked queens who had fainted on the floor, but since the dose of the medicine powder he sprayed was not large, at most half a cup of tea would wake them up.Nangong Xueyi, whose sleeves were waving lightly, stood up lightly with her toes facing the ground, and also stepped on the whirling breeze and disappeared in place.

Holy One, my father.Your life belongs to you, if you insist on refusing to spare your life and insist on provoking Shangguan Ningyue, which will lead to the bloody burial of the vulture king.Then... I can only pour a few cups of sacrificial wine in front of your grave every year when Qingming comes.

The night fell quietly, and the silver light of the bright moon was like a painter's magical brush, embellishing the earth into a beautiful and beautiful scroll of hazy beauty.

At this time, in a certain green bamboo forest in Xueying Pavilion.

The green bamboos towered like stars, and the evening wind played gently, and the delicate bamboo leaves swayed lightly, playing a faint and crisp sound of nature.

Looking at the past, in the center of the bamboo forest in which the five elements and eight trigrams are embedded, there is an elegant green bamboo building built with emerald bamboo.

Countless bright red lanterns hung high above, and you can clearly see the situation on the first floor of the Green Bamboo Building.

On the ground of the bamboo building, there are huge medicine stoves of various colors everywhere, and in the open green cabinets on the four walls of the bamboo building, there are also countless small and delicate medicine pots.

Going up the green bamboo ladder on the first floor, the situation on the second floor is also clearly presented in front of your eyes.

On the ground, there is also a huge medicine stove in the same position as the first floor, and in the open green cabinets on the four walls of the bamboo building, there are also countless exquisite medicine pots.If there is any difference in the arrangement, the difference is that there is an extra bamboo bed on the east bamboo wall of the second floor.

(End of this chapter)