daughter in power

Chapter 190 Reunion

The stone chamber seems very close, but it is far away when walking.

She walked for a long time before reaching this person.

The east wall is pitch-black, and you can only see it when you get closer. The wall is densely packed with relief sculptures of vultures, with different shapes and eyes.

Each vulture has a pair of flying wings, as if trying to fly in a certain direction.

Lifelike can no longer be used to describe these vultures.

Their vivid appearance really seems real.

As long as the wind blows, they will flap their wings and fly away.

She was so shocked that it was hard to add, she looked at the vultures all over the wall stupidly, her eyes were a little confused.

She took a step back, trying to regain her composure and calm down.

Looking up again, he finally saw the man on the wall clearly.

His hanging appearance is exactly the same as the pattern carved on the door.

A huge vulture held him in its mouth.

The vulture was dozens of times the size of an ordinary vulture, with a pair of dark and evil eyes, hiding the illusion of deja vu, with bright red blood flowing.

Her heart was beating wildly, and she stared at the vulture for a while, feeling like she had seen it somewhere before.

But I can't remember it at all.

She gasped, subconsciously took a step back, and suddenly stepped on something under her feet.

Lowering her head, a snow-white skull was at her feet.

The skull is not too big, and it is not adult at first glance.

There are reddish bits of meat on top.

She frowned.

In the dark stone room, a sigh suddenly sounded.

The sigh was so soft that it was barely audible.

She bristled suddenly and looked back at Qin Cai.

Qin Cai was also looking at her.

The four eyes met, because they were too far apart, and could not convey any useful information.

However, both men understood what it was they wanted to ask.

Qiqi looked at Qin Cai, who shook his head.

The two were taken aback for a moment, and they both looked at the man on the wall.

The man was slowly opening his closed eyes, looking at them calmly.

Those eyes were clear, like a clear spring on a distant mountain.

Although he suffered inhuman torture, he endured great pain.

Although his face was already smeared with blood, his body was already riddled with holes.

But his eyes are still very firm.

Bright and cold as the stars in the sky.

Brilliant.

There was even a look of compassion.

Familiar eyes, different temperature.

Once lingered in her dreams, never returned.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Big and big teardrops quickly gushed out of the eye sockets and trickled down the cheeks.

Wet the skirt of her neckline and her long hair hanging on the side of her face.

Her throat was hoarse, as if it was blocked by a ball of tattered cotton, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make a sound.

Her throat was sore, as if someone had cut her vocal cords with a sharp knife, and she couldn't utter a word no matter how hard she tried.

It was so hoarse, choked, difficult, and uncomfortable.

My brain is hot, my chest is hot, and my legs are trembling.

She burst into tears like a fountain, and the tears fell all over the ground and covered her body.

Looking at his bloody face through the tears, she opened her mouth again.

Still can't make a sound.

She thought she must be dumb.

Tears flow like broken beads.

Her mind was full of the romance back then, the little things she had with him in the past, and his radiant and peerless appearance.

His mind is full of every frown and smile, every move, every sound and appearance.

He wears black clothes, flirtatious like a charm.

Wearing white clothes, clean as a fairy.

Wearing Tsing Yi, elegant and chivalrous.

He is indifferent and extremely evil.

He has power all over the world, looks down on Kyushu, and alone treats her with infinite tenderness and pampering.

now……

goodbye……

Her eyes widened, not daring to blink.

He was afraid that in the blink of an eye, he would disappear from sight.

He was afraid that if he turned around, he would say goodbye forever.

She once said that no matter where he is, she must find him.

Be sure to find him.

She found it.

It's a pity that it was such a tragic situation.

She stared into her dark blue eyes like copper bells, filled with hot tears, and finally burst out in one breath, screaming "ah".

"what……"

The screeching sound echoed in the foul-smelling stone chamber, and on the empty stone wall, there was a horrifying and mournful howl.

She was hysterical, heart-piercing, crazy and nightmare.

She rushed forward, clinging to the black wall, holding his dangling legs with trembling hands, and raised her head.

Choked and unable to speak.

In the center of the eyes, only his dirty face and clear eyes remained.

She wanted to yell "Husband" and express her heart.

But just couldn't make a sound.

She wanted to ask him why he ended up in such a miserable state, and how he had such a miserable life.

Why, he turned into this person who is neither human nor ghost.

But still can't make a sound.

The only thing that can be done is tears.The endless tears, like the cold water in a fairyland, washed away the scars all over his body and the fatigue of many generations.

King Xiaoyang lowered his head slowly, his clear eyes glanced over her dirty eyebrows and teary eyes.

a long time.

Hooked lips smile.

Smiling, with all his strength.

With a smile, she poured out all her grievances.

She finally regained a bit of reason, found a bit of voice, and shouted with difficulty: "Qin Cai, come quickly, come help!!!"

Qin Cai had been dumbfounded for a long time, and he didn't come back to his senses until she yelled out.

He ran over quickly, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and slashed fiercely on the iron chain.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the long sword broke in two.

I don't know what made the black iron chain, but it was not damaged at all, and everything was as before.

Qin Cai was startled: "My lord... this, this, this..."

Gritting his teeth, he threw away the unsightly broken sword, and grabbed the iron chain with both hands, intending to tear it off.

King Xiaoyang snorted.

"Tick...tick...tick..."

Pus and blood poured out from his lute bone, drop by drop, dripping on QiQi's face.

The iron chain pulled his carrion and new flesh, the pain was so painful that he was delusional and crazy.

His face changed.

Qin Cai shook his hands, dumbfounded.

Qiqi kicked Qin Cai away, held King Xiaoyang's legs tightly, and comforted with a trembling voice: "It's okay, it's going to be fine...I will definitely rescue you."

"Hahaha……"

Hearty laughter came from the stone door behind, and the penetrating power echoed in the stone room.

The cone pierced the eardrums of several people.

Like some dandy who spends his summer leisurely, walking into a humble hut with high spirits.

The whole body is full of chic and comfortable, noble and arrogant and dismissive.

Qiqi did not look back.

King Xiaoyang's eyes suddenly flashed, and he looked straight over, staying on the person who came, hesitant to say anything.

At this moment, the torture of hanging the pipa's bone is as calm as a cloud to him.

Like a spider web in a corner, you can brush it off with your hand.

The laughter of the visitor stopped abruptly, replaced by arrogant roars.

"Xia Xi, don't think that my lord can be afraid of you just because you look like this. So what if you are the son of heaven? As long as you reach the 33rd floor Tongtian Pagoda, even immortals, Buddhas and gods will perish, let alone you!"

Qiqi finally turned around.

The person who spoke was the white-haired Taoist priest in the Crystal Palace on the 33rd floor.

He has a fairy-like appearance, like an immortal in the Nine Heavens.

Compared with the Xiaoyang King at this moment, his non-human appearance is like cloud and mud.

In the dark stone room, the three of them were in a terrible state, and the situation of King Xiaoyang was even more dire.

But the white-haired Taoist priest at the door was brighter than the merman oil lamp, lighting up the stone room.

King Xiaoyang didn't speak.

Tightly closed lips, chapped and cracked, severely dehydrated.

But he remained closed.

Qiqi held his legs tightly, not wanting him to suffer any more, and said sharply, "What on earth do you want to let him go?"

"Let him go?" The white-haired Taoist laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up.

Only at this moment did he show his less fairy-tale side.

After laughing for a long time, the Taoist straightened his back, stood with his hands behind his back, frowned and smiled grinningly: "Why did my lord let him go?"

He took a step forward: "If it wasn't for June flying, the world is strangely wronged, and the beams and pillars of the Chaoyang Hall were broken by lightning, Xia Ze would have executed him long ago. How could he be imprisoned in the 33rd floor Tongtian Pagoda? took his life."

The white-haired Taoist priest seemed to be very regretful.

I regret not being able to kill King Xiaoyang.

But living here, having encountered such a situation, it would be as easy as dying.For King Xiaoyang, is it a blessing?
Qiqi didn't make a sound, her face was pale and cold, her teeth were clenched.

She had to bite tight, for fear that if she didn't pay attention, she would rush forward and fight the white-haired Taoist priest with bare hands.

The white-haired Taoist said: "Xia Xi, your wife, my lord has already sent it to you. Whether you agree to alchemy or not is up to you. If you don't agree..."

He waved his wide sleeves and said calmly, "Take them away."

A guard in black came in from the door, rushed to Qiqi quickly, and tried to drag her away with his backhand.

She refused, her legs were raised, and she yelled, "Don't come over."

She wanted to support King Xiaoyang with her hands, for fear that he would be pulled a little bit further and would not be able to fight back.

Kicking with both legs, refusing to be approached by these people.

But these men in black didn't care about her thoughts at all, they just took out the rope and bound her hands and feet.

Qin Cai was shocked, and hurriedly fought with the man in black again, but he was taken down after a short fight.

Qiqi was not immune.

Lifting the hand of King Xiaoyang, he was ruthlessly removed like this.

King Xiaoyang's center of gravity fell, and the weight of his body fell on the lute bone again. The pain made his teeth tremble, and cold sweat gushed out.

Convulsively.

This is not something that can be controlled by willpower.

But he never made a sound.

"Husband, husband..." Qiqi yelled loudly, her veins were exposed, she wept bitterly, sobbing uncontrollably.

However, it doesn't work.

The white-haired Taoist looked at everything that happened in the stone room with cold eyes, and said with a smile: "It's easy to live, and it's easy to live easily. Jiang Qiqi, tell Xia Xi that you agree to help me make alchemy, everything is easy to talk about."

Alchemy?

When I woke up again, the secret room was pitch black, with no light from the sky.

This is a certain floor, a certain place of the 33-storey Tongtian Tower.

But, not where he is.

She blinked, looked at the iron bars with the thickness of her arms, understood in a daze, and returned to the underground prison again.

The jailer's body had long since disappeared, and voices could be heard faintly from outside, but she knew that no matter what she shouted again, no one would answer.

She killed two jailers, got to the 33rd floor, saw the white-haired Taoist priest, and was tied back here by the men in black.

She has long been included in the taboo list by the men in black here.

Messing with her is tantamount to courting death.

With a flash in her eyes, she suddenly thought of King Xiaoyang who was suffering in the stone room on the 32nd floor, she was shocked and her heart tightened.

"Qin Cai, Qin Cai..."

She shouted, and Qin Cai's answer came from the corner.

"princess?"

She was impatient: "I'm going to save my husband, find a way quickly..."

Can you think of any way?
Qin Cai's mind is even more stupid than hers.

She became more and more eager, and the stone slab under her feet was "tapping" loudly.

She walked around the cell for a while, unable to think of a way, and became anxious all over.

From the other end of the dark corridor, there were subtle footsteps.

A man in black, with a sword hanging from his waist, came step by step.

The man didn't have a light on, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

Only his tall figure was seen.

Qiqi grabbed the iron fence tightly and shouted: "Who are you, let me out quickly, as long as you let me go, King Xiaoyang..."

The visitor gradually approached.

The swaying pine oil lamp illuminated his face, making her see it clearly.

She was startled, it was Chun Shui.

The man who took her up to the 33rd floor and disappeared without a trace when he saw the white-haired Taoist priest.

She didn't know how such a loyal person could help the old master suffer while watching the old master suffer.

She frowned and stared at him, and scolded: "The prince is suffering, don't you know?"

(End of this chapter)