The Seventh Bride of President

The young man in Min Fu guard's deputy commander's uniform was stunned when he saw this posture. "Is this the real power of Guiyuan opera?"

When the horses saw the scene, they dodged and retreated.

"Shouldn't crows eat carrion? Why do you peck at the flesh of living people? "

"Why are there so many crows here?"

"Commander Qin is nearby. These crows are called by him. They all obey the command of Guiyuan song."

"This is the real power of Guiyun opera. Isn't Zhuang Mingyan going to return to Yuanqu? Under the music of Qin Tongling, he is simply vulnerable. "

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The crows that couldn't peck followed the bloody smell all the way to peck the dead bodyguards lying on the ground.

When the young deputy commander saw this, he was terrified and immediately took the people of Min mansion to the foot of the mountain: "these people were rushed here, maybe they can't escape. One group of people went to the priest's mansion and informed young master Qingyun. Another group of people stayed with me at the foot of the mountain..."

"No, just go back and remember what I told you." The voice of Qin speechless came through the rain and fog.

The deputy commander's heart trembled, "commander!"

Qin Wuyan holding the bamboo flute, riding on horseback, leisurely walked to the direction of the mountain: "let young master Qingyun come here, don't disturb the people around, what you see today, don't allow to leak any news, otherwise, the end will be like them."

Many people were just awed by that kind of scene. How dare they say it? They want to make a poison oath to prove that they are absolutely tight lipped.

Qin Wuyan how in the eyes of the people worship, slowly up the mountain.

The crows scattered, in a mess.

On the ground lay fresh bones and debris, as well as bodies.

There was only one person, though his clothes were in good condition, but he was disheveled, his head was covered with blood foam, and he shivered beside the stone, looking at everything under his feet in horror.

"Zhuang! Ming! "Yes Qin's speechless horse came up to him.

Zhuang Mingyan slowly raised his head, his face was full of potholes, his hands were dripping with blood, and only half of the white bone was left on his left little finger and ring finger.

Zhuang Mingyan could not even care about the pain of his body, so he suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to Qin Wuyan: "Qin Wuyan, commander Qin, please let me go, I don't want to die..."

"Don't you want to die?" Qin Wuyan played with the bamboo flute: "who wants to die? It's better to live than die, but why should I let you go? "

"With, with..." Zhuang Mingyan looked around, picked up two corpses from the ground, picked up the white porcelain vase sealed with honey wax, wiped it clean with his sleeves, and banged Qin Wuyan with his bloody hands: "with this, is this OK?"

Qin speechless coldly glanced at the porcelain vase, eyes without any interest.

"It's a potion that can prolong life. It's a potion that the sorcerers of the poison Island worked hard to make. It can detoxify hundreds of poisons, quickly fuse wounds, and live forever..."

Qin Wuyan sneered: "what should I do to live forever? To be an old monster? Besides, who is immortal in this world? It's all self deception. "

Zhuang Mingyan is silly. He doesn't know what other chips are available to let Qin Wuyan live.

Qin Wuyan suddenly opened his mouth: "don't you want to know how min Shuishui died when he fell into the bottom of the cliff with me?"

"How, how did you die?" Zhuang Mingyan covers his bloody face. The tears from the corner of his eyes are burning when he meets the wound. However, he looks at Qin Wuyan, who is cold and light, but he doesn't dare to breathe too loudly for fear that he will die