Rolled onto the streets of Xianjing, Xie Li still squatted on the lower half of the face, all the way. Although the little priests who rushed to and fro on the street didn't dare to ask him, they couldn't help but look at him strangely. Xie pity quickly put down his hand and straightened his waist. He licked his mouth in a false manner and said: "The mouth is a little painful. I don't know what's going on, huh, huh..."

The little gods look at his eyes more strange.

What kind of mouth is it that hurts?

It hurts a little bit. Just jumped up and hit the pro too hard, it is estimated that Huacheng was also hit by him, but Xie pity posted it obviously can feel it, he seems to laugh. I didn't dare to think about it. I walked down and went down. The other priests didn't delay, and they were in a hurry.

I don't know if the copper furnace is too big, and the entire Jingjing atmosphere is uneasy. In the Temple of the Gods, many priests have gathered. Although the grievances in the copper furnace reached seven or eight places in the north, they were sent to the most densely populated imperial city. Xie Li and Huacheng picked the girders and chose the most embarrassing ones to toss it up now. Others have dealt with hundreds of them, and they have already solved them. Hey, Fengxin, etc. have come up, returning to Xianjing, washing Tired. And when she prayed into the temple, she raised a face and made a face-to-face with one person. It was actually Lang Qianqiu who had not seen for a long time.

Lang Qianqiu looked heavy and saw him as a glimpse, then turned his head.

Everyone was buried without saying anything. Junu sat on the top and saw Xie Pity. He got up slightly and was about to talk. Lang Qianqiu stood up and said: "Emperor, I heard that you have caught the green ghost."

Jun Wu looked at him and said: "Yes. However, the green ghosts, the female ghost Xuan Ji, etc., are not my own hands, they are all delivered by the ghost city."

Thanks to this, I found out that the original jade was also there. No way, really there is no sense of existence. In other words, this is the first time that the jade has entered the Temple of God. In addition to the superior priests in this hall, only the objects allowed by Junwu can set foot. When I used to introduce jade as a priest, I was not qualified to come in because of the low grade. Now I am "since" and go to the ghost city, but I finally enter the room and laugh.

Lang Qianqiu straightforwardly said: "The grace is my enemy, please ask the emperor to hand over this to me."

Junwu glanced at her, and for a moment, said: "It is not impossible to give it to you. But, I want to ask a question. After you dispose of the green ghosts? How about?"

At the beginning, Lang Qianqiu screamed and found the sadness to find the patience. This is what I know. Lang Qianqiu said in a hard and succinct manner: "Then it is not the matter of the emperor. It is not that I will not answer this question. The emperor intends to cover up the grace and prevent me from taking revenge for my relatives?"

He used to speak little at the Shenwu Temple. Even if he spoke, he was stupid. Now he is open and his voice is utterly suffocating. This state is not very good. He said: "His Royal Highness Taihua is a bit too angry today. Of course, the Emperor will not be covered..."

Just playing the round field, but listening to a riot outside the temple, one person came in and said: "Imperial, I can't wait any longer!"

Actually it is a feeling of love. He was black in his black face, and several of the martial arts officers behind him were originally betting him, but where he was able to live, he followed him and said: "Emperor, we are going to send General Xuanzhen to go..."

Jun Wu sighed and helped the support. He waved: "Know, let's go down." Shou, look up and turn to the feelings: "So?"

Mu Qing loves the nails: "So I can't continue to endure this kind of whiteness on my head. Have you already caught the woman in the copper stove? I want to face her with her!"

Lang Qianqiu also said: "Emperor, please also give me the grace of the green ghost!"

The two men spoke together loudly, and the bottom seemed to be chaotic. Junwu looked like a headache. "Silence! You can't wait, let me handle the copper furnace here?"

Mu Qing said: "You have to deal with the grievances leaked from the copper furnace, you need people, what good is it to shut me down? It is better to let me wash the grievances as soon as possible, for the heavens. As long as the emperor brought her up I am right, things can come to the fore!"

This is justified. If he is not willing to let him fear that he will not be reluctant, Jun Wu only has to say: "With the female ghost gladioli."

Not long after, the gladioli was brought up. She held a sly bag in her hand, and the blackness of the shackles in her bag. A white thing like a hand and bones was exposed from the inside, and her teeth and claws were smashed and wrapped around her. Probably for the face of the letter, the **** officer did not twist her. Fengxin's throat was fretting, and her eyes were handed over for a moment. The gladioli was staggered first, and then the eyes of the wind letter fell on her "" in her arms, which was even more complicated. The admiration seems to have lost patience. When I came up, I said, "I don't know why your son is filthy, but it is absolutely clear that I am not a murderer. It must be instructed."

He is somewhat rude, but Xie Pity can understand. After all, the affair is a very face-to-face person. A sip of the scorpion has been stuck on his head for so long, and it has affected his position in the heavenly court. It is naturally full of fire. Jun Wudao: "As far as you can see, who is it instructed?"

He did not speak, but his eyes moved to the side, and everyone could see that he was watching the gladioli.

The wind and the amount of money immediately burst into the blue: "What do you mean? Do you think she deliberately let her son filthy you?"

Mu Qing regained his gaze and said: "I didn't say that."

Wind channel: "What do you think she does? She has no resentment with you, why should she be so instigated?"

Miao Jing stared at him and said: "She has no hatred with me, but you are not necessarily."

Wind channel: "What do you mean? Make it clear at a time."

Mourning looked at the pity and said: "You are Miss Marshal, who was met by the time of the Prince Edward?"

The gods also followed him, and they looked forward to thanking them. Thankfulness: "???"

How did you pull him again?

Feng Xin also glanced at him and whispered: "What does this have to do with that?"

I was so mad that I went out and said, "Of course, there is a relationship. At that time, because of your sorrow and sorrow with the Prince Edward, I hate the bones of the heavenly court, and I like to take my knife and turn my old account. I am not, she is both your pillow, and how can you not hide and confuse me and even hate me? Maybe you will hate the Prince, because you did not take her away, but chose to go back and continue to loyalty, fundamentally Is toss..."

The wind letter couldnt help anymore, and roared: "You put less shit!!"

He punched and punched his back, and the swordsman returned to fight. The swordsman went forward and stopped, but the baby spirit laughed and laughed like a crow, and the horror was extremely extreme. and , respectively, hold the wind and the feelings, and the right to stare at the right seems to be thinking about who they will win. In short, the temple was so smoky, thanked for quietly standing for a while, bowed his head, half a sigh, sighed and reminded: "The emperor, the most urgent task is to find the white no-phase, deal with the human face epidemic, only the talent we found. Is the most important clue."

Jun Wu also couldn't stand it anymore, waved his hand and said: "...with the female ghost gladioli and the fetal spirit going down. Bring the fairy music master up."

Admired and said: "No! I want to... What??"

The wind letter also stunned: "Who is it??"

Both looked at the entrance to the main hall. Was it brought by a group of martial arts officers, isnt it the Xianle Guoshi, Mei Nianqing, whom both of them are very familiar with?

The wind is full of feelings. Wind channel: "National teacher? Is it really a national teacher?" Muqing did not call, but also was amazed. No wonder, really, even now, thankfulness is somewhat unrealistic, and it is impossible to connect this person with the national teacher who asked him "the cup of water".

Mei Nianqing slowly stepped forward and passed by with pity. Jun Wu sat above the main hall and said: "Xianle, when you are below, you seem to have something to say."

Thanks to the slightest owe, said: "Yes."

Therefore, he will enter the Tonglushan and explore Wuyongguo and other important experiences. Everyone is listening to the bigger the eyes, not to mention the feelings of love. After listening to it, Jun Wu slowly said: "I have never heard of the name Wu Yongguo."

The priests also echoed: "I have never heard of..."

"After all, two thousand years ago."

"It must be deliberately erased."

Mei Nianqing has never spoken. Thanks to pity: "National division, Prince Wu Yong, is nothing to be white."

Mei Nianqing said: "Yes."

really!

I thought side by side: "Who are those murals left behind? Who was the last one destroyed?"

Thanks to the pity: "I don't know who left it, but I think it should be nothing to do with whiteness or his subordinates. After all, he is not willing to let others know his identity."

He turned to Mei Nianqing and said: "And you are a subordinate of Wu Yong's prince."

"..."

Mei Nianqing did not speak. Xie pity has an impulse, I want to ask him, when the Xianle destroyed the country, the national teacher did not know that the thing is nothing. Or, they are simply colluding, national teachers or even helpers?

But in the end, he still asked another question: "Where is the white phase?"

"..."

Thanks to the pity: "Why is there nothing to kill the fairy music?"

"..."

Thank you, "Why do you want to kill me?"

Mei Nianqing finally spoke. He said: "His Royal Highness, I didn't want to kill you."

Thank you, "Why are you taking my throat below?"

Mei Nianqing asked: "I will lick your neck, will you die? Will the one next to you make me succeed?"

It does not. But that doesn't mean that Mei Nianqing didn't kill, because his reaction was completely subconscious at the time. Mei Nianqing probably also knows that he can't convince him, no longer defend.

After a moment of silence, Xie Li finally asked the question he most wanted to ask.

He said: "National division, what do you want to wake up from me?"

Junwu told him that the national teacher seemed to want to wake up something from him. What would it be?

Mei Nianqing stared at him in a weird look. Thanks to the hand under the sleeves, he clenched his fist and said: "National division, let's talk."

Xie pity has always been faint. The trajectory of the fate of Prince Wu Yong is so similar to him. Is there really a secret connection between him and the white?

He must figure this out. Because he can't tolerate anything that has nothing to do with himself. But he is very scared, and nothing is really related to himself.

Mei Nianqing looked at him, half awkward, said: "His Royal Highness, you asked these, now I am not good at answering this opportunity. And even if you answer, you may not believe."

After a pause, he said: "But, one thing, I can answer you right away."

Mei Nianqing said in one word: "White is no phase, now, in this temple of the gods. He is in front of me!"

Who is in front of him?

Thank you!

Xie pity immediately stepped back a few steps and seemed to want to avoid this position. The recent letter of the wind said: "National teacher you ... you look at your eyes wide, who is in front of you, your Royal Highness! Your disciple!"

However, there are other voices. In the distance, there is a sacred official who slams his mouth. He whispered: "Is it... Isnt the prince and the white no one is... one soul two points?!"

"What is a soul two points?!"

"It is the soul of the same person, divided into two halves, or split into two sides. Half and the other half have different memories, and the temper and the skill are different, maybe the appearance is different..."

"possible."

"I have heard this example!"

"If that's the case, what should I do? His Royal Highness is the white blame?"

Its such a voice in all directions, and Xie Pity also begins to doubt: Is he white? ? ? is it really like this? ? ?

Is it his own, destroying the music; is himself, tortured himself for eight hundred years? To this day, all things must blame himself? ? ?

The priests in the temple are stunned and look different. The wind letter does not know what to say or what to believe. And Jun Wu stood up and said: "Xianle, calm!"

Thanks for the chaos, there is some chaos, saying: "I...I..."

Is it really all his fault? ? ?

If it is him, what should I do? totally no idea!

It was a sudden, suddenly, a voice sounded in his heart:

"No! I can guarantee that you are you, not anyone else. Believe me!"

"..."

Saburo. Saburo!

Huacheng said that it will not be him, it will never be his fault!

Thinking of this, thank you for being clear and clear, and standing firm. And Jun Wu has come down to the throne and comes to him, saying: "Xianle! You are calm first..."

Xie pity is about to look up and answer calmly, who knows, at this time, Mei Nianqing suddenly reached out and pulled out the wind letter waist sabre, stabbed to Junwu!

The gods were exclaimed. However, Junwu and Xie Li are both martial arts, and are one of the best martial arts. How can this kind of sneak attack be put in the eye? The tip of the sword has not yet been stained with Junwu's body. Xie Pity has already found **** like lightning, and the snowy sword is caught in front of you!

The wind letter once passed back to God and immediately came up to the national division. Shenwu Temple also dared to commit crimes, and in the face of so many martial arts, simply looking for death. Wind channel: "National division, it is useless to do this!"

Mei Nianqing was struggling in vain, and thanked him with respect: "Look!!!! Look!"

Leading jade rushed up and said: "His Royal Highness! Are you okay? What happened?"

The feelings are far from vigilant: "What do you see? What does he mean? What do you want to do?"

In the midst of chaos, for a long time, thanking me for not moving.

Not because of anything else, but because he saw something in the white sword.

a face.

A young, calm and handsome face.

And on this face, there are still three other faces!

The three slightly smaller faces were crowded on the man's face, ruining his original beauty and being horrible, and even the five senses were slightly distorted. Half of the face seemed to be crying, and half of the face seemed to be laughing.

This face should be familiar. But at the moment, in the sword-like front of the mirror, it is so strange and strange, and thanked the pity for a cold sweat. This suddenly remembers that the sword that the wind letter carries on the body is a red mirror. Mirror. The demon is in the mirror and has no shape.

From this corner, the red mirror is not his face, but the face of the person standing behind him. Also, there was a pair of gloomy eyes on his face, and he was watching him closely.

The pity of the pity slowly contracted. His movements seemed to be slower, and he opened his mouth slightly, but he still had no sound, and suddenly his wrist was stiff.

A forceful hand grabbed his wrist, and Jun Wu smiled behind him: "Xianle, what are you looking at?"