MTL - Lie Huo Jiao Chou-Chapter 122

Sheng Lingyuan pinched Luo Cuicui's corpse across her clothes, and gently stunned it. The corpse that had been air-dried into a dead bone fell off the bronze tripod.

"The formation is complete, the place is a relic, and the corpse is useless," he said. "I'm afraid he was standing here before you got involved in this matter. They got Suzaku authority, the upper layer of the tomb Those unearthed things have been buried with the bones over the years, contaminating the breath of innate spirits, so those who have touched the artifacts of the Biquan Mountain Tomb are easily possessed. "

Xuan Yuan didn't say anything. He basically didn't hear what Qing Sheng Lingyuan was talking about, but stared at the other person's back, thinking, "It's too short ... what have I done?"

They met again in that humble hospital in Chiyuan County. So far, it has been less than two months and three thousand years.

Xuan Yuan suddenly panicked, could not help but break up all the rumors in this world, and the whole person was drowned by regret and regret.

How many meals did he make for Ling Yuan? None have tried out Ling Yuan's preference for new ingredients.

He just placed an order for the mobile phone he bought for Lingyuan, and it hasn't been delivered yet. He hasn't had a chance to teach his majesty how to use it.

The list of "Five Things To Do With Ling Yuan" has just been listed, and none have been finished ...

He didn't even ... there wasn't much noise, the short and long dream was about to wake up.

Sheng Lingyuan didn't wait for his voice and immediately turned back sensitively: "What?"

Xuan Jie blew his gaze back, and the first reaction was that the lunatic must not be known.

He obscured with the omnipotent sentence of disguise: "No, I was just thinking, why?"

Sheng Lingyuan's eyes froze slightly: "You mean, why has he forbeared until now?"

Xuan Yuan's mouth said "Yeah" inadvertently, walked over and snatched the corpse in Sheng Lingyuan's hand and tossed it aside, half-truthfully complaining about "dirty, dirty, touch", while wiping him with a paper towel In the guise of holding up the hand greedily.

Maybe I will never see it again.

"Frightened," Sheng Lingyuan said, "He knows that when Abyss is loose, there will be a group of demons. This person is a rattan. If he is soft and boneless, he probably has to find a good time to attach to it. Then he dare to show up. It ’s like a joke. In the same way, the Heavenly Demon Sacrifice, which turned over the clouds and rain three thousand years ago, fell into such a hand, and even if it was a mischief, it had to find its own backbone. "

"The main bone still treats him as a spare grain," Xuan Yuan said casually, "Yes, I remember, then the good Nirvana suddenly cracked the seam, and did not tell me why. Almost before and after the foot, Bi Chunsheng Started the layout of the gloomy festival and the living festival. Dongchuan's Ji was taken in the early morning, and he was going to take the grave robbers to dig the witch's grave. Yan Qiushan had been undercover for several years. He didn't touch anything useful during that time. "Developed", the glorious and arduous task of digging the old nest of Wang Weiyu has been obtained-this game is big enough. "

Sheng Lingyuan's eyes sank—while Xuan Yuan spoke, he rubbed his hand unconsciously.

Xuan Yuan tried to ignore the numbness on his body and said, "If Luo Cuicui, as you said, would not even be anti-social to take the lead and be used in a foolish way. I don't know that he is the" bridge "in" Crossing the River " , I think he should be a part of this bureau, not the dominant person. The demon king shadow has been trapped in the vine, and until recently he had the opportunity to come out as a demon. If it was all he led, I think he is responsible for all aspects of contemporary special energy society. These rules and hidden rules are too familiar ... "

Sheng Lingyuan interrupted what he thought was a methodical analysis: "To be honest, what's wrong with you?"

Xuan Yuan opened his mouth. Instantly, he flashed dozens of excuses in his heart. Anyone could temporarily cover Sheng Lingyuan ... In this way, he could enjoy the last time with him.

As for the future ... Ling Yuan was trapped here for a while and couldn't do anything. Even if he wanted to be with him, he couldn't help himself. After calming down for a while, he must be able to find a way to clean up those little children. Three thousand years ago, when he was still so young, he could clean up the various ethnic groups and reorganize the mountains and rivers.

Not to mention now?

His Majesty is just not accustomed to this era, just give him some time.

But this will be a big project, it will take a long time, and it will be a good buffer.

This world is so large and so inclusive, it is not the same as it was three thousand years ago. Maybe one day, all the losses can be cured.

Xuan Yuan is a sword spirit with no place to rely on. Even if Suzaku's bones are broken, he will not disappear, but he can no longer intersect with the world ... By the way, he must hurry up and leave a macaroni, even in the future The heartworm was broken, and he could stay with Lingyuan until Lingyuan walked out completely, no longer needed himself.

But suddenly, Xuan Yuan glimpsed that Sheng Lingyuan's hand dangled into his fist—the thumb was taken in and pressed by the other four fingers in the palm, which was what he tried to endure.

Xuanying remembered what he said when he went down to the tomb: "I have all my life, it is all well-designed, and the affectionate friendship is all imaginary ..."

The words were like a needle that pierced the excuses stuck in Xuanyuan's throat, plunged directly into his heart, and whispered, "Lingyuan, the seal of Abyss is about to be broken."

Sheng Lingyuan's hand trembled violently and was held by Xuan Ye's open hand. Xuan Yuan closed his eyes and thought, giving up: "Forget it."

The glitz, glory, pain and anger of his life are false, so ... at least here, let him listen to a few truths. How Ling Yuan chooses it is all his business. He has been involuntarily. Even if he is crazy, he should let him go crazy freely.

Sheng Lingyuan clenched his hands unconsciously, and threw Xuanyuan's fingers into pain: "When?"

"Just now," Xuan Yuan said, "I only feel when Abuchi is about to reach the point of ignition. In the past, Achibuchi was spontaneous, and it was a little bit of energy accumulation. I still have time to arrange 'follow-ups', but This time it ’s different. This time they were deliberately deliberately arson. I do n’t know what happened outside, but the conflict between Special Energy and ordinary people must have escalated. . "

Once Abuchi was up, he had to shatter Suzaku bones and use the power of the seal to return Abuchi town back.

Otherwise, the power of Abyss will fall into Luo Cuicui's hands, and a ulterior motivator who strengthened the company opened his mouth and waited to eat him. If the aura of Abyss fell on that demon king shadow man, it would be worse than that of the melee ——The genuine demon king has a heart, a soul, and a weakness. He cares about what is lacking in morals and has a purpose. But at this time, the “shadow” is the obsession left by a demon king before his life. Who knows what he can do? ?

"I'm actually a bit scared," Xuanzhen smiled bitterly, "the older I get, the more I lose my hope ..."

When he was young, he didn't know how deep Abyss was, and how deep his affection was. He was forced to a dead end and his sword was broken. At that time, he had no time to be afraid.

Later, he had boundless despair to join him, and he would have a copper skin and iron bones, and he would live a lifeless life without pain, life without joy, and death without fear.

But good-bye to that man, he stripped his armor, and he revealed his weak **** again, fearing that he would die.

Xuan Yuan released the Swiss Army Knife from his waist: "I'll carve a heartworm for you."

Sheng Lingyuan held him down: "I don't want to."

Xuan Yuan barely gave out a smile: "Even if you want to give me love, you have to go out to get rid of it-Your Majesty, you are not connected to Abyss, calm down."

"The broken Suzaku bone is a dead end," Sheng Lingyuan interrupted him, and said quickly, "You can only stop the Abyss fire for a while. We don't have thirty-seven Suzaku bones. The Abyss is heating up so fast, and it will soon make a comeback. ... "

"I know," Xuan Yuan said, "as long as I can give you some time-Xiao Zheng, the helicopter he sent to pick you up, should be here soon. He knows that you are down the tomb, and seeing you are gone, he will come down to find, to When they can pick you up, Your Majesty ... "

"Then think long term?" Sheng Lingyuan said hardly, "Where can I still have that spirit to come again?"

Xuan Yuan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but swallowed back. After a moment, he nodded: "I see, then you come to the sea of ​​Abyss to find me."

Sheng Lingyuan stayed.

Xuan Yuan raised a long strand of hair around his fingertips, wrapped around his fingertips, rubbed his chin, and then gently came over, closed his eyes, and touched the dragonfly gently on Sheng Lingyuan's lips: "I don't want to care about them. Let's just pick a pick, it's a hundred, it's all ... "

When he said this, his liver and intestines were broken, and he still gritted his teeth and spit out the words: "... I'll follow you."

Sheng Lingyuan was speechless. This was the first time in his life that he had the illusion of being spoiled and unconditionally condoned.

At this moment, Sheng Lingyuan suddenly seemed to be pushed hard by something, slamming back, and a crack was opened under the collarbone to the chest for no reason. The two of them did not respond, and the blood drops splashed out. He was stunned, and there was a squirrel bone flowing to his feet.

"Lingyuan!" Xuan Yuan held him up, at first he thought it was what Sheng Lingyuan did, and then saw the silver light flash on the wound, and looked familiar, as if ...

"How is Mithril?"

Sheng Lingyuan held the wound and his body was amazingly resilient. This wound soon healed, and he frowned: "It seems like ... Zhichun."

"what?"

"His macaroni is very fragile. I happened to be in a good mood that day, and when I saw him was poor, I gave him a 'guard'."

Yan Qiushan watched Zhichun be swallowed by white light, and his eyes were about to split. The next moment, Wang Ze pounced on, a water shield blocked the people running around and carried Yan Qiushan with one hand: "Yan team!"

Yan Qiushan's iris has become metallic, and the shield on the ear has shattered into pieces. Then, exclaimed, the metal buckles on everyone's clothes all flew up, and when turned into the air, it became The shape of the bullet, Shanhu tsunami, flew towards the source of the Mithril bullet, and did not care about accidental injury.

Wang Ze: "Calm!"

What else is calm?

He was born and dying in the Foreign Relations Bureau for many years. He received a monthly salary and bonuses that were totally disproportionate to those he paid. He was slightly mishandled when he was out of the office and deducted money. But this was the job.

Later, in order to save the fishermen who died by themselves, Zhichun was infected with the sea poison, he tried to find medicines and wanted to die, but his duty was that Zhichun also volunteered, and he still tried to calm down.

Later, Zhichun lost his mind and went out to hurt people. There was really no way out of the situation. He had to break the sword. He suddenly lost everything. His heart was as dead as a heart, but when he hurt someone, he was innocent. Innocent, he can only put his hatred and calmly investigate the culprit.

But he managed to recover, and carefully guarded his life with a macaroni that he didn't know would be with him for a few years, but they even took it away.

Just because he is special, is it because he is different from ordinary people?

Since "special energy" is a monster in people's eyes, what is their faith of constant size? Is it mean?

The power of the lunatic is endless. Wang Ze tried to pump the water vapor in the air to stop those "bullets", but he couldn't catch up.

Wang Ze thought desperately: "This time we have finished the food."

However, at this moment, the metal bullets suddenly braked suddenly and stopped in midair.

One of the bullets just hung in the middle of a middle-aged man's eyebrows, and almost hit it. The middle-aged man blew a throat and ran away.

The metal bullet fell to the ground "Ding-Dang-Dang-Dang", and a small resin hand gripped Yan Qiushan's trousers.

The white light dispersed. Except for a crack from the shoulder to the chest, Zhichun doll was okay. 2k novel reading network