[Dragon Sword] Book of Laughing and Forgetting

In the silent night, the moonlight suddenly changed.

The dark clouds turned black above the sky, swallowing the moon from all directions bit by bit, the moonlight was covered, there were no stars and no moon, and the sky was dark and shrouded in all fields.The mountain wind suddenly became stronger, bringing an ominous atmosphere.

The airflow among the clouds hinted at a hidden crisis. Jianzi concentrated on his calculations and frowned. The star trails that were originally shifted by the intervention of the Buddha sword seemed to be pulled by an evil force, showing signs of falling into chaos again.

"This is..." Jianzi murmured, at this moment, the thick cumulus clouds that covered the moon suddenly dispersed—as if being swallowed back by the moon, they melted instantly, revealing a... no, a pair of companions blood moon.

The two moons are so red that they are strange, like a pair of blood pupils inlaid in the night, looking down at the earth coldly, peeping at it with malicious intentions.

"Scarlet Double Moon, it's too bad, this is the birth of the son of evil!"

King Chali paced back and forth anxiously, "Oh, I didn't expect that boy Simon to come out, this is troublesome."

Everyone looked at each other, Ren Feiyang couldn't help asking, "But, isn't the daughter of the chivalrous sword already dead?"

"I don't know either," Cha Li Wang pointed to the strange celestial phenomenon outside the window, irritated, "But our bloodthirsty ancient book "Ning Dark Blood Debate" records that the appearance of the bloody double moon is the legendary gathering of saintesses and evil spirits. Evil sons of the bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty races were born."

"Then what to do, Simon and his men are already in such trouble now, if there is another evil son, it will be even more troublesome." Xiaoxia jumped up in fright.

Aoxiao Hongchen stood up, with a determined expression on his upright face, "I can't wait any longer, Sword Lord, Onmyoji, Lanying... The power of the righteous way and the bloodthirsty clan will ebb and flow."

"Yes, yes, we now have the sap of the thousand-year-old tree, apply it on weapons, and ask a few more people to bombard the lair of the bloodthirsty clan!" Qin Jiaxian also stood up, and the three members echoed.

"But..." King Chali was still hesitating.

"and many more."

Just when everyone was about to make a decision, a familiar figure appeared outside the gate of Songjiju, dressed in white clothes like the wind, elegant like a fairy, and stopped him as soon as he arrived.

Jianzi came to visit overnight, and he went straight in because the situation was urgent, so he didn't have time to greet everyone, so he cut straight to the point, "Godfather, as I expected, although the son of evil was born, but because of the accidental death of its mother, it is congenitally deficient, you bloodthirsty people In the classics, is there any record of what Simon will do to make up for its shortcomings?"

King Cha Li was stunned for a while, then suddenly slapped his forehead and shouted, "That's right, that's right, the son of evil needs a lot of blood, preferably the blood of a master, the more power contained in the blood, the faster the son of evil will be killed." growing up……"

The blood of a master...

As soon as the words came out, King Chali suddenly fell silent, and everyone realized something, and there was a moment of silence.

Jianzi looked at everyone, especially Chao Ao and said with a smile, "So, everyone, be safe and don't be impatient. Not only are we anxious now, Simon is even more anxious than us. Our rash actions are in line with his wishes."

"Instead of thinking about the young evil son, it's better to capture the thief and the king first," Jianzi said here, looking at King Chali, "Godfather, I just met Miss Su An when I came here, and she asked me to bring a good one." According to the news, at most two days, three-quarters will come out of the King's Tomb, and when he comes out, there will be half a minute left, with the help of the gods and demons who are against the bloodthirsty clan..."

He suddenly smiled, and his tone became more relaxed, "The decisive battle between us and the bloodthirsty clan is coming soon."

"Blood-colored double moon?" The owner of Shulou stood on the painting building, leaning on the railing and looking up, his brows were cold.

In the bleak night, a small shadow fluttered in the air and approached, circling and falling into the Shulou West Wind. Soon, Mu Xianfeng came up with a lantern and a bat the size of a palm.

"There seems to be a letter on this beast's leg, Feng'er dare not move rashly."

The miserable black bat, with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, kept flapping its wings, but was easily grabbed by the neck by the girl's catkin, without the power to resist.

Long Su stretched out his hand to win the trust, the bat saw the person approaching, and struggled harder, scratching with its long and sharp claws, Mu Xianfeng frowned, pinched his fingers calmly, and the bat collapsed instantly.

Long Su took out the letter, glanced roughly at the candlelight, rubbed his thumb, and the exquisitely printed letter paper turned into dust and fell down.He took out the hookah and smoked slowly, obviously lost in thought.After a while, Long Su came back to his senses and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Xianfeng knew that this was the master's decision, so she asked, "Does the master want to reply?"

Only then did Long Su notice Mu Xianfeng who was standing beside him, his eyes skipped over the bat whose acupuncture points had been tapped, and he answered irrelevantly, "Feng'er, Jianzi came to visit me last time, I'm sorry for not being with you, I'm afraid I'll have to bother you." You go again and invite him to come to Shulou for a gathering tomorrow night."

Xianfeng thought for a while, but said, "But master, Feng'er thinks that this may not work. Mr. Jianzi doesn't care about trivial matters, so the reason for being rude and apologetic is not enough to impress him."

There was a trace of joy in Long Su's eyes, and he was not surprised by Mu Xianfeng's question, as if he had got a satisfactory answer to his lover's test, "Then tell him, I just got a century-old red lotus, and I plan to Cooking lotus seed soup with your own hands has the effect of clearing the heart, eliminating troubles, and warding off evil spirits."

"Yes."

Long Su rolled up his sleeves and raised his hand, and hit the inkstone on the desk in the distance with vigor, a puddle of ink rippled, and a bead of ink bounced up, splashed on the opened thin paper, and turned into a few lines of small script.At the end of the small characters written by the group of ants, the words "Smiling Hongchen" stand out.

"Feng'er, let him reply."

Mu Xianfeng approached, and pointed across the paper, cut out the small piece of writing, rolled it up and sealed it on the bat's leg, then walked to the window, threw the limp bat outside, and tapped it Out of breath, the bat that fell straight from mid-air was suddenly released from its hole, fluttered its wings, and disappeared into the night in a panic.

After coming out of Songji Residence, I accompanied King Chali to the King’s Tomb, visited the three-quarters who had advanced in the coffin, and went to the ghost wall to ask Su’an to pay attention to the bloodthirsty clan’s movements. He ran around all night, waiting for Jianzi to return. Suddenly, the sky is about to dawn.

In the sudden dawn of the morning, birds chirping, full of vitality, the vision that caused countless people to panic and panic last night disappeared without a trace, and the world is still peaceful.

Just as Jianzi was about to enter the breath-adjusting and cleansing practice, he suddenly felt something, opened his eyes, and saw the girl in red walking into the realm of suddenness against the morning light, "Xianfeng?"

Mu Xianfeng bowed slightly, respectful yet lively, "Finally, Mr. is here, Feng'er thought he was going to miss out."

Jianzi's mood is a bit complicated. He has always loved Mu Xianfeng very much, and he regards him as his nephew. He is naturally happy to see Xianfeng, not to mention that Xianfeng often comes here to invite Long Su to meet. If in the past, he Either readily agree, or if you really don't have time, then apologize and make an appointment for another date. I have never been so...hesitating and difficult to decide.

Jianzi was a little cold, maybe Xianfeng noticed it, maybe she didn't, she was still smiling and charming as before, and she would explain her intentions in the future.

After Jianzi heard this, he lowered his eyelids, his snow eyelashes were like crystal snow on a high mountain, it was about to melt, but it didn't.

Long Su... Let me see, what else do you have to say to deceive me.

He heard himself speaking so calmly in his heart that it was almost indifferent, and indifferently looked at the countless violent emotions in his heart, which collapsed and paled one by one.

Jiacheng.

The toddler in the blood pool was thin and pale, whimpering intermittently, "Not enough... these are not enough"

Simon stood by the blood pool, looking at the rare offspring of the Bloodthirsty Clan, with a calm expression, as if it wasn't the strongest work of the Bloodthirsty Clan that he tried his best to keep.

Someone walked up to him, wrapping his arms around him, with a close and intimate gesture, "You don't seem to like him very much?" He said a question, but the gloating in his tone was obvious.

Only then did Simon turn his gaze to the person beside him, and Emperor Jia's gaze was still so cold and lonely, as if everything in front of him was nothing but dust.

His indifferent glance made Timo suddenly silent—no matter how high his status was or how close he was to this person, the fear that could not be eliminated filled his heart. However, the jealousy that had been suppressed all this time made Timo almost crazy, and he fought against each other. He raised his head and looked directly at the other party, "So you see, the only one who is qualified to accompany you is me, Bing Jue Mo, your life community."

"Not necessarily." The king of the Dark City opened his lips and spit out two words.

"Ha," Timo laughed sharply, "Is it the weak and useless so-called Mrs. Emperor Jia? Or, is this... well, let me think about it, is this garbage that is not even good enough for food? "

Before the words fell, Timo was thrown out like a kite with a broken string. He fell to the ground and struggled to raise his head again. His face had changed, his face was ferocious, and his fangs were exposed. Simon looked down at him with disdain , "It's because I indulged you too much. I can give you everything, and I can naturally take back everything you have. A pawn that disobeys orders is not even eligible to be held in your hand."

There was the sound of fluttering wings in the darkness, and a bat flew close. Simon stretched out his hand and had already caught the letter. He looked at it casually, with a cold and satisfied smile on his lips, "...Proudly laughing at Hongchen? It's really a A rare master."

He looked down at Timo, who got up from the ground, and his expression softened, "Get up, you know that I am troubled by the son of evil, why bother to make trouble--Is the child of Emperor Simon, who can make people Did you underestimate it?"

Timo got down the stairs, returned to his normal face, and stopped entangled in this matter. Instead, he stared at the letter paper with a subtle tone, "Is this your new partner?"

Simon nodded silently, and suddenly said: "The peak of the three religions in the Central Plains, which one do you like?"

"Which one do you like?" Timo licked his fangs. Seeing that Simon didn't respond, he thought about it casually, "I fought with him before, that white one. He is a strong man. His blood will definitely give me strength." Big increase."

"Oh?" Simon was noncommittal, destroyed the letter paper, and slowly sprinkled the pieces on the ground, "I like the purple one better." After saying that, he felt the strength of Timo holding his arm suddenly increased. Simon smiled silently, suddenly Turning around, the long black cloak was raised, covering the people around him. Simon pinched Timo's chin and fiddled with the cross on his top hat with one hand. He felt Timo's sudden and rapid breathing, and his lips curled up slowly. With a cold smile, "So, don't let me down, my Lord Bingjue."