90 days of spring are passing by

Chapter 112: Draw the ground as a prison

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The high priest changed his voice and said, "Sir, you are right, tonight is not a good time to admire the moon, but it is-" A sneer appeared on her lips, "A good time to kill the gods."

Several people hurriedly covered their eyes, and light spread out from the grass under their feet like earthworms. Soon the light converged into a circle. The light patterns in the circle were like the scales on a fish, trapping the storyteller in it.

Anmuda was walking beside his mother, and was being pulled behind him by the high priest, "Don't move."

Wei Lang was also outside the circle of light, looking at the high priest blankly, "Master, what does this mean? He is my friend."

The high priest smiled and said, "So, I allow him to enter the grassland, but whether he can get out depends on his ability."

Ran Ran and the storyteller stood together, both of them trapped in the middle.

The storyteller whispered, "Just stand where you are and don't move."

Ranran was about to take a step forward when she heard him say, "Before you step on the cracked bones, you'd better be in peace, otherwise it will be difficult for me to guarantee that you can return to Liangzhu to be your Tangshuo." Princess."

Ran Ran's watery eyes were full of surprise and suspicion, as well as sadness and resentment, "What are you going to do?"

Anmuda was also confused, "What on earth are you doing?"

Wei Lang is smarter than her, "Master knows that Mr. Wen is the heir of the gods?"

"Not only do I know his identity, I also know the identity of that woman. Her surname is Jimo, right?"

Anmuda was speechless.

"What do you want, master?"

"Thank you for bringing here the two people I hate most in the world. This is the most satisfying thing you two have done in these years."

Ran Ran was timid and her whole body was trembling with tears streaming down her face. I'm not sure if Anmuda and Wei Lang betrayed them.

Anmuda hurriedly explained, "Ranran, that's not the case. I had no idea that mother was going to set up a trap to lure you into the grassland, and I didn't even know that she had any grudge against Mr. Wen."

Wei Lang stood aside and said nothing.

Seeing that the magic circle had controlled the storyteller, the high priest held the purse tightly in his hand and said, "This is the remnant soul of the child you are looking for. Unfortunately, you will never be able to get it."

An Muda never imagined that they were looking for Ji Liyou's remnant soul, but his mother would find it so easily.

The high priest suddenly shook the shimmering white purse in his hand, and the light became much fainter.

Ran Ran's heart was broken. She sobbed softly, and then, as if she had made a lot of determination, "I don't know why the high priest hates the people of the Jimo family. If you kill me, you can relieve your knot. I will I will die without regrets, but I still ask you to return brother Liyou to us. He has done nothing wrong and his life should not be cut off."

Everyone around was silent. Wei Lang and An Muda looked at this delicate little girl with tears in her eyes. They stretched out their hands in the circle of light and begged her to give her the remaining soul of Ji Liyou.

The storyteller sighed, "There is no need for you to humiliate me. When he comes back, he will say that I deliberately made you look embarrassed."

At this moment, the sound of rapid footsteps came over.

Seven or eight tall Shiwei men rushed over and said in a deep voice: "Anyone who dares to invade Shiwei will be shot without mercy."

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped out and immediately drew his bow and arrow in front of the high priest, aiming at the two people in the circle.

The high priest said quietly, "What qualifications do you have to negotiate terms with me? You are just a clown, a lowly Southern Wei man, and a thief who steals the country."

Ran Ran had never suffered such injustice. No one had ever dared to slander the blood of the Jimo royal family. She bit her lip so hard that it bled.

Suddenly, Anmuda heard a scream. The cry was not loud and short. A gust of wind cut the throat of the man next to the high priest like a sharp sword. He died so quickly that he couldn't even let out a complete scream.

The storyteller frowned: "I've been exhausted both physically and mentally recently. If you and I each take a step back, we can't afford to fight, but you must provoke my anger..."

The high priest said: "Since you have no power to resist, why should you talk nonsense? That blow just now used up all your strength, right? Don't forget, a phoenix that lands on the ground is not as good as a chicken."

The storyteller asked, "Oh?"

The high priest stared at him and said, "Don't you ask me why I want to kill you?"

The storyteller smiled again and said, "I have offended many masters in this world. Who are you, and how can I remember to invite you?"

There was a look of excitement and pain on the high priest's face, and he said sharply: "You killed my mother, and you can't remember? Hahahahahahaha..."

Wei Lang and An Muda's faces were as heavy as iron.

In just a moment, Anmuda suddenly broke into the magic circle. She hugged Ran Ran's shoulders tightly, as if she was afraid that if she let go, Ran Ran would disappear from her side and never return. .

When the high priest saw Anmuda's choice, his expression suddenly calmed down and he said coldly: "If you side with outsiders, you will never be a loser, and you are not worthy of being my daughter."

Anmuda's face suddenly convulsed, as if someone had whipped him.

She stared at her mother and said, "You can kill this person, but Ran Ran is innocent. If you insist on killing her, I will risk my life to save her."

The high priest sneered: "How long have you been away from Shiwei, and your heart has gone wild? Wei Lang, what about you?"

Wei Lang seemed to have been afraid to face the current situation. At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and said: "Master, I..."

The high priest sighed and said, "Are you going to betray me like this idiot?"

Wei Lang said in a trembling voice: "I was born as a Shiwei, and when I die, I will be a handful of Shiwei's soil. I will never betray Shiwei, and I will never betray the high priest."

She smiled faintly and said, "This way my years of teaching are not in vain."

A few days ago, these people were sitting at the same table eating, but today they drew their swords at each other, always feeling a bit chilly towards each other.

The glimmer of light in the purse swayed from side to side, making the storyteller's eyes twitch slightly. If Ji Liyou was still here, he would have known that this was a sign of his wrath.

"If you return him to me, I will only use Haizi for my own use. If you dare to hurt his remnant soul, I will kill all the Wei people and won't even leave you a horse. Your Mohe If there is more, I will hang his head on the city wall of Donghu Liangzhou. As for your children, I will slit their throats and sacrifice the blood of Wei children to Tengger like I killed the people around you. I don’t know. How he would thank me.”

Anmuda's expression changed beside him, "Are you telling the truth?"

The high priest smiled and said, "Both jade and stone will be destroyed. You have to step out of the circle I drew. The ground is a prison. You have been trapped in the center of the array by me, aren't you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the purple misty rain turned into a purple light, the cold air was awe-inspiring, and it took the shape of a sword in the moonlight. He was seen holding the hilt of the sword, inserting the tip of the sword upside down into the eye of the array, stirring up thousands of feet of dust, and the golden light of the array Dissipated suddenly.

My teeth are uncomfortable, so I eat a little at night, and also during the day. I will update the article after I feel better and can eat normally.

(End of chapter)