Sang hung a sigh of relief and turned his head slowly.
Behind him, there is only a neat and luxurious jade couch.
"call-"
She couldn't help laughing secretly, she was really suspicious.
This is the capital of heaven!
In the palace of the emperor, how could something weird sneak in
When the thoughts turned, she was inexplicably stunned-subconsciously, she didn't feel that the aura that disturbed her was faint and lifeless.
Because she just subconsciously felt repelled and terrified.
If it is You Wuming, she shouldn't feel this way.
So... what should it be
She stopped asking herself.
If You Wuming really secretly followed her, sneaking into her residence at night... What would it be
She should be able to accompany him in acting with a smile.
Thinking like this, a misty smile appeared on the corners of her lips unconsciously.
Just as her mind was slightly relaxed, another faintly smelly air flow brushed her cheeks!
Sang Yuan's eyes widened suddenly.
The scalp was numb and twitched slightly.
She was pretty sure that there was nothing in front of her.
Although this world is illusory, even the female emperor with the highest cultivation level is only a powerhouse of the Nine Heavens in the Ling Yao realm, and there is no such thing as flying invisible.
As for things like ghosts... As in the world before, some people always say they have seen them, but in fact, no one can show evidence of the real existence of this thing.
She calmed down, got up slowly, walked to the side of a bright candle next to the jade couch, picked up a long slender gold ticket and dialed the candle.
The hall is brighter.
She slowly walked towards the hall door.
No obstacles were encountered. She calmed her heartbeat, her face was as usual, and she even paused for a moment when her fingertips fell on the door.
Confirming that the'things' in the temple would not prevent her from leaving, she gently opened the door.
He cast his eyes forward and froze in place.
Outside the hall, it was supposed to be a tenth-level white jade step, and there was a spacious vestibule under the steps, planted with bright osmanthus.
However, what appeared in front of her at this moment was a dense black forest. The soil on the ground was full of rotting fishy smell. Several tombstones were inserted crookedly on the weird uplift of soil. It was not a good thing at first sight.
She lowered her head and saw that the stinky black soil had spread all the way to the threshold.
Another air current hit her back and landed on the back of her neck.
Sang Yuan calmly closed the door of the hall, turning around and muttering to himself: "It's so late, it's not easy to disturb my father and brother... How many ways to write fennel and fennel?"
She clearly felt that not far in front of her, someone seemed to choke heavily.
Under the large and luxurious white robe, her legs were actually trembling non-stop.
She knows that you must not panic at this time. Self-conflict is a dead end.
There are only two possibilities for this situation.
One is ghost.
The second is the psychedelic array.
No matter what it is, the call for help is impossible to be heard, and it will only startle the snake.
She took two deep breaths, and slowly climbed back to the jade couch with her knees folded. She actually went to practice.
At this time, the mind is chaotic, and it is impossible to enter the concentration.
What she doesn't need is to settle down.
She only needs to sense Lingyun a little bit.
Soon, the looming small cyan light particles gathered.
This time, she'sees' clearly, among the cyan light particles, a human-shaped shadow dangling by her side, bringing her face in front of her from time to time.
Although you can't see the five senses, just looking at this form of action, you can see that it is extremely indecent and indecent. Sang has only seen the thin bamboo pole-like figure not long ago.
Another fishy wind blows on his face.
Ghost image sniffed her neck, and Nightmare straightened her body, as if enjoying the dessert before the meal.
Sang Yuanyuan remained still, and said quietly, "Jiang Jinzhen."
The ghost shook violently, as if he was taken aback.
Sang Yuanyuan was certain in his heart.
The old waiter once said that only the Jiang family can move in these palaces. The place where she is located must be Jiang's junior.
It is not unusual for someone like Jiang Jinzhen to get some weird moths in the place where he usually lives.
Hold on...
Just when the ghost image thought that she had been seen through by Sang Yuan, she listened to her faintly muttering to herself: "I don't know if Jiang Jinzhen really wants to marry me. After all, I am a divorced person. I am afraid it will not be easy to marry again."
"After the agreement is resolved, if he is born to beg, it is not impossible to consider it. After all, Jiang's family is the emperor's mother... This time the father and the king have committed an incident, if he can get close to the Jiang family, I am afraid that the emperor's thunderous anger can be slightly dispelled. "
She saw the ghost's shoulders rise and fall sharply, and she looked very excited.
There was a coldness in her heart, but the faint sadness still appeared on her face.
Although Jiang Jinzhen is a dude, he has been practicing since he was a child. If she remembers correctly, he should be a cultivator of the first or second level of the spiritual realm, and she can't beat it at all.
In addition, I don't know what strange formation he has set up here. Once she opens her eyes, she can't catch his trace at all, and if she insists on it, she must suffer a big loss.
So she deliberately drew a piece of cake for him and asked him to look farther. In order to be able to hold the beauties in the future, she will retreat honestly today and stop thinking about it.
She still closed her eyes, her hands hidden under her wide sleeves, and tightly grasped the gold candlestick that had just been hidden.
The ghost began to tremble.
As if laughing.
"I want to be beautiful..." A distorted voice floated out.
Sang Yuanyuan's heart shuddered.
"If it is really called Jiang Jinzhen to marry you, then I will have no hope! I didn't expect that the Sang Princess has eyes and no beads, and even Jiang Jinzhen can see such waste!"
Sang Yuanyuan drew a cold breath, suddenly feeling bad. She pretended to be shocked and muttered to herself: "What, what sound..."
"Kill you, everyone would just think that Jiang Jinzhen did it! The throne is mine!"
It's Jiang Jinzhen's younger brother Jiang Jinpeng!
Following Jiang Jinzhen, the second son of King Jiang Zhou with a gloomy face.
Sang Yuanyuan scolded Juniang viciously in his heart. This person's sense of existence is too low. Following Jiang Jinzhen, everyone will unconsciously ignore him!
Unexpectedly, it was a very thoughtful one.
So, no matter what she says or does tonight, there will be no change in the result. Jiang Jinpeng, he had the heart to kill and lay the blame!
The ghost passed through the cyan wood spirit Yun light grain, and rushed straight towards her.
Sang Yuanyuan's body was tight, his nails were pinched into his palms, and he clenched the gold pick for picking candles.
She has accumulated all her strength.
Just when the ghost brought the fishy wind on her and was about to push her down into the jade couch, Sang Yuanyuan suddenly raised his hand and pierced it down according to the position of the opponent's eyes!
"Puff."
After a moment of weird silence, heart-piercing howls resounded throughout the hall.
A wisp of white blood appeared in the air, and the gold lottery was hanging in the air. Sang shrank away and rolled, escaping from the person to behind the candlestick.
Although the monk trains his body, he also has a door. When undefended, the eyes are the biggest weakness. Jiang Jinpeng was occupying her and couldn't see him, so he didn't have the slightest defense at all.
She quickly took another golden sign and held it in the palm of her hand, her heart beating frantically in her chest, her nerves tense to the extreme.
Such screams did not attract the attention of others. Like her guess, this psychedelic array is absolutely soundproof.
I saw the figure grabbing a raincoat-like transparent cover from his body, panting heavily, and drew out the golden lottery that had penetrated his eyes, staring at her fiercely with one eye.
It is Jiang Jinpeng.
"Okay... Dare to play with me... Very good..."
"Jiang Jinpeng, calm down." Sang Yuan's voice sounded in a light or serious voice, "You have hurt your eyes, and you can't blame Jiang Jinzhen anymore. It's better to withdraw the psychedelic array. I promise you will never pursue tonight's affairs, how about?"
Jiang Jinzhen's face twisted and convulsed frantically, without a word, he strode towards Sang far away.
Sang watched his look from afar, and knew that this person was about to break the jar.
With half of his face blood stained, Jiang Jinpeng's grinning grin was terrifying: "What if I hurt my eyes? No one cares about me at all. Even if my two eyes are broken, no one will notice if I don't say anything! No matter how hard I try, no one can ever see it!"
"Ha, ha ha ha, and what about Jiang Jinzhen? He has done all his bad things and can easily get the position of the son of the world, so many people are holding him!"
"Even the imperial palace is his happy place! He set up this maze and secret path. I don't know how many tricks he played here! My beloved Xiao Yushu, she died so miserably!"
In those eyes, blood and tears flowed together.
"Yes, I really can't do anything with Jiang Jin, but I can kill someone with a knife... Hahaha, when you die, my aunt will definitely check it out. Once you check, it's all Jiang Jinzhen's crime! Ha, hahahaha!"
He waved his arms, the wind was blowing under his feet, he jumped to Sang Yuan's side, and easily twisted her.
The strength gap is too big!
He pinched her to the ground, restrained her, strangled her neck with one hand, clenched a fist in the other, and slammed her on the head heavily.
She held on, raising her hand to block his fist.
The back of his hand hit his forehead, and there was a dull pain in his palm.
She quietly clenched the gold stick hidden in the other sleeve, bit her tongue to stay awake, ready to take a hard punch, and then pretended to be dizzy. When he was most relaxed, she would give him a fatal blow!
Just do your best to get into the artery on the side of the neck...
Her eyes seemed weak and loose, but in fact, her mind was all focused on the opponent's fatal weakness.
Jiang Jinpeng raised his iron fist again.
When he was about to hit the beautiful and fragile head severely in front of him, his movements suddenly stagnated, his eyes widened, and his head slowly lowered.
I saw a huge black knife pressed against the side of his neck, the cold blade pressed against his skin, and the ghostly figure behind him gently approached, exhaling gently in his ear.
"Let go, hands."
Jiang Jinpeng gasped in a loud breath.
Crazy mind, very clear for a moment.
This black knife is too recognizable, and with that gloomy voice, it won't work if you don't want to recognize it.
Jiang Jinpeng is like falling into an ice cave. It's that person! That person, how could he be here! How can it be!
Jiang Jinpeng trembled all over, released Sang Yuan in a hurry, was forced by the knife, stood up slowly, and then stiffened and trembled in place like a quail that had been acupointed. He didn't even dare to breathe. , His face flushed.
The blade turned half an arc against his neck gracefully. The man in black came out slowly from behind him, pulled the mask, his long eyes were slightly slanted, and the corners of his lips made a gentle curve.
"Really good."