Jing He was a little flustered, he clenched his palms behind his back, bowed his head and said, "Your Highness, Cao Min is Master Jing's apprentice, Cao Min..."
"I asked what are you doing here?" Zhou Yuli pressed step by step with suspicion in his eyes.
It's not that he didn't see the panic in Jing He's eyes. Although Zhou Yuli was young, his ability to observe words was much better than many ministers. After all, how could he be weak since he was raised as a future child
But Zhou Yuli was still only an eight-year-old child. He didn't understand for the time being that if he exposed the gangster's behavior, he might be in danger. Especially now that he didn't bring any entourage and was alone.
The panic in Jing He's heart was gradually replaced by a killing intent. He touched the crescent moon dagger hidden in his sleeve. It was the apprentice ceremony that Jing Fan gave him back then. sharp weapon. Jing He touched the complicated Sanskrit characters on the hilt of the dagger, and heard his voice gradually calm down from trembling: "His Royal Highness, Caomin is just waiting for Master here."
This was the last chance he gave Zhou Yuli.
However, Zhou Yuli's doubts in his heart were even bigger: "Here?" He looked around and pointed at Jinghe with a questioning tone: "This is near the mountain gate and is the most remote place in the hunting ground. What's more, as far as I know, Master Jing is staying with the father and queen to discuss important matters at this moment, you are waiting for him here, aren't you full of nonsense and loopholes?"
Jing He couldn't answer for a while, and Zhou Yuli pressed him again: "It's not too fast, what are your plans here? I just saw you take something from Chu Cainu's body, why don't you hurry up and hand it over?"
Jing He's pupils tightened, and Zhou Yuli really saw it. Jing He lowered his head at this moment, wearing black and gray cloth clothes, he looked like a beast that had just emerged from the forest, exuding a strong danger.
Jing He's hand slowly pulled out the dagger from his sleeve. He used his peripheral vision to measure the distance. As long as he took two quick steps forward, the sharp dagger in his hand could pierce into Zhou Yuli's tender chest. Zhou Yuli will be turned into a corpse without a single stick of incense.
The hand he was holding the dagger trembled a little, this was his first time killing someone, he was scared, but he wasn't going to back away. Otherwise, his plan with his master will fall short.
Zhou Yuli didn't notice his movements, and just stared at Jing He who was silent. He felt that Jing He's failure to answer was a sign of a guilty conscience. So he took another step forward and asked coldly, "Will you hand it over soon?"
Jinghe raised his head suddenly, it was this time!
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It would be impossible if Meng Eqi dreamed about the wild things many times and remained confused about it. Judging from her experience in the dream, she knew that her predecessor was the hard-working phoenix, and if there was no accident Heilong, the barbarian Emperor Zun is Sheng Jiayan.
So when Meng Eqi sank into the familiar darkness again, she didn't panic, she knew that the dusty memory somewhere would be replayed for a short time.
But this time, the dream seemed different.
Because there is no black dragon and phoenix, and there is no wild wilderness.
The villages near the mountains are shrouded in crimson clouds, and the houses built with thatched grass are scattered in an orderly manner. It was only near evening, and there was no smoke from the cooking. Suddenly, the firewood door of the village chief's house was suddenly pushed open, and a group of topless young adults rushed out with hoes and torches. down beast.
The village chief walked at the end. He looked a little old, his rough face was covered with vertical and horizontal ravines, his temples were almost gray, and from the back he looked like a rickety shrimp. A few chief corner boys stood at the door and were about to move, but he stretched out his hand and waved them away: "Go, dolls are not allowed to mix with adults!" The woman hiding in the room hurriedly pulled the children down, slamming the door as if to avoid the god of plague .
The village chief retracted his eyes, took out the cigarette stick from his waist and took a sip, his messy eyebrows stretched out suddenly, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and then rushed to the end of the village holding the cigarette stick.
The end of the village is an uncultivated wasteland. It is usually used to dry millet and wild vegetables. Except for women and children, no one else in the village will approach it. It is even more unlikely that the three layers of the wasteland are surrounded by water.
As soon as the elderly village chief showed his head, someone shouted, "The village chief is here!"
The servants and maids who were watching the excitement spread out like a tide, making way for the younger generation carrying hoes and torches. It was unpleasantly dark, and before it was time to use torches for lighting, the younger generation spontaneously surrounded the wasteland, leaving a gap for the village chief.
The village chief walked in, and under the light of the fire, it was clear at a glance what was hidden in the wasteland.
Meng Qiqi was tied up and stuffed in the coffin, her face was blurred by the mud, her hair was draped over her shoulders, and her ragged dress was really embarrassing.
When the village chief looked down at her, there was not a trace of pity in his eyes, but a trace of panic.
"You are indeed a death star sent by the underworld, and you won't die if you bury it in the ground!"
What the hell! Meng Eqi struggled desperately, and the severe pain from her wrist made her lose her mind for a while.
Is this a memory in her dream, or something that really happened? Why is she tied up? What about the black dragon? What about Mr. Xuanwu? Wilderness? !
A peasant woman watching the excitement next to her still took a sip into the coffin: "Since this girl and her brother came to our village, there will be nothing good!"
Her words exploded like boiling water in a pot, and the surrounding villagers immediately started chattering.
"From the son of Uncle Dazhu's family at the head of the village to the magpie that just came out of the nest on the big locust tree at the end of the village, whoever is stared at by her black eyes will surely die!"
"And the last time this girl passed by the river and saw Aunt Cauliflower's nephew Tie Niu playing by the river, she told the Tie Niu not to play by the river and would drown, but the second Tie Niu was really in the river. Drowned!"
"This girl has a crow's mouth! Not only can she determine the cause of death of others, but it can also be accurate to the day every time. Isn't this a death star!"
Meng Eqi shook her head hurriedly. She wanted to explain that Nai He's mouth was stuffed with a rag, so she could only make a "woo woo woo" sound.
This is not her full-time job! She usually distributes Meng Po soup in the underworld, and she doesn't do anything to hurt the rationale. Don't find the wrong person for this group of people!
At this time, the village chief slowly exhaled, and everyone immediately became quiet, listening to him say to Meng Qiqi: "Originally, you are a poor girl, but now your brother is missing, we see that you are helpless. , Occasionally the owner will give you some steamed buns and the western family will let you eat some wild vegetables. But you are too outrageous. Not only do you not know how to repay your gratitude, but yesterday, you threatened to have a plague outbreak in our village. Isn't this going to kill us? We're raising you to give you food and drink, how can you spell such words?"
At this moment in the village chief's heart, there is an unstoppable fear. You, the calamity star, thought that the scourge was not enough on weekdays, but now you want the whole village to lose their lives? ! Yesterday, all the men, women and children in the village gathered together at his place and decided to find a dark and windy night to bury the crow's mouth. Unexpectedly, it rained the second time after the burial. A daughter-in-law went to the wasteland to collect salted bacon, but a muddy hand grabbed her ankle.
It turned out that the girl didn't die at all, and even burst the lid of the coffin.
How can the coffin be opened? What's more, her hands and feet are still tied, and if she is an ordinary person, they won't believe it if she is killed.
Now that the village chief has to move out of the way, since burying it alive doesn't work, it can only be burned. If you don't, you will die if you throw a stone around your ankle and throw it into the ditch. I can't believe she has nine lives!
With one look from the village chief, several young adults in the village quickly pulled Meng Eqi out of the coffin and threw it directly into the wheat straw pile. The flint slammed twice, and a thick plume of smoke rushed up.
Meng Eqi fell headfirst, and she was stunned as she fell. Fortunately, this haystack is thick, and the flames can't burn her for the time being, but she just feels hot in front of her.
What is this called! Dreaming of being burned at the stake in a dream, what is this for!
The flames were almost burning to the soles of his feet. At this moment, the dark clouds were densely covered, and the light was slightly hidden behind the clouds. Only the fire burning under Meng Qiqi's feet jumped eerily.
It was too late, then fast, and I saw a black demon wind blowing suddenly in the air, blowing the villagers up and down for a while. Immediately, Meng Qiqi's waist was pinched by a hand.
The swaying Meng Eqi couldn't open her eyes for a while, but she heard the panicked shouts of the surrounding villagers: "Ghost! It's a ghost!"
The man who was holding her waist hugged Meng Eqi horizontally, the wind whistling in her ears, Meng Eqi felt that he was holding her and leaving the village in the clouds and fog.
When her eyes could really see what was in front of her, Meng Qiqi saw the eyes she was most familiar with in this world.
"Ah... Ayan?!"
Sheng Jiayan wears a black round-necked official robe, and her handsome face is very close to her, and her cold eyes are full of smiles, but since Meng Qiqi called out his name, his smile faded a little bit. , and finally faded like a cloud that dissipated on the edge.
"Do you remember?" Meng Qiqi felt very strange in his unbelievable tone.
"Remember what?"
During the conversation, Meng Eqi found that they had returned to the underworld, Sheng Jiayan stretched out his hand and pushed the door, and the light inside instantly illuminated Meng Eqi's dark eyes. The hall, which was still noisy just now, suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on her face.
The two outermost rows were standing ghosts, with the same clothes and the same body shape, like a row of black wooden stakes.
Sheng Jiayan released her hand and walked to the dragon head seat in the middle step by step. He raised his head slightly, his face was cold and distant, and from a long distance, Meng Qiqi could hear his voice echoing in the hall—
"In the future, she will specialize in reincarnation and confer the title of God Po Meng."