The empress happily sprayed perfume on her body, took off the gas mask, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, with a look of astonishment on her face.
He glanced at Ren Baqian unkindly: "Why do I feel the smell of braised pork?"
Ren Baqian looked confused:? ?
sniff!
"Obviously it's evening scent..."
"It's the taste of braised pork, I've eaten it before!" The empress's complexion tended to turn dark, as if you don't bully me, I don't know much about it.
"But I smell a strong fragrance..." Ren Baqian felt that he had been wronged, and the person who sent the perfume clearly said that it was the smell of evening primrose.
"Woo - it smells even worse!" Lin Qiaole was crying on the sidelines...
"Maybe your majesty has a better sense of smell than my minister? After all, those perfumers are just ordinary people, and their sense of smell is definitely not as good as your majesty." Ren Baqian is learning and selling. If it is a single smell, then everyone may smell very similar . The two flavors can be reconciled, and it is entirely possible that people will smell two flavors according to their different sense of smell.
It's just that the gap between braised pork and evening scent is a bit big...
The empress' face darkened again and again, and it took a long time before she let out a long breath.
Anyway, the braised pork tastes better than before, but I'm a little hungry...
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"Dang!" Xi Wanya's long sword slashed like a gust of wind, and the opponent's weapon was almost thrown out after just a fight, revealing the empty hole on his chest.
Xi Wanya swung his body and slashed three times. With the help of his body's twisting force, one slash was faster than the other, and one slash was stronger than the other. The speed of the third slash was half as fast as the first slash, and its strength was almost doubled.
Several god wheels on the opposite side were directly split into the city.
Just as Qing Yunjian was about to rescue him, he suddenly felt an aura rising to the sky in the distance, and his eyebrows were furrowed into a ball.
It's Qi Zixiao's breath
She knew Xi Wanya was coming.
Xi Wanya put the knife behind him and looked into the distance, then said coldly: "Let's leave it at that today, wash it tomorrow and wait for Ben Duhu, so as not to dirty Ben Duhu's knife."
"Want to leave? No way!" Qing Yunjian yelled violently, a touch of red appeared on his face, his body grew bigger out of thin air, and the long sword in the air suddenly turned into a long sword with thousands of streamers, and turned into a rain of swords covering the entire city . The power of each streamer long sword is equivalent to the power of his casual blow.
The Empress is not dead, if she and Xi Wanya are brought together again, they will have no chance.
With this sword, he immediately felt like a deflated ball, his whole body smelled of ashes, and the wrinkles on his face became more numerous, as if he had aged twenty years, and his body was also crumbling.
"That's interesting!" Xi Wanya laughed loudly, dragging the long knife obliquely by his side, his aura surged, and then swung it violently towards the sky.
A huge bright knife light suddenly shone across the sky, as if the knife split the sky.
People near the city wall could even hear the sound of cloth being torn, it was the sound of the knife tearing through the air.
The sword rain in the air collided with this huge sword light, and the sword lights shattered one after another. As if the sword light had encountered some obstacles, the strong wind blew up in all directions, and some people couldn't stand and retreated one after another.
However, when hundreds of sword lights shattered, the light of the sword became more and more dimmer, and finally suddenly opened like glass.
The remaining hundreds of sword lights swarmed down and went straight to Xiwanya below.
Afterwards, a series of saber lights greeted the sword lights in the air.
After the bang, the entire city wall was smashed down for a distance of five meters wide.
When the dust cleared, Xi Wanya stood there with traces of blood oozing from his body.
"Not bad." Xi Wanya looked in the direction of Qingyunjian, with an expression of appreciation on his face, this was the greatest compliment he gave to the enemy.
But when Qingyunjian saw this scene, another mouthful of blood protruded out, and his face became even more ashen.
Even this sword can't help the opponent, Qi Zixiao is so powerful, so is Xi Wanya, the talent of the ancient people is really enviable, enviable to the point of despair.
"Retreat, follow me to welcome His Majesty into the camp." Xi Wanya Langsheng said.
At this moment, he felt a hint of warning coming from the bottom of his heart. He turned his head and saw an old man holding a paper umbrella standing there looking at him. It made him feel a little creepy.
Chang Tian looked at Xi Wanya, with a smile on his face and said: "I seem to have learned a lot in my life, but in fact I only learned one trick in my life, come and see."
"Okay!" Xi Wanya nodded, the long knife in his hand was no longer dragged to the side, but placed obliquely in front of his chest, with a solemn look on his face.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to do what you promised." Chang Tian turned his head and said, looking at an old woman in the distance.
I remember you like Juanhua's, the yellow ones have a nice smell. Chang Tian thought in his heart, but didn't say it out.
"Chang Tian!" The old woman's expression changed.
Chang Tian smiled at her, then turned to look at Xi Wanya, his face became solemn, staring at the paper umbrella erected between his eyebrows, his heart was calm and pious, as if he was offering to a god, doing the most solemn and solemn act He poured all his mind into the umbrella, and then he crossed hundreds of meters in a flash.
The paper umbrella is still in his hand, but in the eyes of everyone, it is a long gun. Everyone can only see this gun, as if there is nothing else between the world and the earth except this gun, as if this gun was shot when the world first opened. Eternal existence, unseen until now.
This is a shot that can penetrate the world.
As fast as a shooting star
Faster than a meteor.
When he was approaching Xiwanya, he only saw the figure flashing, and the spear point was in front of him, and the spear point occupied his entire line of sight. His heart was beating wildly, and he had encountered an extreme crisis.
All Xi Wanya can do is to block the knife in front of this shot, to block this sure-kill shot.
"Ding!" There was only a slight sound when the gun collided with the blade, as if a nail had fallen to the ground.
"puff!"
Xi Wanya lowered his head and looked down, only to see a paper umbrella pierced through the blade and his body, the blood dyed the white umbrella red, just like the red plum in the snow he once saw. painting.
"Guardian!" The crowd shouted in the distance, and the other two chakras rushed towards this place, but they were entangled again.
"Not bad! It's a pity that it's not close." Xi Wanya raised his head and grinned at Chang Tian, full of blood.
"It's a pity." Chang Tian felt slightly regretful and disappointed.
Fangcai Xi Wanya lifted the blade to the side when the blade was in contact, and it was this that caused Chang Tian's spear to deflect a little.
It was precisely this deviation that allowed Xi Wanya to avoid the vital point.
"What's your name?" Xi Wanya said seriously, this shot is worth making him remember his name.
"Chang Tian, the Chang Tian where everything is impermanent, the lawless sky." Chang Tian said softly.
"I remember." Xi Wanya nodded, and asked again: "Does this gun have a name?"
"No name, this shot is called no name!"
"What a Changtian, what a nameless!" Xi Wanya laughed and spurted blood from his mouth, his body retreated violently, when he pulled the umbrella out of his body, the blood spurted from the wound on his front and back come out.
"Retreat!" Xi Wanya yelled.
Some of the corpses left behind by the ancient army dispersed like the tide.
"Chang Tian!" The old woman in the distance rushed to Chang Tian's side, and saw him maintaining the posture just now, with a smile on his face, and his eyes looking into the distance, as if he was looking at the world that was born here and grew up here.
It's just that these eyes have lost their color.