Poor Little General Mu, who was already in a coma, was thrown like this again, and slapped on the door with a bang, his face was slapped twice.
Qiao Wei hurried over, she couldn't tell whether she was going to snatch someone or was scared.
After picking up Little General Mu, Qiao Wei kicked open a crack in the door, and the light reflected in the snow came in. With this faint light, Qiao Wei could clearly see the ghost king's appearance.
The ghost king sat on the stool solemnly, with his back straight, his hands on his knees, and his eyes looking forward, as if the guy who scared Qiao Wei half to death just now was not him.
Qiao Wei heard her gnashing of teeth...
But this voice was quickly overshadowed by another voice.
grunt~
The ghost king's stomach growled.
Xiuqin closed the door, thinking that she had successfully tricked the "dead man", she immediately ran to the backyard to look for Qiao Wei, but she hadn't walked a few steps before she met Qiao Wei and the "dead man" walking in front of the kitchen door. At the same time, the "dead man" was still holding the unconscious Little General Mu in his arms. Little General Mu's face was flattened and rounded into two big ones by some kind of heavy blow.
Xiuqin's first reaction was, didn't this guy leave? Why are you back again? How did you come back? Where did you come in
Xiuqin's second reaction was that Qiao Wei was hijacked by the "dead man". Immediately, Xiuqin couldn't care that she was not the "dead man"'s opponent, so she grabbed a sickle from the corner and slashed at the "dead man". come over!
This speed, in the eyes of Qiao Wei, is already very fast, but in the eyes of a master like the ghost king, it is like a high-definition uncensored slow motion, only to see the ghost king slowly lift up the little general Mu in his hand, without any guilt It was delivered to Xiuqin's knife.
Xiuqin: "..."
Qiao Wei: "..."
Qiao Wei doesn't know whether Xiuqin's knife can be cut down, Qiao Wei only knows that she wants to chop the ghost king with a knife now!
In the end, Xiuqin naturally didn't cut it off.
Qiao Wei glared at the ghost king angrily: "If you do this again, you won't be able to cook!"
The ghost king endured the humiliation and remained silent.
Seeing this scene that couldn't be more weird, Xiuqin felt terrified: "Young Madam, you...you know him?"
"More than just knowing him? He is..." Qiao Wei just wanted to say that he was the ghost king of the queen, but she was afraid that the ghost king would hear him, so she only said vaguely, "Yes, I know him, one of my own."
Ji Mingxiu already has a powerful dead man Seventeen in his hands, and it seems that it is not so unreasonable to have a more powerful one. Xiuqin quickly accepted and did not feel that there was anything wrong with the other party.
Xiuqin led Ghost King to General Mu's house, and Qiao Wei went to the kitchen to make food.
Qiao Wei was still very happy to see the ghost king. The ghost king came, which meant that Mingxiu was also nearby.
In fact, we separated not long ago, but I can't tell when, she didn't want this man to worry about her. She fell from such a high place, and her life and death were uncertain. He might not show it on the surface, but in his heart , must be more restless than ever.
Thinking of him being full of suffering but still having to pretend to be strong, Qiao Wei didn't want to admit that she felt a little distressed.
It's just that it hurts to feel distressed, and Qiao Wei's mood suddenly becomes so indescribable again when she thinks of the child he "talked about" in her stomach.
Qiao Wei squinted her eyes, and raised the corners of her lips sinisterly.
Qiao Wei scrambled an egg and bacon rice for the King of Ghosts, fried a bag of sweet jelly beans, and the King of Ghosts obediently ate the rice, and Qiao Wei gave him the jelly beans.
"Remember to let meditation practice later..."
Before Qiao Wei could finish her sentence, the ghost king who got Tangdou disappeared in a flash...
…
At this time, half an hour had passed since Ji Mingxiu and his group moved separately, and the snow gradually became lighter, allowing them to see farther. Ji Mingxiu took two guards who had been brought all the way from Daliang into Yeluo, and kicked deeply. Lightly stepped on the snow.
Not long after, the third hut they visited appeared in front of them, and Ji Mingxiu knocked on the door.
It was an old man in his fifties who opened the door. When he saw them for the first time, his eyes were a little wary. After all, their clothes didn't look like hunters in the mountains.
Ji Mingxiu politely asked the old man in Ye Luo's words: "My wife went to the mountain to collect medicine and fell from the top. I am looking for her. Did you see any strange girls coming here?"
Ji Mingxiu wanted to please someone, but he couldn't please him. He was handsome, elegant, and gentle, like an innocent and harmless scholar.
The doubts in the old man's heart were dispelled, and he said to Ji Ming: "Not today."
There was one a few days ago, but he was looking for the one that fell today, right
Ji Mingxiu nodded slightly: "Thank you, old man."
The old man closed the door.
And when Ji Mingxiu asked the old man for news, the woman who had just returned from hunting stopped not far away with a bow in one hand and a fat and tender hare in the other.
Standing behind a tall pile of firewood, she listened to the conversation between Ji Mingxiu and the old man verbatim. Her eyes fell on the man in white, and she stared at it for a while. After a while, she also took a step towards the other party.
However, before she took this step, a crunching sound came from far and near, and the person who arrived here with the sound was a dead soldier in black clothes and iron armor.
Ghost King
The woman's pupils just shrank, and the steps she took were slowly retracted.
It wasn't until Ji Mingxiu and the others left that the woman came out from behind the pile of firewood, lowered the brim of her hat, and coldly returned to her residence.
Ji Mingxiu walked forward with the guards for a while, then suddenly stopped and looked behind him.
A guard asked, "Young Master, what's the matter?"
Ji Mingxiu fixed his gaze on a pile of firewood that was mostly covered by snow, and shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just an illusion."
…
When the woman returned to her residence, Qiao Wei had already cleaned up everything except her mother-in-law's house. Xiuqin had never seen such a clean-up person. Most importantly, she was still pregnant with this person. ... Why doesn't she know how tired she is
Everything in the house was completely new, and the woman's eyes paused slightly.
"Grandma, are you back?" Qiao Wei put down the rag and greeted with a smile. Seeing the other party's expressionless expression, she didn't know whether she liked it or not, so she asked, "I didn't move Grandma's house."
The woman said: "There is nothing in my room."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Wei picked up the basin and said with a smile, "Then I'll clean it up."
The woman hummed lightly.
Qiao Wei entered the house with a water basin, first swept the floor, then wiped the tables and chairs, and placed the utensils on the table neatly. After a while, she cleaned up the room. She opened the cabinet door and took out a clean bed. The quilt cover, intending to change the bed to wash, suddenly, a box fell out of the quilt cover.
The box fell to the ground and smashed open with a bang.
Qiao Wei stuffed the quilt cover back into the cabinet, bowed to pick up the box, and found a hairpin lying under the box, the body of the hairpin was made of wood, and the head of the hairpin was a white magnolia.
Qiao Wei looked at the hairpin over and over again, no matter how she looked at it, she felt that it was exactly the same as the one she had lost
But she was lost to the Huns, and her mother-in-law is a hermit in this wild mountain...
Should... just look the same
"Grandma, I want to ask you something, this hairpin..."
Boom!
There was a muffled noise from the forest in the distance, followed by a group of noisy and clashing sounds of weapons.
Qiao Wei's eyes moved, and she stepped out of the room.
Xiuqin had just chopped firewood, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Qiao Wei's back disappearing at the door: "Hey! Young Madam! Where are you going, Young Madam?"
The woman put down the knife for killing rabbits, looked at the direction of the gate with deep eyes, stood up, and went out with the bow and arrow on her back.
…
When Qiao Wei heard the movement, she guessed that Ji Mingxiu and the others were fighting with someone. When she went there, she saw that it was Yan Feijue, Hai Shisan and four guards who were fighting with the dead soldiers of the Holy Cult who came from nowhere. Together.
In addition, four disciples of the Holy Cult in gray and white robes stood aside and watched the changes.
If Qiao Wei is not mistaken, among these few disciples, three of them are the saint masters who besieged Seventeen that day, and the other one is more burly with a raw face, which Qiao Wei has never seen before.
Yan Feijue and Hai Shisan were busy coping with the crisis, so they didn't see Qiao Wei in the night.
The skills of the two are steadily improving every day, and it is no problem to deal with a few dead men with long swords, and they soon gained the upper hand. When one was wiped clean, a holy master suddenly blew a flute.
Then, a group of "villagers" with teeth and claws emerged from the mountain forest.
Qiao Wei's complexion changed: "No, it's a poisonous body!"
Yan Feijue was bitten by these ghosts before, so he jumped away reflexively, but when he jumped away, the dead man who was about to be killed by him was freed, and jumped behind him, blocking his attack retreat.
Soon, not only he was blocked, Hai Shisan was also surrounded by these villagers.
"Roar-"
Accompanied by a thunderous roar, the ghost king flew in all directions, and tore a villager who was grabbing Hai Shisan and biting him.
He wasn't afraid of these things, he would tear one at a time, or two at a time, making the irrational villagers feel scared from the bottom of their hearts.
But it would be a bit naive to think that this will end, on the contrary, everything has just begun.
Qiao Wei thought that this group of people came down the mountain to look for her "corpse", although she didn't understand why even the holy masters had to follow, until the moment the ghost king appeared, all four holy masters' faces were pale. With a hint of surprise, Qiao Wei realized that this group of guys came to capture the ghost king alive.
Sure enough, the three holy masters took out a large dark red net from their arms and came towards the ghost king's net.
Qiao Wei will never forget that Seventeen was so injured by such a net that he could not be cured, but this time the net seemed to be darker in color.
The ghost king grabbed the net that was enveloping him with his bare hands, and the moment he touched it, a puff of black smoke hissed out from his palm.
The ghost king withdrew his hand in pain!
The net fell towards the ghost king with its head full of faces.
"Run away—"
Qiao Wei yelled.
Yan Feijue and Hai Shisan were taken aback, what did they hear? The voice of the young lady (girl)
The ghost king fell to the ground, rolled around, and rolled out from under the net.
But although others came out, the jelly beans fell inside.
The ghost king was furious, and strode over, as if he didn't know that he would be hurt, grabbed the big dark red net, and tore it apart!
But his hand was sorely injured that there was no good place. He picked up the bag of steaming jelly beans and stuffed them into his arms lovingly.
The three holy masters all looked at the fourth person unexpectedly: "Senior brother!"
The fourth holy master's eyes froze, and he took out a large golden-red net from his arms.
At this moment, Hai Shisan and Yan Feijue were entangled tightly by the dead men and "villagers", and had no time to separate themselves. Qiao Wei put her heart on hold, pulled out her dagger and rushed towards those people.
A bare hand clasped her wrist.
Qiao Wei turned her head to look: "Mother-in-law?"
The woman asked, "What is your relationship with them?"
Qiao Wei frowned and said, "I have an endless relationship with those guys from Shengjiao!"
The woman let go of Qiao Wei's hand lightly, looked at the saint masters contemptuously, drew the bow and arrow, and shot an arrow!
A soldier with a long sword noticed the arrow and used his body as a shield to block the arrow.
The arrow hit his chest, but it didn't stop there. Instead, it pierced through him, flew out from the bloody splatter, and shot coldly at the heart of a saint.
As soon as the holy master grabbed a corner of the net, he fell to the ground with his eyes closed.
Qiao Wei was stunned.
The remaining three saints also discovered the existence of the woman, but they were too busy catching the ghost king and had no time to clone themselves, so they summoned more "villagers" and surrounded them like a wave.
Yan Feijue and Hai Shisan were gradually forced to be by Qiao Wei's side.
Yan Feijue: "It really is you, are you still alive? Don't just-uh-"
Hai Shisan covered his crow's mouth.
Looking at the dark crowd, Qiao Wei asked with tingling scalp, "Mother-in-law, what should I do with so many poisonous bodies?"
The woman said calmly, "Child pee."
Qiao Wei looked at Hai Shisan, Hai Shisan looked at Yan Feijue, Yan Feijue looked at—
Yan Feijue cleared his throat, turned around, walked behind another big tree, and booed the boy.
Qiao Wei: "..."
Hai Shisan: "..."
Yan Feijue came back with the water bag in hand.
The woman ordered: "Splash it on the ground and draw a circle."
Yan Feijue blushed and complied.
The group of villagers really didn't dare to come over. As for the remaining dead soldiers, Yan Feijue and Hai Shisan could still handle it. Now the most worrying thing is the ghost king.
Those people clearly came prepared, they brought all the "ghost catching sharp weapons", every thing that hit the ghost king's body could cause the ghost king to suffer great injuries.
The ghost king's internal strength was also suppressed, and his whole body was covered in a golden-red net, roaring angrily and violently.
The woman drew the bow and arrow, swished and shot three arrows in a row, breaking the net rope held by the three people.
Qiao Wei hurried over and pulled the net off the Ghost King's body.
The three holy masters gave the woman a displeased look, and the senior brother said: "You go and deal with those two women, and I will deal with the ghost king!"
"yes!"
The two juniors rushed towards Qiao Wei and the woman respectively.
When the two charged into battle, the senior brother stretched his right hand towards his left leg, but just as he stretched it out, an arrow flew towards him and shot off the thing tied to his leg.
He gritted his teeth angrily, and went to touch his right leg again, but before he could touch it, another arrow flew and shot off the things tied here.
After that, he kept touching the things on his body to deal with the ghost king, but the other party seemed to have calculated his next step, and restrained him tightly: "Who the hell are you?!"
The woman said indifferently: "You are not qualified to know my name."
After finishing speaking, he lightly retracted his bow.
The senior brother was taken aback, and was about to ask this woman if she was stupid and why she didn't kill him. The next second, the ghost king who had recovered his inner strength crushed his head!
The remaining two saints who came to deal with Qiao Wei and the woman were all crushed by the ghost king.
The ghost king let out a terrifying roar: "Roar—"
The long-sword slayer and the villagers ran away with their tails between their legs...
The battle was finally over, and Yan Feijue and Hai Shisan collapsed weakly on the ground.
The Ghost King was still roaring.
Qiao Wei looked at the injuries on his body and knew that he was really pissed off tonight. What was even worse was not being injured, but being suppressed in the net and letting mermaid go. This is a humiliation that no king can tolerate.
Qiao Wei was terrified in her heart, stretched out her hand, poked his arm carefully, and coaxed gently: "It's okay, they are all gone, no one will take you away..."
The ghost king stopped yelling.
Qiao Wei walked up to the woman, and looked at her in surprise and gratitude: "Thank you mother-in-law for your help."
On the other side, Ji Mingxiu heard the roar of the ghost king, and rushed over as fast as he could.
At a glance, he saw the person who made him worry, standing intact in the blood-stained snow, like a white magnolia flower watered by blood.
The corners of his lips curled slightly, and he walked over impatiently.
From Ji Mingxiu's perspective, he only saw Qiao Wei and the big tree beside Qiao Wei, but did not see the woman behind the tree.
"By the way, mother-in-law, I just wanted to ask you something." Qiao Wei took the hairpin out of her arms, but her hand slipped and fell into the snow.
Qiao Wei was about to pick it up, but the woman took a step ahead of her and bowed down.
Ji Mingxiu also arrived here at the same time.
Ji Mingxiu didn't expect that there were people behind the tree.
The people behind the tree did not expect that there would be new people coming here.
The two grabbed the hairpin at the same time.