Chapter 65： Crazy doll (1/2)
Sang looked at the Gaoguan Taoist in front of him very silently.
Somehow, he always feels familiar.
The Temple of Heaven Child is between 30 and 40 years old, with a clear face and a weak face, and the skin is very good. That is, the appearance of being tall and killing, is really very ill-educated.
The officers and soldiers showed their swords and poured into the courtyard to surround Sang Yuan with four people.
”Man in the Temple of Heaven?” You Wu raised her eyebrows casually.
The officers and soldiers' eyes narrowed slightly and stared at the lifeless armor: ”Yuzhou soldiers? You're out of luck! Blame it, blame yourself for your bad luck, and take care of things you can't do.”
You Wuming froze for a moment, and then issued a series of light, low laughs: ”...Is there anything that you can't do in this world?”
”Yu Mingming?!”
Just when the other party was stunned, I saw You Wu Ming like a **** butterfly, flicking up lightly, whirling, flashing, and out of the sword.
He fell back to his place, pressed the knife low, and the blood beads gathered at the tip of the knife, dropped, and struck on the masonry ground in order.
He smiled with his head down.
There is no need to confirm the results.
This pretending action was made by Youyou, and there was a natural and proper smell.
Sang was handsomely caught by him far away.
She looked up and saw that the Tiandu officers and soldiers on the third and third floors there had all covered their broken necks, spitting blood in disbelief, and fell to the ground one by one.
Puff, Puff, Puff...
In a few breaths, you can stand still, leaving only the completely foolish temple son.
You Wuming turned around slowly, brushing his cuffs, squinting his eyes, and said slowly: ”The King of Qinzhou has a brother named Qin Yuchi. He heard that he was weak and sick, and had been hidden for many years. It was hidden in the Temple of Heaven. Son of Heaven?”
Hearing what he said, Sang Yuan was immediately empowered.
No wonder this person is very familiar!
His appearance is very similar to that of Qin Wuliang and Qin Wushuang's siblings, but his age and dress are very different.
Among the sons of the Temple of Heaven, there are actually royal families?
Originally in Sang Yuan's eyes, the Temple of Heaven was a metaphysical institution, stargazing, and Bu Yun, the sons of the Temple of Heaven who claimed to be able to communicate with the gods and ghosts, but just took the **** stick of the public pension.
Later, she knew that she was very likely to be related to the Temple of Heaven before she began to pay attention to this organization.
Today's accidental discovery of the ”original drama history” of the dead and dead in the capital was actually recorded in a broken mirror left by the Temple of Heaven. This matter made her clearly realize that the Temple of Heaven is not at all Simple, behind all this, there must be a lot of shady.
Even so, when he knew that the Holy Son was actually a royal family, Sang Yuan was still taken aback by surprise-the Temple of Heaven had no real power in the past, and the Holy Sons lived in sorrow and lived in sorrow. Appear, send blessings. Even the fallen royal family will not fall to the Temple of Heaven.
Unless he already knew that the Temple of Heaven was deep.
”Yu, You Wuming? Are you Yuming Fu?” The Temple of Heaven found that his guard was actually killed by a stroke, and the clear and arrogant expression suddenly broke completely, ”You, you can kill me, but before you start, Best to think twice—The Temple of Heaven is not something you can afford to provoke.”
Sang Yuanyuan: ”...” Shame on Zhong Er's lines.
You Wuming put the **** knife into the brick, leaning on the handle of the hand, smiling straight.
Temple of Heaven Qin Yuchi quickly retreated two steps.
You Wuming lifted his chin and motioned him to look back.
”Cross that line, you'll cut it in two from here.” You Wuming stretched out a slender finger, flatly shining on Qin Yuchi's waist.
Qin Yuchi's face changed, and he looked back to the ground.
He saw the blood of officers and soldiers weirdly making a circle on the ground behind him.
”Yuzhou King! I advise you not to go against the Temple of Heaven!” Qin Yuchi said, ”You let me go, I can assume that this has never happened!”
Sang Yuan and You Wuming glanced at each other, and instantly understood the other person's eyes-this son, I was afraid to buy it with money.
Combined with him sneaking back to Qinzhou with broken mirrors, he didn't dare to look for things in a big way on the way back, and he found that there were acts of killing and killing people. He was doing these things in private. I dare not let the Temple of Heaven know.
and so……
Sang far had reason to suspect that it was this Qin Yuchi who secretly took the'Mirror of Prophecy' back to Qinzhou to let the Qinzhou King see what he would do. Jin Bei, let Qin Wushuang take this big dowry to attend Han Shaoling's fixed wife banquet.
So, what did Qinzhou King see through this mirror of foresight?
Sang Yuan's heart jumped straight, saying, ”Take him back and examine carefully!”
You Wuming made an exaggerated blow: ”Follow the order!”
Sang Yuanyuan: ”...”
Qin Yuchi turned and wanted to run.
There was nothing to do in this man's body. You Wuming knocked on him casually, carrying it in his hand like a little chicken, and then leaned his head toward the elder brother Qu Yaer, and said softly, ”Go , Find the mirror.”
You Wuming is a man who is afraid of trouble.
If Qin Yuchi was asked to surrender something, he would definitely not be willing, and would have to talk about it for a long time.
He simply fainted and asked the younger brother Qu who had seen the broken mirror to do things for him.
Because the flames of hatred burned in my heart, the siblings were not afraid of these corpses and the blood on the ground. They searched around, and soon, they came back with a suitcase.
When we arrived, we lifted the lid of the box and saw that the box was full of shiny gold and silver pearl shells.
Qu Yaer pursed his lips and red eyes, pulled inside the pile of Jin Cancan for a while, took out a small triangular mirror, and gave it to You Wuming.
”It's exactly this thing.” Qu Yaer holding a small mirror, holding back the grief.
It was such a clean little mirror that was stained with the blood of a villager.
You Wuming stretched out two long fingers, carried the broken mirror, and leaned her head, saying, ”Motion is fast, hey, those things will reward you.”
Sang smiled far away.
Only when he asked this younger brother to get things, she felt something, guessing that he would give them those gold and silver.
You Wuming is a person with distinct grievances and rewards and punishments. Qu Yaer made a tombstone for him, dedicated to him for peace. Although he will not respond to this intention, he will never be mean.
It was precisely because of Qu Ya'er's intentions that, by chance, Sang found an important clue far away, and it was an inadvertent achievement.
Now that the whole village has been slaughtered, the two sisters and brothers are here to stay. They want to survive, and they must leave their hometowns and stay anonymous. With these gold and silver, at least there is the basis of life and health. As for the way forward, it depends on creativity.
You Wuming, has always been such a neat person who acted neatly and sloppily.
Sang Yuan sighed in his heart, and added a lot of tenderness to the gloomy eyes.
”Sanguo, leave.”
You Wuming grabbed the unconscious Qin Yuchi, grabbed Sang from a distance, jumped on a short-lived back, and galloped away in the direction of Youzhou.
On the plains, she peeped at him and snorted: ”Someone would like to promise life and death. Very proud of it? Shot so generously!”
You Wuming was taken aback, and said in earnest: ”No, don't talk nonsense.”
She glanced at him, her eyes drifting faintly into the distance: ”You're lifeless, you sent me a gift, is that box of precious baby valuable?”
You Wuming ‘poo’ laughed out: “What do you want, little mulberry! I’m smashing the pot and selling iron, and I have to put together dozens of carts of gold to make a gift for you! What a little thing is nothing!”
Sang looked back at him in surprise.
This man never talks nonsense, he can be specific to the quantity, that is what he really does.
Dozens of cars gold?
That's really selling iron.
She couldn't help but hurt him so much that she was about to open her mouth and saw the dog man narrowed his eyes proudly and said with a smile-
”Why would someone like father-in-law allow others to talk about selling his daughter for gold? Look, he will definitely bring Jinbei to Qinzhou and buy all the money for Lingjia as your dowry. !”
Sang Yuanyuan: ”...you're still shameless, Yumei!”
”It's enough to have a daughter-in-law, what to do with your face.” He smirked and held her tighter.
After holding back for a while, he couldn't hold back, and mysteriously leaned over to her ear and said, ”Xiao Sanguo, believe it or not, this Qin Yuchi, can exchange for dozens of cars of gold! This is a golden pimple.” !”
Sang Yuanyuan: ”...So dozens of cars of gold are contributed by this guy for you, and the gift you gave yourself is just an iron pan?!”
You Wuming's black eyes flashed, and immediately pointed to the distance: ”Look at Xiao Mulberry! There are a group of sheep!”
Sheep, on the endless prairie, there are more cattle and sheep!
”Don't change the subject for me!” She turned back angrily, grabbing his shirt.
Just waiting for playful play, I suddenly remembered the doll who could not tolerate the lifeless joy and happiness, and the two of them hurriedly calmed their minds and stopped disturbing.
After a while, both of them calmed down.
”What about broken mirrors?” she asked.
You Wuming said: ”I keep it, I won't let you touch it until I get the moth inside.”
Sang nodded slowly.
After all, she had an accident and the Temple of Heaven was inseparable. The broken mirror has such a mysterious power. Who knows whether it will affect her?
”Go back first.”
In my heart, I remembered the two major events of the broken mirror and the puppet. You Wuming quickly jumped to Youzhou and ran the short life into a gyroscopic wind.
Along the way, Qin Yuchi woke up a total of three times, and each time he woke up, he was knocked back by Yumie.
When entering the Yudu, Qin Yuchi woke up again, but continued to pretend to be in a coma-then knocked, and his head was covered.
Stepping into the king city, I saw that Agu had led the shadow guard and was there to wait early.
You Wuming threw Qin Yuchi to Agu and said, ”There is nothing to do, and the torture is clear.”
”Yes!” Agu's big face, which usually seemed slightly humble, immediately raised a vicious grin.
Sang Yuanyuan glanced at Qin Yuchi, who was dizzy, and couldn't help but feel a little sympathy-even the dead sent by Dongzhou could be opened by Agu, let alone a Qin Yuchi. It is estimated that before dark, he will be able to clarify the things about urinary kang as a child.
Qin Yuchi found something bad and quickly opened his eyes and yelled, ”Youzhou King! You can't treat me like this... If I have an accident, neither Qinzhou nor the Temple of Heaven will be willing to give up!”
With a glance at You Wuming's eyes, Agu raised his hand knife and knocked on the royal son again-Agu knew very well that the lord did not want this kind of confession, which had to be cleaned up. Shuang, you can see the key summary at a glance.
Sending the Temple of Heaven Son, You Wuming took Sang far away and went straight back to his bedroom.
He jumped on the sapphire couch, crossed his knees, and took out the broken mirror from his waist.
”Fruit, stay away from me.” He drove Sang far to the long couch by the window, and then stared into the mirror of foresight in his hand.
”Little Mulberry,” he said, staring at the broken mirror.
For a while, he tilted his head blankly.
”I.” He frowned slightly, clutching it, and said impatiently.
After a while, he changed his posture.
”Even.” He said coldly.
After a while, nothing happened.
”Oh,” he said with a smile, ”God's stick thing. Not working.”
He tossed the broken mirror behind the sapphire pillow.
Sang walked far to him.
Halfway through, he raised his hand: ”Wait, I'll take a look.”
Tangled, he picked up the broken mirror again.
”Short life,” he said.
”Agu.”
”Little Eight.”
Still nothing.
Sang stopped for a while and hesitated for a moment, suggesting: ”You have Han Shaoling in your heart, give it a try.”
Youmei lifted her eyes subconsciously, thinking of making a big speech, suddenly remembering something, narrowing her narrow eyes and laughing.
”Okay.” He said.