Chapter 1708 (1/2)

”Liu Si long, spring rain thin, fragrant mist thin, through the curtain, Wutong tree, three more rain, not to leave the bitter.”

In the early morning of Shenjing City, the thin spring rain, like a curtain of pearls, poured into the whole world, like crying, like complaining, like admiring.

Then, on the long street of Baihu neighborhood in Shenjing City, covered by soft spring rain, a young man in white, holding a paper umbrella, walked out of the solemn Taihang palace, and then his high voice continued to spread:

”the golden finch hairpin, red flour, fragrant ears, wax into tears, a leaf, a sound, empty steps drop to the bright.”

The voice of the young master in white is very bright. You can tell that he is an optimistic and confident man. Therefore, this sad song in the rain in the early morning seems a little strange.

Next breath, the young man in white, holding a green umbrella, shaking his long sleeves, squinting at the small number of white tiger Square Street in front of him, continued to murmur:

”this spring breeze is really comfortable, spring is really the most comfortable season.”

As soon as the words came to an end, inside the gate of Taihang palace behind the young man, there was another flash of the boundary surrounded by runes. Then, it slowly opened to both sides, and out came two groups of monks in the great robe of Si Tianjian.

These two groups of extraordinary monks had solemn faces, and their whole body momentum had been completely promoted to the peak. Their divine consciousness spread out and locked in all directions.

After the monks walked out of the gate of Taihang palace, they spread out directly in a moment. Every move of them was clean and neat, and they did not drag mud and water.

Next breath, the gate of Taihang palace, which is surrounded by the border, continues to flicker and beat. It is like the flow of the river. Several figures once again step out of it, led by the whole four black dragon guards in dragon armour and armed.

The four black dragon guards were in a two two formation and scattered around the two figures in the center.

They are the most beautiful women with the same golden red hair. They are nantianwang Xiliu, who has been imprisoned in Taihang palace for several years, and the maiden yuliu, who came from Dongji yushuhuofu.

The soft spring rain, accompanied by the breeze, swept gently on the face of nantianwang Changxi.

Then the top overhaul of taixuan came out of the border of Taihang palace. He stopped, raised his hands and opened them to embrace the whole sky in front of him. Then he took a deep breath, and the voice came out:

”it's a breath of freedom that I haven't seen for a long time.”

Every living creature yearns for freedom, even in the south of the holy court. After the former's intoxicated voice falls, he lets more and more spring rain brush his face and continue to breathe heartily. His voice once again hovers around his ears:

”this is the first time that I have been imprisoned. I have to say, this is a very different experience.”

Although Chang Xiliu's words are plain, they are full of the burning desire to burn everything. Even the spring rain, which originally fell on the former's pretty face, begins to evaporate in an instant, making a gentle sound.

Then, at the front of the whole escort team, Sima Annan, holding a paper umbrella, didn't look back, and his young voice went down:

”Chang Xiliu, don't be happy too early, because until this time, you are still a prisoner.”

As the voice fell, Sima Annan continued to move forward, and his voice once again sounded from the spring breeze:

”but I am confident that our summer air will be much better than your so-called Yushu Huofu.”

”That's true.”

Chang Xiliu, the king of Southern heaven, took back his open hands and nodded. His face remained unchanged, and his voice continued: