I have a portable prison

"Minister, it's all right."

While the vehicle was driving, Zhang Kang grabbed the back of the seat in front of him and stood up straight, saying in a deep voice, "Send the picture over here."

The subordinate was holding a laptop, and the computer screen was still blurred at first, but soon, the aura door appeared under the night vision lens. Scratching his neck, he gasped when he saw such a scene. At this time, the text message came, and the subordinate hurriedly opened the message. After reading it, his face was a little pale, and he stammered: "Analyzed by the external staff, there are at least tens of thousands of demons under the door." Class! As for whether there is a main messenger, it is still unclear..."

"I don't know, or I don't want to know," Zhang Kang said coldly, "With such a large gathering, I don't believe that not even one person has received the news."

No one in the car dared to respond. Anyway, I really answered the sentence that I am not of my race. I usually yell that this is not fair, that is not fair, so what is fair, and if something happens, the monsters still hug each other and even click. The wind refuses to reveal that human beings are still good neighbors during the day in their eyes, and they sell out at night if they say they sell it, and they really serve it as a snack when they say that they are drinking and drinking. The only prison warden who has come out is the only one who will not let him go , Now I don't know what to do, if all the doors are opened, the consequences will be disastrous.

At this time, scolding is useless, Zhang Kang said seriously: "What about the other sects, is there anything unusual?"

The subordinate breathed a sigh of relief: "None."

While Zhang Kang was staring at the screen, the others didn't even have to pant. The driver listened to the silence behind him and stepped on the gas pedal frantically. At this moment, the ear-piercing bell rang suddenly, making everyone tremble.

"Yes, sorry!"

A person in the back row frantically fumbled for his mobile phone. The next moment, the mobile phones of everyone in the car rang. Zhang Kang just glanced at the others, and the coat pocket on his chest was buzzing and vibrating non-stop.

Everyone was at a loss with their mobile phones, and there was a creepy feeling when they looked at each other—something must have happened.

Zhang Kang picked it up first: "Director."

The phone call was surprisingly short, it didn't even arrive for a minute, Zhang Kang's face didn't even change, but when he put down the phone, the other people's stunned and shocked eyes fell on him involuntarily.

The subordinate holding the notebook wiped the sweat from his brow: "Minister, Hai Jing's 'door'...is opened, and now the surrounding spiritual energy is flowing so strongly that it is almost sucked away by the door."

At the same time, the picture taken by the drone became more blurred and was blocked by bursts of fog. It was almost impossible to see the specific situation under the door. This kind of situation has happened before, and the only way to send messages back manually is to increase the risk factor. A few levels.

Zhang Kang didn't speak, put the phone back into his coat, and opened the car window.

The moist and cool wind swept into the car in an instant, and the rich aura suddenly filled the small space in the car.

He withdrew his palm from the window, the palm was as cool as his cheek, but when it reached the bottom of his heart, it turned into an ice-like chill.

"It's not just Haijing." After saying this, Zhang Kang seemed much calmer than before, but everyone who heard it felt tense: "All the doors are open."

After the door was opened, he frantically absorbed the spiritual energy from the outside world, which meant that this door was indeed the same as the one on the Liangzhou Ranch. This was the worst case scenario. Finally, someone asked: "Minister, what will happen next...?"

Zhang Kang glanced at the speaker, who flinched for a moment, until someone beside him answered for Zhang Kang: "Silly, don't you remember the test data from that door in Liangzhou? Think about it!"

That's what you say, but who dares to think deeply about this matter?

With the concentration of spiritual energy inside the gates of the Liangzhou Ranch, if all the gates can absorb so much, how many years, or months, can the spiritual energy from the outside world last?

It's okay to return to before the restart of the spiritual energy, but what if it is not as good as before the restart of the spiritual energy?

Human beings have spiritual roots and veins, have genetic mutations, and awaken to their ancestors.If there is no aura in the outside world, wouldn't it be like a fish out of water, these people whose bodies have adapted to the aura, can really survive?

What a huge number that is, how many cemeteries will be built and how many chaos will be quelled before mankind rebuilds the world again?

Just thinking of this, some people are already sweating nervously, and the wet and windy wind around them is more like steam rolling away, making these front-line personnel feel hot and restless!

……

The chest of the black box rose and fell violently, and he looked up at the dark mist under the night, his eyes burning as if trying to penetrate it—Zhao Qiqiu, is he still alive? !

This joke is a bit too big! !

The black box grinned silently, as if attracted by some strange phenomenon, and couldn't help but take a step closer to the solidified black mist. Unexpectedly, at this moment, with a tingling coolness on the neck, the black box stopped.

His gaze moved down slowly, and he saw a bone-chopping knife whose proportions were exaggerated compared to his own neck, which was tightly attached to the flesh. After a short stalemate, warm blood beads had slowly soaked the neckline .

Long knives, small knives, bone-chopping knives, kitchen knives, axes, and iron rods. Today, there is only one person who dares to use such a "casual" weapon to cut the neck of a monster. Thinking of the current situation and the wound on the abdomen that is far from healing, the black box can't help but feel a little stiff .

[It seems that our warden is really prepared, ] the black box squeezed out a smile: [Such a vicious dog has been released a long time ago. 】

The voice of the black box fell, the eyes of the six-eared macaque fell on him like lightning, and even the upturned thick fog in front of him was agitated, but for some reason, the monsters covering Zhao Qiqiu's "corpse" turned out to be like As if stuck together by something, they could only make vague movements, but otherwise, there was still no response.

The person behind him didn't speak, just a cold snort, the tighter blade made the black box's scalp tingle, and in an instant, the invisible electric wave spread rapidly——

[Wait, wait a minute!Bright Building! 】

The hand holding the handle of the knife stopped as expected, the throat of the black box rolled slightly, but the eyes looked back provocatively: 【You are from the New Bureau after all, so using a knife to threaten the life of an ordinary person like this is not good, right? 】

The broadcast was turned on, and there were countless listeners on the opposite side. A smile appeared on the young face of the black box: [I didn't do anything, you want to be a murderer...]

The sound of the black box stopped abruptly, and in an instant, the black box broadcast that filled everyone's ears disappeared suddenly, just like when it suddenly appeared many years ago.

This order caused countless people to open their eyes wide at night, especially the black box itself, who staggered and turned around in disbelief. The next second, he belatedly covered his neck, and a bone-deep crack surged out. The dark liquid quickly took away his body temperature.

"Black box, you should have died a long time ago." A cold voice behind him said so.

When it saw the person standing in front of it, the black box took a deep breath, but coughed up a lot of blood in the next moment.

Mingming Building?

The person standing in front of him was clearly the young deputy minister, but his slovenly appearance, bottomless eyes, and faint sneer on his lips were all telling the black box how serious his attempt to negotiate conditions was. ridiculous!

Yes, I've seen it for a long time, this guy is originally...

madman!

The black box swayed and fell down, and a person stepped over him, looking at the back from the corner of the eye, the black box wanted to laugh, but its mouth was filled with gushing blood.

[Zi Zi - Zi -]

After a moment of poor signal, a rare and serious sentence suddenly sounded in the minds of all the audience.

[Friends, Zhao Qiqiu...isn't dead! 】

……

The six-eared macaque looked away from the dead Yasha, disregarding the humans walking towards him, his face gradually distorted.

"well!"

As he said that, the brown and black pupils in his eyes suddenly expanded, and at first glance, those eyes had completely lost their human appearance.

Stretching out his skinny hands from his sleeves, he smiled grimly: "Your son sent you to the door by himself. It's due to fate. If you have the guts to speak out, why don't you just come out and kneel down to see the saint!"

After the voice fell, the response was still silence, but not long after, the tens of thousands of monsters piled up like a mountain in front of them seemed to let out a painful hum, which spread from the inside to the outside, and gradually the whole hill shook.

The six-eared macaque narrowed its eyes, looking at the picture vigilantly. Suddenly, a scream pierced the night sky.

"Forgive me——!!!"

This seemed to be a signal, and in the next second, countless screams, cries, and screams suddenly poured down like a flood. Those countless loud shouts seemed to have replaced the open space in front of them with eighteen layers of hell. Shouting, anyone who hears it will be frightened and blood will flow backwards.

"Ancestor, help me!!!"

"He's still alive, ah——!"

"Help me quickly, I don't want it, don't be locked up in that ghost place!!!"

"It hurts, who, who dug my demon core?!"

"help me----"

The golden light seemed to be melting, seeping out from the bigger and bigger gap in front of it, the hills where the monsters overlapped became shorter and shorter, and finally the emptiness collapsed, accompanied by the burst of Buddha's light from the inside, the cry suddenly rang out, and there were countless monsters The humans were bounced away by the Buddha's light, and fell around like rain.

Even the six-eared macaques couldn't help but take half a step back in shock. When the much weaker begging for mercy sounded again, if you look carefully, most of the bodies of these monsters are already mutilated. Obviously, they don't live long, and they don't even need prisons. of!

There are still many monsters outside the open space, their strength is not strong, and they didn't dare to rush forward at all just now. Seeing such a scene now, their legs softened immediately, and they turned around and wanted to run away.

But before he escaped far, his body was heavy, and the heaven and earth nets had already pressed them to the ground like a mountain.

These little demons didn't realize what happened at all, they heard someone's voice above their heads: "Minister! The barrier suppressed a wave!"

The little demons suddenly relaxed, it turned out to be the Xinjian Bureau, the meat of these people is very tender!

"Back to the original shape." As if iron and blood ruthless eyes fell on them: "Shoot the one who speaks directly."

Monsters: "..."

A lot of people quickly surrounded Zhang Kang, all looked at the picture sent by his colleagues with unbelievable eyes, and couldn't help but look up at the golden light that lit up half of the sky in the distance.

In the gradually dissipating golden light, another door unexpectedly appeared. From the perspective of everyone, this door could only be glimpsed partially, but it was not difficult to distinguish. This is the legendary prison!

"Minister, the prison gate in Liangzhou is gone!"

At the same time, there was also a blurry photo, which was sent over almost at the same time as the picture. Everyone saw that the people in the Operations Department were fine, but the people from other departments who came to support immediately exploded: "Could it be..."

"how is this possible?"

"Really him?!"

"Did you change your body?"

People were excited and speculated, looking at this situation, the person who should have died has come back to life? !

……

Under the door.

The last one with no eyesight was dragged into the door by the iron chain, Zhao Qiqiu stood on the spot, gasping for breath.

It is good to have enough aura around you, and it will make your body less painful.

With so many monsters trying to tear him apart and eat him, naturally he wouldn't be intact.

At this time, Zhao Qiqiu lowered his head and looked at the left arm. From the elbow down, it was empty, but when he raised his arm, the fracture was exposed. Although it was also bloody, the core bone was not the normal color. It was the cold white steel.

"puppet!"

The six-eared macaque hissed, "Impossible! How can the puppet be alive?"

Will it still die? !

I'm afraid it was the Taishang Laojun who came down to earth to have such a means? !

Zhao Qiqiu calmed down his rapid breathing, his gaze couldn't help hesitant, and he didn't want to meet Mingminglou's eyes in the next second.

The thing in that eye made his heart tremble, Zhao Qiqiu suddenly felt guilty, and couldn't help but look away.

It wasn't until Zhao Qiqiu looked at the six-eared macaque again that his eyes sank again.

Prisoner number one in his black cell.

The six-eared macaque is the key that Zhao Qiqiu ignored in his previous life.

A few months ago, Zhao Qiqiu faced up to the doubts in his heart and guessed countless possibilities until he put the least likely one in front of him. Just when Mingminglou broke the barrier and went up the mountain, he entered the black cell to check.

There has been a warning in the code, even the warden, it is best not to enter the black cell at will.

This is by no means alarmist. In his previous life, Zhao Qiqiu obeyed the warning. He only entered the most dangerous room for half a minute, and he didn't realize that the six-eared macaque had fled under the influence of Chuan Yue's prison chief.

This time, when he finally went deep into the black cell where the six-eared macaque was held, it took him a lot of effort to realize that the fleshy thing was not a prisoner, but the only person who had been able to enter and exit this place. It was the former warden.

This made him think that when he took over the prison, the horrible appearance of the prison, the non-stop torture in the cells, and the confused minds of all the prisoners serving sentences were not without reason.

But in this life, I have been much stronger, so there is no reason why I couldn’t detect it when the six-eared macaque escaped, so after knowing that Cell No. Bull Demon King, only then did I learn that the two serious criminals had a brief encounter after they fled. Afterwards, the Bull Demon King continued to attract his attention, and the six-eared macaque took the opportunity to escape.

Thinking about it carefully, since the six-eared macaque was able to make the person tortured by the former warden neither human nor ghost, it meant that it had already known the warden's weakness, and it didn't need Chuan Yue at all.

Zhao Qiqiu didn't expect that the number one prisoner was no longer under his control.

It is conceivable that Zhao Qiqiu's mood fell to the bottom instantly when he knew the truth at first glance. Even the Bull Demon King, within a few months, he would not even think about having another piece of intact flesh.

That night, Zhao Qiqiu made several plans, and it wasn't until he walked out of the temple the next day that he felt a glimmer of hope regained.

After all, this hope still has many uncertain factors, and it suddenly became a lot bigger when it met Mingming Building.

Zhao Qiqiu still remembered what Mingminglou said at that time.

"...No matter what happens, give me a chance to save you..."

Hence the present scene.

Zhao Qiqiu couldn't help but glanced at the white steel at the broken arm again. As more blood was lost, the pain on his body gradually decreased. more like a puppet.

This is the body that Zhao Qiqiu borrowed from Mingminglou—Puppet One.

It is also the most flexible and complex puppet that Mingminglou spent the most effort to create.

It's just that after Zhao Qiqiu got it, he "slightly" modified it, used the ancient method to pour his own blood into the inside of the puppet every day, and then used the secret method to seal and fuse it, gradually making the puppet alive like a living person, and his face also emerged. facial features.

After that, Zhao Qiqiu put his body in the temple, protected by wild dogs, and showed up with puppets every day to prevent being trapped and imprisoned.

It's just that she didn't expect that Lin Dongwan's blood relationship really worked, and she sealed the blood vitality in the puppet at that time.

If Zhao Qiqiu hadn't escaped into prison in soul, the consequences would be unimaginable.Even so, Zhao Qiqiu still had to wait until the vitality inside the puppet was completely cut off before he could come out. As a result, several days passed, and he didn't come out until the last trace of life in the puppet was annihilated 10 minutes ago, and finally waited until the six-eared macaque appeared.

Everything seems to be going well, but it's dangerous, Zhao Qiqiu is afraid now, especially if the puppet's affairs are discovered during his "serious illness", it will be even more difficult to catch the six-eared macaque face to face like now. Well, don't even think about it for the rest of your life.

Thinking of this, Zhao Qiqiu couldn't help but glanced at Mingminglou. The latter looked cold, but his haggard face was obvious.It is estimated that he kept guarding himself during his "coma".

A new round of guilty conscience made Zhao Qiqiu pretend not to see it.

I am so bold in this operation, I can be said to be confident, but where did I get the courage - let's not think too much for the time being...

The body of the puppet suddenly became heavier, Zhao Qiqiu staggered, his knees softened, and he knelt down with a puff, his hands resting on the ground in a daze.

Yu Guang saw that Mingminglou's figure froze, and he quickly came towards him, Zhao Qiqiu hurriedly said: "Don't come over." The voice was so weak that Zhao Qiqiu was startled.

Sure enough, the living soul has been separated from the body for too long, and this puppet will be destroyed by playing with it. It is really not something ordinary people can do.

Mingminglou paused, and then his chest heaved deeply, and the speed became even faster.

The six-eared macaque sneered: "It's too late to kneel to me at this time!" After that, the much stronger figure jumped up and rushed towards Zhao Qiqiu like lightning.

Zhao Qiqiu tried to get up, but his knee seemed to be broken, and he couldn't get up no matter what, let alone he only had one hand at the moment.

Forget it, if you can't get up, you can't get up.

Fortunately, the hand could still move, and in the next second, a transparent needle appeared on Zhao Qiqiu's fingertip.

Knocking his head on the ground, Zhao Qiqiu exhaled weakly, and said tiredly: "Master Patriarch, unworthy disciple Zhao Qiqiu, please be well!"

As the last word fell, in an instant, the aura was reversed, the wind was strong, and the whistling wind passed through the skyscrapers, and the prison gate suddenly opened, and the wind blowing from the rusty iron chains could kill the living. Frozen into a dead person, can blow the soul directly to reincarnation.

Zhao Qiqiu couldn't hold it anymore, and before he was blown down by the wind, two big hands suddenly appeared on his shoulders, and when he turned his gaze, he was carried on the shoulders and quickly left the place.

At the same time, Zhao Qiqiu heard an impressive voice from high above his head, suddenly said with a smile: "Huh? If I knew you were so clever, I punished you a little less last time."

Zhao Qiqiu was startled, he didn't expect the Patriarch to come forward in person this time.

But a gloomy voice came from next to my ear: "Last time?"

Only then did Zhao Qiqiu realize that he had been gently placed on the ground. Minglou stood up straight and looked at the sky with very dangerous eyes.

Following his gaze, Zhao Qiqiu also saw a silhouette above his head, that shadow was terrifyingly large, as if he was going to poke a hole in the sky, and the faint Buddha light enveloped him, but it was murderous.

"Your ring?"

Zhao Qiqiu was taken aback, because Mingminglou's voice sounded colder: "That's it?"

"..." Zhao Qiqiu was almost out of breath: "What are you thinking?"

"Last time" naturally means that when Chuan Yu died, he did break the precept of killing himself. It was a fire that burned into the sky, until Zhao Qiqiu slapped it, the eyes suddenly retracted, and became indescribable: "You..."

Zhao Qiqiu looked at his only remaining hand, which was falling in a very wrong place, making people want to chop it off too.

And the master of his respectful buttocks was still staring at him with hesitant eyes. Zhao Qiqiu was silent for two seconds, slowly withdrew his hand, and suddenly began to ponder in his heart, whether Mingminglou has special functions or something, and can be used at critical moments. Playing hooligans - this time he was obviously careless, but he looked at me like this, which made me feel good!

Isn't this hooliganism? !

——In the end, it was the voice of the six-eared macaque that interrupted his incoherent thoughts, but this time it was a mournful roar. After all, when the six-eared macaque saw the phantom in the sky, it was so frightened that its three souls rose to heaven.

Zhao Qiqiu had already guessed the identity of the patriarch, and the other party did not deliberately conceal it, and wrote "I realize I am empty" on the tablet early.

After the patriarch became a Buddha, the six-eared macaque was no longer an opponent. Zhao Qiqiu didn't even need to make a move. Within a few minutes, the stubborn six-eared macaque was dragged into the door by heavy iron chains. As if being sucked dry, he became skinny again.

Zhao Qiqiu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, the last needle was not wronged.

Seeing the spiritual energy surging around, it gradually stopped as the six-eared macaque was pulled into the door.

Everything was heading towards a triumphant ending, until a hand grabbed the chain on the six-eared macaque's body!

On the ground, a figure slowly climbed up, and every inch that figure climbed up, the figure would grow a bit, until a man over two meters tall stood silently on the spot.

He held the prison chain in his hand, and with a light tug, the six-eared macaque was farther away from the prison gate.

The voice of the six-eared macaque gradually stopped, and he finally took a breath, and he seemed to be a little bit unbelievable after the big change just now: "It's you...!"

At the same time, spiritual energy rushed in at a speed ten or a hundred times faster than before, and was sucked into the door. There was a loud thunder in the air, and after a while, there was a crackling sound, and hail twice as big as rain, from It slammed down from high in the air.

"Li Zuoche..." Zhao Qiqiu's pupils tightened suddenly.

With a bang, a black umbrella unfolded from above his head, blocking the freezing hail.

Zhao Qiqiu and Mingminglou looked at each other, and then looked at the "person" pulling the drag chain.

There is still a bloodstain on Hail God's neck, and his appearance, height, and demeanor are nowhere similar to the black box, but what climbed up from the ground is indeed the black box's body!

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and Zhao Qiqiu finally realized that it was so!

But when Li Zuoche appeared, the Buddha light of the ancestor above his head was gradually dissipating. Obviously, the power of a single needle was about to disappear.

The patriarch was obviously also anxious, the young man's voice had completely sank: "It's really you who actually sent down the gods, I'm a young man, it took you a lot of effort!"

The black box is a chatterbox, but his body is dumb. For a moment, a cold voice sounded in everyone's mind.

[Why did the holy Buddha say this, compared to Lingshan, the little god is far inferior. 】

The patriarch sneered: "Anyway, I am not the one who did the wrong thing! The catastrophe of the heavenly court is the reincarnation of the heavenly way. Since it is the turn of mortals this time, the heavenly court should not interfere, lest it make my fast food unpalatable and the Dharma difficult to recite!"

There seemed to be a sneer on Li Zuoche's face, and he said dumbly:

[Equality of all living beings is empty talk, otherwise, how can the prison built by the cruel officials be useful? 】

"You don't know something about that," the patriarch snorted, "there is a way to get rid of evil by cause and effect, whoever commits evil can get rid of it, even gods can get rid of it! Now that the world is out of order, I want to take out the five-element prison and uncover it." For your own scars, you, East Heaven Court, don’t even say thank you, but even made sarcastic remarks, alas, please let go of your hands quickly.”

Li Zuoche really sneered this time, and glanced at the shadow in the sky: [Holy Buddha, walk slowly, don't worry about Lingshan here. 】

A warning sign suddenly appeared in Zhao Qiqiu's mind, and when he looked over again, Li Zuoche's gaze had clearly fallen on him, and that gaze was even colder and frightening, as if there was nothing in front of him, and he was just an object.

[There are only three chances left, the Holy Buddha is really not thinking carefully. 】Li Zuoche said lightly: 【It's a material, it's a pity. 】

The shadow of the patriarch moved, but it only accelerated and dissipated, and his voice became severe.

"How dare you?"

Li Zuoche remained unmoved: [The little god will apologize to the Holy Buddha another day. 】

After finishing speaking, Li Zuoche's figure suddenly disappeared, and Zhao Qiqiu held his breath for an instant. In an instant, there was no time to react, and the hot and humid liquid was splashed on his cheeks.

Zhao Qiqiu raised his head in a daze.

In front of him was the motionless back of Mingminglou, the only thing that was out of harmony was that a knife point pierced through his back unexpectedly.

I don't know how long this second was divided into. Finally, the knife was pulled away from the front, and the person in front of him grunted and fell down slowly.

Zhao Qiqiu instinctively caught the opponent, and the weight on his body made Zhao Qiqiu tremble uncontrollably.

And Mingming Building fell down, revealing the Qingchuan Umbrella blocking in front of Mingminglou, with a big hole in it. The next second, Qingchuan Umbrella was ruthlessly thrown away, and Haishen looked down at Zhao Qiqiu with indifferent eyes.

For a moment, Zhao Qiqiu's mind went blank, and he couldn't even remember how it all happened. He even forgot what to think about, and just stared blankly at this sudden scene.

Until Mingminglou stared at him, raised his hand, and wiped his cheek, Zhao Qiqiu instinctively held that hand.

Touching a piece of smooth metal with his fingertips, Zhao Qiqiu was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but tighten his hand holding Mingminglou. It took a lot of perseverance to make his voice sound the same: "What the hell...why?"

Li Zuoche didn't answer, but Zhao Qiqiu understood that Li Zuoche might respond to the words of the patriarch, but he was just a mortal ant, Li Zuoche looked at him like grass, trees and bricks, how could he explain it?

Zhao Qiqiu slowly raised his gaze, and tightened his grip on Mingminglou's hand: "You can kill me, but I will definitely make you regret it, Li Zuoche."

Hail God's curly hair was wet on his cheeks, and spiritual energy flowed violently around him. Hail God showed a look of enjoyment, perhaps because he was in a good mood, and he said: [Blame, blame your 'Patriarch', this The Great Prison should not have appeared in the Lower Realm. 】

"how about you?"

【I?Neither should I. ] Li Zuoche's eyes stayed on Zhao Qiqiu's face, and he seemed to be in a daze: [When this matter is settled...]

Zhao Qiqiu lowered his eyes, and he could guess from Haishen's words that no matter what the true god wants to do, his own existence or the existence of the prison is a great obstacle, and it must be cleared. The reason why I have been targeted all my life.

"Li Zuoche—"

An ethereal call suddenly sounded from the distant sky.

Haishen's thoughts were interrupted, and his brows frowned. Soon, he suddenly realized something, and immediately stretched out his hand to the top of Zhao Qiqiu's head. Almost at the same time, Zhao Qiqiu felt a pulling and tearing feeling from his soul, as if the next In seconds, the soul will be pulled away from the body and crushed into pieces.

In the night sky, azure light flashed past.

"Li Zuo—the car!"

After the last word fell, a huge monster suddenly passed by Li Zuoche, Zhao Qiqiu's eyes blurred, and his soul was suddenly thrown back into his body.

A long dragon chant resounded in the air, and Zhao Qiqiu fell on his back numb all over. The hail turned into rain and hit his face and body, making him feel like he was alive after a catastrophe.

Lord Long, it can be regarded as coming.

At this moment when he raised his head, he could see the moon covered by lead clouds in the sky, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and the only true dragon in this world was entangled with the only true god in this world.

Zhao Qiqiu seemed to hear the voice of the old ancestor heaving a sigh of relief in his ears. After careful observation, there were still a few Buddha lights left in the sky, and they were very stubborn and refused to disperse.

When he was doubting, the voice of his ancestors sounded in Zhao Qiqiu's mind, but at this time the voice was relatively weak, as if he was too far away and the signal was not good.

"You kid...could you even count Hail God?"

Zhao Qiqiu was worried about Qian Guanmian, looked up for a moment, and found that Li Zuoche should be restricted by some kind of world, and he didn't use any "god" means. Think about it, even when he wanted to kill himself just now, he didn't use magical powers. Long Jun, after a short trial, quickly gained the upper hand, he couldn't help but feel relieved, and looked at Mingminglou beside him.

At this moment, Zhao Qiqiu felt that his breathing became lighter.

Mingminglou's eyes were half closed, still staring at him, Zhao Qiqiu couldn't help but trembled, and reached towards Mingminglou's nose, only a weak body temperature remained and he had already stopped breathing.

At this moment, Zhao Qiqiu saw a pair of shoes appearing in front of Mingminglou.

Feeling raised his head, Zhao Qiqiu couldn't help but look a little ugly: "Go back."

Mingminglou stood in the heavy rain, and the rain penetrated his body, but Mingminglou remained calm as if nothing had happened, staring at Zhao Qiqiu for a while, and then said: "In the next life, I will come to you again, you live longer. "

Zhao Qiqiu frowned, pressing on Mingminglou's body: "Go back!"

"it's OK?"

Zhao Qiqiu's head buzzed: "Don't talk nonsense, come here quickly."

"Death is dead," Mingminglou took a step back instead, as if he would turn around and leave in the next second, just when Zhao Qiqiu was about to lose his words, he said slowly: "Can I love you, century-old brother—Zhao Qiqiu? "

"..."

Zhao Qiqiu took a deep breath, he finally understood, and he almost died of anger when he didn't come up, his voice also sank, and there was a trembling that he couldn't detect: "Xingminglou, I warn you, if you continue to play like this, it will be too late. It’s impossible for us in this life, and by the way, I only live this life, and there is no next life.”

When the cool wind hit, Mingminglou squatted and knelt down in front of Zhao Qiqiu, his eyes were at the same level as Zhao Qiqiu, and as usual, he stared at him and said: "Okay, I was wrong. The one that made me love you in this life, May I?"

"……"Grass!

can can can!

love love love!

Zhao Qiqiu gritted his teeth: "That's what you said, Minglou, I might as well tell you, my life is very long!"

There seemed to be a hint of a smile on Xianminglou's lips, and in Zhao Qiqiu's view, it was a smile that deserved to be punched after succeeding.

Finally, Mingminglou returned to his blood-losing body. Zhao Qiqiu held his hand and looked at the ring on his little finger. It took a lot of effort to re-establish the connection with the ring.

When his trembling fingers wiped the surface of the ring, he was greatly relieved that the wound on Xianminglou's body had healed obediently.

Zhao Qiqiu lay down exhausted, and then looked at the sky, Long Jun was worthy of being a real dragon, and Li Zuoche's resistance was becoming more and more difficult.

The top of the head was black, it was Qingchuan Umbrella coming back wobbly, the opening on the umbrella was also shrouded in black mist, it was absorbing a lot of spiritual energy to repair the injury.

From a very close distance, almost close to his ear, a distinct voice sounded: "How long is your life?"

Zhao Qiqiu suddenly felt a little regretful at this moment, why did he let Mingminglou come back to life, and simply let him reincarnate, if he didn't reincarnate, he would also possess a puppet, this person is really a disaster to live!

Thinking about it, Zhao Qiqiu took Mingminglou's hand and looked at the hand with the tail ring in front of him. After a while, Zhao Qiqiu took off the ring and put it on a finger next to him.

"500 years," Zhao Qiqiu sighed afterward, "Now, you are really my prisoner."

"I don't know what crime I committed?"

Zhao Qiqiu glanced at him, but Minglou's expression was not trying to flirt at all, but very serious.

Isn't it a serious crime to seduce the warden to break the precept every day?

But Zhao Qiqiu didn't want to say such rustic love words, so he couldn't help but shut up.

Mingminglou asked again: "Then may I ask the prison chief, how many years is the sentence?" The straight eyes seemed to tell Zhao Qiqiu clearly that any number of years is fine, anyway, it can't be too short.

Zhao Qiqiu took away the Qingchuan umbrella and observed the battle situation in the sky. The rain had almost stopped. He pursed his lips and said, "How many years do you say?"

"500."

Zhao Qiqiu was silent for a moment, only feeling that his face was being stared at hotly, and after holding back for a while, he finally said: "Then work hard."

Mingminglou seemed to laugh suddenly, and said in a low voice, "Okay."

The author has something to say: Zhao Qiqiu: Talk about friends at a critical moment, do personnel affairs? ? ?

Patriarch: Completely ignored.