Rebel general Xiao thinks of this seat

Yuan Zhao has tried his best to distance himself, but——

The fat lamb approached, and the wolf's arm and the lamb were about to touch.

Yuan Zhao swallowed, and then moved outside.

The lamb followed the hungry wolf and moved out.

The back foot of the hungry wolf is the cliff, and there is no way to retreat. The lamb stretches out the limp leg of the lamb.

The hungry wolf didn't take any precautions and overreacted: "Hey!"

There was a muffled sound, a majestic generation of demon kings, who would dare to believe it!He actually fell out of bed while sleeping. To tell the truth, others will be convinced that he is spreading rumors, okay?

Lamb was lying on the edge of the cliff, holding back his laughter, his voice trembling, and asked: "Master, why did you get out of bed? Do you want to drink water?"

Yuan Zhao heard the smile in his words, and said helplessly, "What do you think?"

In the dark night, it seemed that because no one could see, Kong Zaijin, who had always been self-confident, couldn't help laughing out loud.

Yuan Zhao also found that the fact that he fell off the bed was worth laughing helplessly, so he couldn't help laughing with the lamb in a low voice.

Kong Zaijin: "Ah...!"

Yuan Zhao pulled the lamb down and let it lie on top of him, laughing at Yan Yan: "You fell down too."

Lamb laughed even more presumptuously: "Hahahahaha..."

Yuan Zhao caressed his finally flattened brows, sat up, and put Kong Zaijin back on the inside of the bed: "If you have laughed enough, you should have a good rest. Today, Ah Jin has worked hard."

"Master."

"Ok?"

"Thank you." Kong Zaijin intertwined his fingers, "I feel better."

"If you worry about Wen Huai again, you can only look for it tomorrow. Don't let tomorrow's event ruin your dream tonight." Yuan Zhao shook his hand back, pondered for a moment, and said, "...Ah Jin, It's too close, I can't guarantee what I will do. You really don't want to come here again."

Kong Zaijin couldn't help laughing again: "...Oh."

Yuan Zhao pinched his cheek: "Still smiling!"

On the second day, Yuan Zhao opened his misty eyes when Kong Zaijin called: "?" and quickly closed his eyes again.

Kong Zaijin pushed him: "Master, get up...uh."

Yuan Zhao kissed the pillow in his arms, and pressed the pillow with passion from his lower body, and was about to sleep again, but he couldn't help exclaiming: "Hiss!...um..."

Humming comfortably, Yuan Zhaoke finally woke up. He pecked at the ruddy pillow that was dripping with blood, and whispered beside the pillow's cherry-like earlobe: "Don't go... go down a bit... yes... peacock, don't hide .”

After the two "helped each other" to relieve their desires, they washed up and left the room.Yuan Zhao looked up at Mantian Xingzi, speechless for a moment, he couldn't help but turned around and asked Kong Zaijin who had already recovered his indifferent face: "What time is it now?"

"A quarter past five." Kong Zaijin didn't think there was any problem getting up at this hour, and took Yuan Zhao's hand calmly, "They've woken up too. I'll let them wait in Long An's room."

"Tapiron? Do you think it's better to wake him up and quarrel with him, so that he doesn't want to sleep anymore?"

"Master is right."

Yuan Zhao thinks about it, Fenghe has been the patriarch for so many years, and even if he gets up in the face of the big situation, he has to hold back. It is a problem whether Jiangnan slept or not last night.

As for that guy, Tapiron, he was so proud that it had nothing to do with him, and he didn't know how much he listened to what they said.If they act with Tapiron, this guy has to understand what they are going to do, otherwise even if they follow Fenghe, they are not qualified to be Fenghe's blood bag.

Before opening the door, I heard Long An's wailing voice: "You are depriving me of my sweet dreams! Let me sleep again!...Feng and you old Fenghuang don't pull me, I want to sleep!"

Then there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and Long An yelled again: "Feng and you old Fenghuang are so angry today! How dare you kick my ass! I'm really afraid that you will fail? Let's fight again !"

"Master Long, patriarch, calm down!" Jiang Nan was sweating coldly, and he also felt that Feng He was inexplicably angry, and he didn't know how to persuade him to fight. Just when he was about to give up, Yuan Zhao and Kong Zaijin pulled away Living with a dragon and a phoenix, his eyes lit up: "Devil Lord, Master Kong! You are finally here!"

Sure enough, only the Great God can hold the Great God.

Yuan Zhao reminded Long An: "Is this how Shenlong follows the winner?"

After Long An lost his temper, he finally calmed down, didn't speak, and was escorted by the demon king to sit on the stool.

Feng He broke away from Kong Zaijin, walked to the stool and sat down, and cut straight to the point: "How are you going to find that Mozhu Yard? Are you just going to wander around?"

Yuan Zhao smiled politely: "Patriarch, are you really not going to elaborate on the contents of Huang Wuyou's suicide note?"

Feng He's eyes were extremely sharp for a moment, and he said coldly: "What does the devil want to hear?"

Long An turned to Youfa to make a fuss: "Can't Feng and you have a good talk, don't spread fire everywhere because of your age, okay?!"

Feng He didn't even want to look at him, and shouted angrily: "Shut up! I don't want to hear your speech right now!"

Long An refused to accept and wanted to quarrel again, Kong Zai said quietly: "Patriarch, is there any problem with dragon blood?"

Feng He's attitude towards Long An is obviously different. If there is anything between them, it's either a battle between them, or dragon blood.

Fenghe clearly won that battle, so he shouldn't have so much resentment towards Long An, then the only problem left is Dragon Blood.

"No!" Feng He denied it too quickly.

Long An was offended by "there is a problem with the dragon's blood", and said angrily: "Why is there a problem with my dragon's blood! Isn't he doing well?! Did you hear that, he said there is no more, how could there be a problem."

The corners of Yuan Zhao's eyes twitched, everyone could hear that Feng He was trying to cover up, but only the ignorant Tapiron couldn't hear it.

No, Tapirosaurus is really not human.

In their circle, only Jiangnan was human.

Why does the more you say it, the more it sounds like a curse?

He waved his hand and signaled to be quiet: "Okay, okay. I'm not familiar with the match method, and the patriarch and Ajin just talk."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Jiang Nan, who was hesitant to speak and patted his stomach.

Jiangnan: "?"

Yuan Zhao called Tapiron to go out: "Long An, go to the kitchen with me to see what to eat. It's your first time going down the mountain, there must be many novelties that you haven't eaten or seen. I'll take you to have a look. "

Long Anzheng didn't want to see Fenghe, so he followed Yuan Zhao to tell him to go.

Yuan Zhao and Kong Zaijin looked at each other, then led Long An out of the room.

Jiang Nan: "!" The Demon Lord just saw why he called Long An to the kitchen? !Mojun, I know better what is delicious, so bring me one!

He was about to follow, but Kong Zaijin held him down, and saw that his Confucius actually smiled at him and said, "Brother Jiang, let's discuss it together."

Jiang Nan got goosebumps from his laughter.Can you imagine the strange scene where a good brother with an iceberg face suddenly smiles at you?

Are you sure Confucius wasn't taken away? ?

On the other side, Long An followed Yuan Zhao, struggling to himself: "Why is there something wrong with my dragon's blood? Will the blood of the nightmare-eating tapir mixed with the dragon's blood have other effects?..."

Yuan Zhao didn't go to the kitchen, but stopped in a secluded corridor.

Green vines climbed up the corridor pillars, swaying the lush shadows faintly with the wind.

Long An asked strangely: "Is this the kitchen of the demon world?" Yuan Zhao shook his head, and asked inexplicably, "Are all your battle posts verbal?"

Long An blushed, and said: "No! Of course you can speak verbally, but it's definitely more formal if you have a booklet! I'll just make up a post for you later, don't talk about it."

Yuan Zhao asked again: "Then, was the post between you and the Phoenix Patriarch verbal or...?"

Long An straightened his back: "Of course it's a grand battle invitation!"

Yuan Zhao knew there was something going on: "Can I see it?"

Long An hesitated: "This... what are you going to do?"

Yuan Zhao said: "I just want to see what Shenlong's battle post looks like, it must be very powerful."

Long An raised his brows: "That's right. Absolutely majestic. But the battle card is with Fenghe, he won me, so the battle card will be under his control. I said I will give you one later, so what are you in a hurry for? Supplies You, you can't understand without me."

Yuan Zhao moved his fingers, and he pretended to be calm: "How can I not understand?"

Long An really said: "The suicide note last night was useless and complicated, didn't you understand it too?"

Yuan Zhao's eyes lit up: "Did you see anything?"

Long An said: "I just saw the words 'there are traitors'. Where's the kitchen? You haven't answered my first question yet!" Only then did he remember his initial doubts.

Yuan Zhao turned around and walked back, saying, "I'll ask the servant."

Long An felt like his jaw was about to drop: "What? You don't know where the kitchen is, and you brought me out to find it?"

Yuan Zhao turned his head and glanced at Long An: "Any opinion? I haven't asked you when you will be able to use the nightmare-eating ability to help me finish things as soon as possible."

Long An immediately shut up knowingly.

As the two walked towards the room, they looked for the servants to give orders to the kitchen.

The result became more and more wrong as they walked, Yuan Zhao frowned tightly, when they came, there were still a few palace people, but now they walked back for a long distance, unexpectedly there was no shadow of a palace person!There seemed to be a distance in the corridor in front of him, a distance that he couldn't walk no matter how he walked.

"Ghost hitting the wall?" Yuan Zhao frowned.

Long An was not afraid at all: "What is that?"

Yuan Zhao briefly explained the typical symptoms of "ghost hitting the wall", and said, "Could it be Lin Zhenzi's maze again?"

Long An was still obsessed with the kitchen: "You agreed to take me to the kitchen?"

Yuan Zhao couldn't help it. He opened the storage bag and was about to get him some spiritual fruit to satisfy his hunger, but saw a faint but indelible gleam in a dusty corner.

He took it out and found it was a black feather.

The upper part of the black feather was flaming gold, and now the golden part glows, matching the spots of light that filter through the vine's foliage.

Such distinctive and special feathers made Yuan Zhao immediately think of the man named Zhumo.

Long An was also surprised: "Is this feather still glowing?"

Yuan Zhao said: "I don't know what it means." Holding it for a few steps, he saw that the light on the feather became stronger and stronger, and the corridor that he couldn't walk out was thrown by a magic dragon within a few steps behind.

Long An only knew that he and the Demon King walked out of the evil corridor by relying on the black feather, so he wondered what kind of god and man the feather was, and asked, "Whose feather belongs to it?"

Yuan Zhao also pinched and looked at it for a while: "I can't see it."

Long An raised his head and pointed forward: "Can I eat bamboo shoots?"

Bamboo shoots?

Yuan Zhao looked up and saw a ball of ink that reached the sky was splashed by the wind on the dawn when the sun was just rising.

A few strokes and a few lines of sketches, slender ink bamboo handles, faintly fading, gray-purple smog and light clouds, the world is independent of a small courtyard with blue tiles and white walls, the cornices are painted by early frost, the door is moistened by morning mist, and the morning dew falls bamboo leaves.

It turned out that it was a dimly repaired ink painting bamboo courtyard.

Yuan Zhao opened his mouth, fascinated by the hazy beauty of ink: "Mozhu? Found it."

Long An nodded: "You also saw that bamboo? Then can I eat bamboo shoots? That human said it was delicious."

Yuan Zhao said ruthlessly: "No. Let's go in and find out first." It is difficult to get out of the battle, but it is okay to enter the battle.He sighed in his heart, he should have brought Ah Jin here.

The courtyard door was ajar, and it opened as soon as it was pushed, as if the owner had been waiting for them, it was creepy.

Long An didn't check for any abnormality at all, and asked Mo Jun: "What are you going to do next?"

Looking at the inner room with the door open, Yuan Zhao could see a bright hall for entertaining guests.

He looked around, except for a few ink-colored bamboos and a set of tables and stools that looked very good, the scenery outside the house was better, but he always felt something strange.He stepped up and walked into the house: "Come on, go in and have a look."

The inner room is very simple, with the four treasures of the study on the left, the bed and curtain on the right, and a lobby in the middle to entertain guests.Looking around, Long An raised his foot and went to Luo Wei's place.

Yuan Zhao thought to himself, he had to go there early or late, so let's follow Long An's choice.So, he also followed Long An into the inner bedroom, looked around, and saw that most of the supplies were for two people, and he had a rough idea: there are two owners of this bamboo courtyard.

Long An could only see some common bedding items, most of which were similar to the room he stayed in last night.

He stretched his neck and looked around, but he couldn't find anything that aroused his interest.

Walking forward, he began to turn over the master's bed, but just as he opened the brocade pillow, he saw letterheads with fuzzy edges and corners under the pillow.He knew that he still couldn't understand the characters of the Three Realms, so he had to pass it to Yuan Zhao, and "trouble" the devil read it to himself.

Yuan Zhao was searching the house familiarly, when suddenly his elbow was poked by something, and he turned around and saw an open letter.Long An passed it forward again, raised the letter paper, and said, "Here... I will read it."

Yuan Zhao knew that he was going to say "Master", but he didn't dare to say it, and he didn't tear it apart. As a result, there was nothing on the letter paper. At most, there was only a faint light shining through the back of the paper, telling the story of yellowing and The white horse is too late.

He frowned suspiciously: "Is there nothing on it?"

Long An showed a look of "I need to lie to you": "Obviously there are, if you don't want to tell me, just...!" The word "say" didn't have time to utter, because he also saw a blank letter paper !

He was a little excited: "No! When I read it, there were words on it! I really don't need to lie to you!!"

Yuan Zhao covered his ears slightly: "I didn't say you were lying. It may be that you need some way to show the text. One more thing, you should speak softly, if you wake up something, wouldn't it be troublesome?"

Long An thought about it, and said in a low voice: "When I took it out, there were words, why don't you put it back and take it out again, to see if there are any words?"

Yuan Zhao let go of his ears. Although he knew that doing so would most likely be taking out a blank letter paper, he still did it with a glimmer of hope.

Seeing that what he took out after putting it back was still an empty letter, Long An pursed his lips: "What's there to hide, it's so well hidden." After speaking, he went to the master's bedroom again.

Yuan Zhao always felt that the envelope was extremely important, so he put it away in his robe, and took away a tapiron who was going to tear down someone's bedroom: "If you keep flipping through it, the owner of the bedroom will be so angry that you will jump in the coffin."

He lifted his foot and went to the study on the left, thinking about finding some more "suicide notes" and the like.But what makes people palpitate is that there are two scrolls in Jiang Nan's hand yesterday on this bookshelf.

He frowned, took down the volume, opened it, and it was indeed Yuan Wen's suicide note.

He picked up another volume, opened it, and it was indeed Huang Wuyou's handwriting that he had seen yesterday, and suddenly recalled in his mind the formation lesson that the original owner had taken when he was a child, and immediately understood: this is a phantom formation.