Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

"It's very dangerous, little wolf." He raised the corner of his eyes: "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

The little wolf blinked innocently, and pointed to the dark blue sky: "The stars are so beautiful tonight, I want to watch the stars with Brother Xiaojing."

He raised his head, raised a pure and flawless smile, as if swimming in the sea of ​​broken stars: "Brother Xiaojing must have rarely seen such a beautiful scenery."

Song Jing saw the reflection of little stars in the clear black eyes of the little wolf, like a pool of stars in a secluded spring, shining brightly, far-reaching and charming.

"Hey, it's very beautiful." Song Jing chuckled, "Stupid little wolf, I often look at the stars. Asking people to look at the stars is not like you dragging people to the ground—let's go upstairs."

He stretched out his hand to grab the little wolf, jumped up, and jumped onto the roof.

The wind blowing on the roof was unstoppable, and passed in front of and behind him continuously. Song Jing looked up at the boundless and bright starry sky, and fell back naturally. Above the roof ridge, the black hair spread out all around, free and easy.

The little wolf carefully followed Song Jing to lie down, looked sideways at Song Jing who was looking far away, a satisfied smile unconsciously appeared on his lips, and looked back at the sky, those stars, twinkling, twinkling in twos and threes Gather together to form a variety of different shapes.

"Brother Xiaojing, does Brother Xiaojing know where the Big Dipper is?" Little Wolf looked around in the sky, seeming to have a familiar feeling. Divide the starry sky with your fingertips, connect the seven stars into a line, outline the shape of a spoon, and tell yourself that there is the Big Dipper.

Feeling very kind and warm, Little Wolf narrowed his eyes, and before Song Jing could answer, he stretched out his hands, his fingers spread out, and his slender fingers completely wrapped a starry sky. He smiled softly: "Xiao Jing Brother, look, the seven stars that look like spoons are the Big Dipper."

Song Jing looked at it, it was true.

Unexpectedly, in the Jingchen Continent, the Big Dipper indicating the north can also be seen.

"But, I don't know which star is Tanlang." Little wolf's eyes were a little confused and sad, "Brother Xiao Jing, I forgot, I clearly remember someone kindly told me about it."

Song Jing was silent for a while, then sighed leisurely: "I will always remember. Greedy wolf, it has always existed in the Big Dipper, and it will never disappear or leave. So no matter how long it takes to remember, it will always There, there will be no regrets."

"But..." Xiaolang murmured softly, but the end of the words sank on his lips. He looked at the bright stars and felt that the stars were twinkling one after another. It dazzled his eyes. After opening them for a long time, they became dry and slowly overflowed. Tears come.

"No but." Song Jing propped herself up, bent her slender neck, and gently kissed the little wolf's forehead, "I will stay with the little wolf until the little wolf remembers."

So don't say but—but what follows, is it because life is about to end and there is no time to slowly regain memory?

Little wolf, with me by your side, don't even lose hope for the future.

"Always?" Xiaolang raised his hand and lightly touched the place on his forehead. The cold lips blown by the wind were soft and pitiful, which made him laugh briskly: "Brother Jing, let's keep looking at the stars."

Song Jing responded lightly, and raised her eyes to look at the starry sky. It was deep and mysterious, with a lofty beauty, untouched by the troubles of the world.

Just keep going.

Silent, quiet, until dawn, Wu Qihan took Tantai Chunshui out of the bamboo building.

Standing up and jumping down from the house in a tacit understanding, Song Jing went to the house to hug Chunshui, and walked out of this space with Wu Qihan and others.

Going out and coming in are not the same path at all. After Bai Langying pointed out a few words, they were transported to the gorgeous sea of ​​flowers before according to the said method.

"It really came in a hurry, and left in a hurry." When she came out, she raised her eyes to see Acacia in a black silk dress, with an invisible smile on her pale face, "I thought I would wait for a long time."

He turned around and shouted, "The stone can be given to me."

Song Jing followed his gaze and found a man with exquisite appearance but as cold as a glass doll, holding a luxurious and gorgeous handmade doll in his hand.

Standing next to him was a tall and thin man with messy short black hair, sharp edges and sharp eyes, a cool and scumbag man, wearing a black samurai suit, with a huge long sword on his back.

"What do you mean, Acacia?" Song Jing asked calmly, "Who are you?"

"Lian Yun." The delicate man said in a straight tone, "He is Xiaoyue."

Xiangsi floated to Lian Yun's side, took a lavender stone, looked back and smiled at Song Jing: "I only want this stone. Don't worry, they won't kill you."

After speaking, his body sank into the ground under his feet and disappeared without a trace.

"What's the matter with you?" Song Jing tilted her head, if she didn't kill herself, then she was going to live?

"My young master wants you." Lian Yun licked his lips, his cold eyes suddenly lit up, and the bewitching eyes flashed away strangely, "Mr. Qingli... No, the young master said that he should be called Song Song." Young master, are you interested in taking a walk with us? It won't kill you."

"Shu Jinxiu, Shu evildoer?" Song Jing narrowed her eyes and snorted softly, "He must be here, let him out."

"Sure enough." Unconsciously, Lian Yun raised his left hand, and his fingers danced nimbly and quickly in front of him. The dazzling movement was only for a moment, and he looked at Song Jing blankly, "The young master said, to Mr. Song , it’s better to be a little bit violent and coercive.”

Wu Qihan's face was blank, but his eyes were full of fear, and he had already grasped the murderous Mingmeng sword in his hand: "If Shu Jinxiu was here, I would not be able to take care of so many people. So I can only choose to leave. There is no chance of winning if I face the enemy head-on."

"I blocked the way out." Lian Yun's voice did not fluctuate, like a mechanically controlled doll.

Song Jing was lucky enough to look around, and the dense silk threads were not just the thickness of hair?Staggered back and forth, wrapping everyone in it, blocking the way out in all directions.

It's like a spider web.Song Jing frowned, and looked around vigilantly, Shu Jinxiu, he must be somewhere, smiling wickedly, watching quietly.

056 The Devil Comes

"It's just a blockade, it can't stop the Mingmeng Sword." Wu Qihan was expressionless, and the broad sword in his hand flashed with a cold light, and it was raised horizontally. Falling unsteadily from the air.

"Mingmeng Sword." Lian Yun squinted his eyes, expected and unexpected, "Sure enough, it is worthy of the name of fierce sword. With you here, I really can't keep Mr. Song."

He tilted his head, and the corners of his lips curled up in a strange arc, with a half-smile: "Hey, Xiao Yue, you've seen enough, it's time to do it."

Xiao Yue raised his head, his sharp-edged face was tangled with sorrow, he raised his hand stiffly, rubbed his messy hard hair, pursed his lips, and then reluctantly responded: "I know, I know. You can't be good Will you come with us?"

He said the last sentence to Song Jing.

Song Jing narrowed her eyes and smiled slightly: "What do you think?"

"No." Xiao Yue honestly shook his head, a little weak.

He scratched his hair again, and muttered inexplicably: "Sure enough, he is a self-centered and stubborn guy, and he can't listen to other people's advice."

Lian Yun squinted his dark eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Oh, isn't he the Song Jing you like? Since you are stubborn, don't like him anymore. Also, how long are you going to hang around? Young Master But watch us from the sidelines."

"Hmph." Xiao Yue cast a condescending glance at Lian Yun, stretched his hand behind his head, and grasped the black hilt of his sword, "I'll go right now."

He raised his hand, drew his sword, and pulled out the giant sword that was almost as long as his body. The white cloth strips wrapped around the sword slowly fell off with the movement, revealing the dark sword body. There was no sharp blade, as if there was no The rough embryo with the blade has only a rough outline.

The drawn sword was placed on his shoulder, Xiao Yue frowned, and raised his chin towards Song Jing: "Draw out the sword, I'm going to go."

"Butler Wu, you open the way, I'll stop him." Song Jing quietly instructed, spreading her palms flat, a similarly dark, dull scimitar, with a small arc, long and short forearms, cold and delicate in her hands , like holding the body of a snake, the cold touch.

This is a knife given by Shu Jinxiu. It is used to deal with his subordinates. I don't know if it is suitable.

Without much time to think, Song Jing met the huge sword that Xiao Yue cut straight down.

Intensive spiritual power was condensed on the blade, and when it collided with the giant sword obliquely, Song Jing's wrist was sore, and he almost couldn't hold the sword.He blinked his eyes and flew away to one side, he couldn't help feeling annoyed, his strength lies in magic spells, instead of swinging a sword to slash and slash, why did he take his own weaknesses to others' strengths?

Quickly drew the willow-leaf machete in the air with his left hand, held it between his fingers, and saw Wu Qihan resisting Yu Lianyun's thin line from the corner of his eyes, Song Jing gritted his teeth, and threw the blade made of spiritual power Xiang Xiaoyue approached Xiaoyue under the cover of the flying knife.

Xiaoyue's movements have always been stiff, and the joints are like puppet organs, straight and straight, and it is difficult to bend.

He couldn't dodge in time, and was stabbed into the body by several small knives, and then the jade knife in Song Jing's hand was inserted into his heart.

A bitter smile came out of his cool face: "It hurts." He muttered, and the huge sword in his hand came out and plunged straight into the sea of ​​flowers, shaking his body, and fell to the ground.