I was stolen by a bird to be my wife

"One looks round, and the other looks very inconspicuous, jumping out to hurt you, are these two?"

In the witch temple of Queyue City, Ren Feiguang memorized the two portraits carefully.

Naturally, this is the two fine line drawing portraits that were interrogated by all the witches and little witches in the Witch Temple of Queyue City.

Lu Miaoying is no longer an unknown little girl in the outskirts of Qieyue City. She is a valuable person whom Donghuang Taiyi, Dongjun, and Li Shi's heavenly eyes all fancy.She was assassinated on the territory of Three Islands and Ten Continents. Even if she was not injured in the end, the chief priest and deputy priest of the Moon City Witch Temple could not escape the blame.

During the Taiyi tour before, the chief priest managed to integrate a witch temple with mixed good and bad. Little Wuzhu, even if His Majesty the Eastern Emperor supported her later, she would not be able to avoid serious damage. She has already entered a quiet room to meditate. came out, but even so, the suspicion on her cannot be erased.And before Ren Feiguang left, he had a special report to the deputy chief priest, and all the personnel transfers in the witch temple were done by her. "Meditate" in a quiet room.

Even so, Dongjun was not at ease.

If it weren't for the evil god's domain to fall here, the god might have directly transferred a team of Wu Zhu from Penglai Island to serve him.

He directly announced that everyone in the Queyue City Witch Temple would be imprisoned, checked the records, and used spells to find the portraits of the assassins from the minds of everyone in the Queyue City Witch Temple.

Seeing the swordsman in amazement, the man in green and white clothes rolled up his portrait and sighed helplessly.

He is a generation older than Li Chaoshuang and Li Chaolu, and is the same generation as Li Chunhui, the chief commander of the previous generation.Li Chunhui died of exhaustion, and after Li Chaoshuang stopped the flood with a sword and broke the seal, everyone in the three islands and ten continents was in danger. A relatively talented young Wu Zhu on Penglai Island, but after a period of cloudy days, he still remembers it vividly.

But this kind of truth must not be told to the people of Jiange.

If these stupid people knew, they would definitely say that Chao Shuang was still safe in Jiange.

"Ren Shaoxia, you have made up your mind to protect Miss Lu from now on, so you can learn these methods of distinguishing the true from the fake." Dongjun said, who didn't want Ren Feiguang to think deeply, "But for now, you and Miss Lu should first follow-"

"Follow us."

Someone stood in front of the gate.

Ren Feiguang and Lu Miaoying turned their heads and saw a general in black armor and a sword.

He is a majestic and majestic man, more than seven feet tall, with red tassels on his head, and his face is covered with armor, so he cannot see his face clearly.

This description can make people think of any general, and the biggest difference between this person and countless generals is——

There was no shadow under his feet.

Not long ago, Lu Miaoying, who had just seen her family's ghosts turned into ghosts, glanced over and took a step back, her chest froze.

"Don't panic," Ren Feiguang has already noticed that his niece has stayed in the countryside with Lu Shuang for too long, and she doesn't understand some common sense among strangers.Although it was also the first time he saw this one of the nine songs, he still introduced her brazenly, "This should be a martyr."

A martyr?

This is also a special god in Nine Songs.Lu Miaoying recalled these and relaxed.

Of course, her expression remained unchanged.

Speaking of which, you can see a soldier who is also wearing the armor of the gods branching out from the general. The scene is like a branch growing from a thick branch. In the blink of an eye, the branch falls to the ground and becomes a person singular.

The soldiers separated and ran away without saying hello.

The main street in front of the Wumiao was supposed to be one of the busiest places in Queyue City, where monthly temple fairs and gatherings were held.But now there is hardly anyone walking on the street.

The soldier ran out, turned a corner, and closed the door of a shop on the street before disappearing.

He was not the only one. The martyr for the country stood still in front of the gate of the witch temple. Before he could say a word, he separated three or four soldiers who also had no shadow, and rushed in all directions.

All in all very busy.

"In this ghost domain, we can only save some spiritual power." General Hongying said.

For some reason, countless words of men or women, old or young, overlapped in his voice.

Dongjun understands that although the martyrs of the country are the same Jiuge as him, they are essentially heroes of ghosts who dedicated their strength and voluntarily served in Dongdafeng for a hundred years before going to Styx to seek peace. The reason is that their names are engraved in witch temples everywhere, sung in the social dramas of temple fairs, and gain strength from the worship of the common people and the sacrifices of witchcraft.

However, the inside and outside of the ghost domain are isolated, there is no continuous worship and sacrifice, and the martyrs of the country have turned into tens of thousands like they attacked the Jiangbei coast last night. I am afraid they will not last long.

"Unfortunately, I have to go to Pingjing as soon as possible," Dong Jun sighed, "Miss Lu, please."

"If this is the ghost domain formed by the superposition of God's Realm and the present world, is it possible that the secret work of assassinating Miss Lu is also in the ghost domain?" The martyr took over the portrait while taking over the portrait, and said after carefully remembering, "Okay, I I will take good care of Miss Lu, and will also search for the traces of these two people. Please be careful, Your Highness Dongjun."

Dongjun nodded and didn't say much greetings.There is a dragon boat with flags and flags going down the river from the sun, carrying him to the north.

Ren Feiguang and Lu Miaoying heard a few exclamations, probably because the people hiding in their yard were shocked when they saw this scene.

General Hongying's martyrdom is still splitting out incarnations. A team of ten people walked into the witch temple and nodded to them as they passed Ren Feiguang and Lu Miaoying. people.

Another soldier brought Shenjun's horse, put it on the carriage, and asked Ren Feiguang and Lu Miaoying to go up.

Many documents that were finally moved were left in Keyue City, but this time Lu Miaoying did not force Ren Feiguang to bring them to her.

First of all, just now she has dug out the few records that are most needed at the moment, so she can continue to count.Secondly, it is obvious that the martyrs of the country are now going to take them on their way. Although Lu Miaoying does not know where they are going, she has always been good at how not to delay.

The soldiers who rushed to the chariot disappeared immediately, and returned to the general Hongying, who was assembled by the martyrs.

General Hongying drove the chariot himself, and the handsome horse was probably some kind of strange beast raised by the Three Islands and Ten Continents. It ran very fast and left the city from the north gate of Keyue City.

"Your Highness," Ren Feiguang glanced at Lu Miaoying, who continued to write and draw after getting into the car, held up the pen that he couldn't hold for his niece, and turned his head to ask, "Are we going to Pingjing too?"

"Of course, Pingjing is obviously the center of this ghost domain. Although the further you go to the center, the more dangerous it is, but it's better than staying too peripheral and not having time to react when something happens." After all, the strength is enough, so there is no need to worry too much. This way of war, "It's faster to follow His Highness Dongjun, but his side is the front line, and it's too dangerous for you."

Ren Feiguang looked taught.

Lu Miaoying didn't pay attention to this, her writing hand stopped, and her eyes drifted out of the car window.

In the sky this morning, she could still see many farmers busy harvesting rice fields outside the city.

But at this moment, only the wind blows the ears of rice like waves.The carriage was galloping, except for them and the occasional martyr soldiers who appeared along the way, there was not a single person to be seen along the way.