Five supernatural bosses are vying to marry me

The glazed bead thread was like a silver streamer and was heading towards Emperor Fengdu with a bone-chilling chill. The glazed beads just brushed against the black lacquered wooden coffin, and the black lacquered wooden coffin that was carried was immediately torn apart and exploded.

Nan Jing lifted the wide sleeves of the red wedding gown with both hands, and instantly lowered his head and raised his hands to cover his body and face with the wide sleeves like an umbrella to block the flying wood debris. There was a whistling blow, and the slag fell on the entire gray-white stone brick steps, making a crackling sound.

"boom--"

As if the entire gray-white stone steps were vibrating, Nan Jing had to put down the body supporting him with one hand. The moment he lowered his head, Nan Jing's light-colored pupils shrank, and he saw the rough and hard steps disintegrate. Crack, if you continue to fight, this ladder will definitely collapse!

Looking at the silver bell hanging on the collarbone, Nan Jing held the bell in his mouth almost without hesitation, bit the tip of his tongue neatly, hooked up the little finger of his left hand, and sprayed blood from the tip of his tongue onto the ghost mark.

A cold feeling rushed straight to his body, and his already weakened body quickly surged with strength.

Nan Jing stretched his back and turned over. The wet red wedding dress followed his movements and drew a red mark in the air. Nan Jing directly dodged a piece of crushed stone that disintegrated and flew towards him. When turning over, Nan Jing subconsciously licked the tip of his tongue , After the tip of his tongue, which was so painful, squinted his eyes, touched the cold and humid air, he finally got better.

The entire ladder collapsed from where the two fought.

After dodging the gravel, Nan Jing walked towards the top of the ladder almost non-stop, and stepped on the last gray-white stone brick before the place collapsed. He looked back and saw a man covered in black The village head of Madara and Li Yifei opened their eyes in panic, their eyeballs had turned red and they were rolling around, obviously they were no longer human.

The gray-white stone bricks were broken into pieces, and the cracks in the stone brushed against the bodies of the village head and Li Yifei. Before they could react, Nan Jing saw the two of them struggling with their limbs and falling down with the rolling stone bricks .

Hundreds of meters high, the gray-white stone bricks fell into small spots, and no sound could be heard, and a person would be crushed to pieces.

Nan Jing:!

The bell in his mouth rang crazily, Nan Jing gritted his teeth and walked up a few more steps, his light-colored pupils completely turned as black as ink, he knelt down on the stone brick, and spit out the silver bell in his mouth.

It was too painful, Nan Jing let out a long breath, the red wedding dress was blown up by the hunting wind, Nan Jing directly grabbed the red wedding dress and pressed it down, he squinted his eyes and looked back.

Seeing Emperor Fengdu's toga sleeves fluttering in the wind, he stood with one hand behind his back, and stretched out the other, not even stretching out the gold-encrusted jade sword, the tip of which hung down to the ground. The sword energy that became destructive rushed towards Po Meng.

As soon as Po Meng's red umbrella turned and stretched out, her whole body seemed to be pushed hard.

The picture scroll that fell to the ground by Nan Jing suddenly flew up and hung in the air. Emperor Fengdu retracted his hand, and Po Meng fell straight into the picture scroll as if being hit, and the cold silver glazed beads slammed After a pause, it rushed into the picture scroll like a streamer.

The picture scroll shook slightly, Nan Jing heard a bell ringing, a flash of light flashed in the picture scroll, and it slowly fell into Nan Jing's arms.

Nan Jing took the scroll in a daze, and a bell slowly appeared on the ankle of Granny Meng in white and red skirt on the scroll. The bell shook on Granny Meng's bare ankle. Nan Jing saw the painting Po Meng's half-closed eyes in the scroll looked at him.

The cold tear mole on that face that resembled Yu Anyan seemed to dance in the scroll, and Nan Jing's figure was printed in the ink pupil, with a destructive madness...

"Well-"

Nan Jing felt a pain in his right shoulder. He instinctively turned his head to look at his right shoulder. The red wedding dress had long been tattered. Nan Jing saw that his bleeding right shoulder was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was a flash in the wound. , it seems that... there is a bell embedded in it?

There was that kind of needle-like pain on the top of his head again. Nan Jing couldn't hold it anymore, so he simply didn't want to. He directly pinched the picture scroll and stuffed it into his clothes, and fell down on the steps without strength. He thought he would be hardened. Brick's painful head was supported by a gentle force.

Nan Jing blinked, watching the Great Emperor Fengdu who withdrew his hand walking towards him.

At this time, the morning light of Shanlong Mountain finally dawned, and the morning glow in the mountains bloomed, dyeing the large indigo clouds to the golden edge, and the deep dark green and light translucent green began to receive the first ray of morning light in the whole mountain. , every leaf halos the foggy light.

Nan Jing huddled on the gray-white stone bricks, his red wedding dress was tattered, his legs were even torn off neatly by Nan Jing for the convenience of movement, and his two straight porcelain white legs stretched out Came out to rub against the gray and white stone bricks, the front of the pair of red embroidered shoes had been worn out, and there were red marks from the wear on the thin ankles.

Blood dripped from some small wounds on his shoulders, and his waist trembled. Nan Jing didn't notice it. He pursed his lips tightly and looked at the approaching Emperor Fengdu with a trace of vigilance and curiosity.

The wind in the entire mountain forest seemed to be quiet.

Ghost Emperor's footsteps paused, he moved his hand, and a black Taoist robe appeared out of nowhere and he covered Nan Jing's body.

Nanjing:?

He is not cold now, the climate in June, after the wind breaks and the rain clears, it is still quite hot on the ladder.

I saw Emperor Fengdu squatting down halfway, closing his cold and compassionate eyes, his slender and powerful hand carved like fine jade was hanging in front of Nan Jing's heart, and then Nan Jing saw a straw puppet floating out of his heart.

The straw puppet was tied very rough, and the whole puppet seemed to have been soaked in blackened blood, exuding an ominous and sticky stench. There was a piece of yellow paper on the puppet with two words written on it. .

Nan Jing squinted his eyes to make a distinction, and found that the two words turned out to be his own name——Nan Jing.

Nan Jing lost his strength and said hoarsely: "What is this?"

Why does this straw puppet, which makes him feel so disgusting, have his own name on it?

Emperor Fengdu in the black robe held the puppet, glanced at the south mirror, and asked softly: "Can you see it?"

"Is it the grass puppet in your hand?" Nan Jing's eyes fell on the puppet, "My name is still written on it. What is this...?"

Emperor Fengdu lowered his eyes, Nan Jing didn't wait for an answer, just wanted to get up, when Emperor Fengdu suddenly tightened his fingers, the grass puppet on the jade palm was squeezed lightly, and suddenly turned into black ash.

Emperor Fengdu looked at Nanjing who was choked by the flying black ash and coughed loudly, and asked softly, "Does your body still hurt?"

The restless pain just like a pinprick disappeared, Nan Jing pursed her lips and shook her head: "It doesn't hurt now."

The scattered black ash dissipated quickly, Nan Jing stopped coughing, he burst into tears, looked at Emperor Fengdu with red eyes, wanted to ask what happened to this puppet, but saw Emperor Fengdu stand up.

An extremely bright golden light appeared on the edge of the sky.

Nan Jing seemed to see that the golden light was full of white lotus flowers with golden edges, and the fairy voice was faint. Emperor Fengdu lowered his head and said softly: "Nan Jing, since you and I are destined, if you encounter ghosts and gods again in the future, you can go to Tongxuantai Learn to find me."

Um?Through Xuan Taixue?

What is that?

The overlapping sounds of the ancient qin that seemed to be scattered in the ears had a hypnotic effect, Nan Jing squinted his eyes, and glanced at Yu Anyan who fell not far away, and his body fell heavily on the steps, completely losing consciousness.

Yu Anyan moved his eyelids and slowly opened his eyes. He took a few quick breaths and suddenly realized something. He sat up suddenly and looked around. When he saw Nan Jing lying on the ground, his heart skipped a beat. Jump.

Kneeling on both knees, Yu Anyan walked up to Nan Jing on his knees, he stretched out his hand and touched Nan Jing's snort.

Warm breath sprayed weakly on his fingers.

still alive.

Yu Anyan seemed to be crying and laughing, he coughed a few times suddenly, a mouthful of blood slowly overflowed, Yu Anyan wiped the blood casually, stretched out his arms and directly hugged Nan Jing's back to his back, part of the ladder going down the mountain had collapsed in disgrace, Every step was barely enough to step on. Yu Anyan carried the south mirror on his back, held the hemp rope and protective pole on the ladder as a guardrail with one hand, and walked down step by step.

The sky is bright, and there is a thin mist floating in the mountains. The light golden light shines through the thin mist, and the gentle wind blows, and the accumulated rainwater on the leaves of the trees falls with the wind, very gentle, Like... the evening breeze when Yu Anyan was 12 years old.

Yu Anyan held Nan Jing firmly on his back and walked down. The wedding dress Nan Jing wore was wet and easily slipped off. Every time it slipped, Yu Anyan immediately stopped and quickly pulled Nan Jing onto his shoulders.

The mechanical watch on Yu Anyan's wrist, which had been smashed to pieces, turned slowly, as if his stagnant time had been dialed again.

Blood overflowed from Yu Anyan's lower back, he was still in a state of undisturbed body, holding Nan Jing tightly on his back

"South Mirror?"

There was no reply, the blood overflowing from the corner of Yu Anyan's lips made him look extremely embarrassed, Yu Anyan didn't care about it at all, he hugged Nan Jing and lifted him up, holding Nan Jing firmly on his back.

He, Yu Anyan, doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, he doesn't believe in the so-called gods to save him, he doesn't believe in the world.

But South Mirror...

A tear dripped from the corner of Yu Anyan's eye, trembling on Leng Yi's red mole, and fell quickly, if, if there are really gods in the world.

Then there are nine thousand gods in the sky and three thousand ghosts and gods underground, I beg you, I, Yu Anyan, beg you, let Nan Jing survive.

Nan Jing is only 19 years old. Nan Jing should not die in this damp and rotten Shanlong Village. There are more bright and sunny summers belonging to Nan Jing, summers belonging to young people, not this damp and dark place full of evil spirits and evil spirits. Summer of suspicion.

What really deserved to be damned was his early death, Yu Anyan's eyes were flushed, and he coughed out blood in a low voice.

There was a loud noise in the distance, and someone was shouting in this direction.

"They're here! They're here!"

"Someone found! Two people! Two people! Someone found!"

"Come to the doctor! The victim is injured and bleeding!"

……

A lot of noisy voices came, and Yu Anyan knelt down on the stone steps. He tightly surrounded Nan Jing with his hands to prevent Nan Jing from falling, opened his blood-stained eyelids, and looked at the rushing rescuers.

The gray-haired Yu Hong ran towards his son on his old legs, and the rescuers hurriedly carried the two onto the stretcher.

Yu Anyan raised his eyelids, his eyes were in a trance, he firmly grasped Yu Hong's hand, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said in a hoarse voice: "Help, him."

"Save Nanjing..."

Saying that, Yu Anyan's arm hangs down feebly.

Tears welled up in Yu Hong's eyes, tears flowed down his cheeks, and his gray hair trembled. This business tycoon held Yu Anyan's hanging arm and tried to shake Yu Anyan's arm. He chased the stretcher and shouted in pain: "An Yan! My An An!"

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