Jianghuke

"I heard from Yuan Ming that Huaiyuan has fallen into the hands of Feihua Pavilion." Fang Hongxuan brushed aside the curtain beside the bed, picked up the sword on the ground, and tore through the bedding casually, revealing a few soft cotton pillows, "Long Qinghuan herself I was injured, so I asked you to die instead? It's a good idea."

Jiang Wuzhou gritted his teeth and recovered from the burning pain. With a hoarse voice, he sneered and said, "He just suffered some superficial injuries, and he is currently busy looking for a good coffin for you near Montenegro. Cough cough Cough... I'm dead, Xuanzong is not far from being destroyed, you just... uh..."

Fang Hongxuan grabbed his neck, his face was as cold as frost, and said in a low voice: "Chidie was captured, Xuanniao was placed under house arrest, what tricks do you have? Do you really think that a group of mobs can move Xuanzong here?"

The face under the candlelight was dim, and Jiang Wuzhou couldn't distinguish his eyes, and he couldn't think about whether these words were true or not. The pain caused by suffocation spread to his limbs like a tide, and the strength of his struggle became weaker and weaker. The light in his eyes gradually faded away, like a lamp that was about to be extinguished.

Fang Hongxuan suddenly let go, threw down a bottle of antidote, got up and opened the window, and said, "I have to go back to Montenegro to deal with those restless guys, so I don't have time to spend time with you here. You go and tell Zong Qinghuan After seven days, let him wait here with Huaiyuan, and I will take my nephew back in person. Otherwise, Xuanniao's life will be lost."

The black figure disappeared into the snow with the voice, and the wind and snow that was blocked outside took the opportunity to sweep through the house, blowing away most of the warmth.

Jiang Wuzhou curled up on the ground and coughed for a while, took out an antidote and took it, lay down on the edge of the bed and rested for a while before looking up at the wide open window.

In the middle of the window frame hangs a round of silvery moon reflecting the color of snow, shadows of dead branches and trees whirling, quiet and peaceful, it seems that no one has been here, it was just a nightmare.

He closed his eyes, thought over what Fang Hongxuan said, stood up with force, staggered to the side of the chest of drawers, and found a locked box.

The things locked inside were all collected by Zhong Qinghuan from his own room and taken away.

Jiang Wuzhou wanted to dial the mechanism lock, but because his hands trembled too much, he failed to turn it correctly twice, as if someone was trying to obstruct it in the dark, unwilling to let the things in the box see the light of day again.

After a few breaths, there was a soft "click".

The lid of the box was gently opened, and there were some porcelain cups and powder boxes neatly placed inside, with soft whitewashes and small eyebrow pencils, and many of them were carefully wrapped in brocade cloth for fear of being damaged, which shows that the clean-up people were quite careful. .

Under the flickering candlelight, Jiang Wuzhou lowered his eyes, randomly picked out a pen, flicked it twice with his fingertips, and tried to turn it around a few times.

Although it has been a long time since that accident, when the familiar feeling of disgust came to his heart, and the crisp sound of cracking porcelain reappeared in his ears, clamoring to drag people into the gap between reality and illusion, his face turned pale suddenly stand up.

Xin An said.Montenegro.

On weekdays, the outlying villages that are responsible for the food and clothing of the black witches are in a mess, the fields are completely destroyed, and there are not many good tile-roofed farmhouses. The flag, bright blue and bright, rattled, and the word "Kicking Hall" was hung on it in a grandiose manner.

Fang Hongxuan stood with his hands behind his back, stood under the tree and looked at it for a long time, sneered twice, turned around and stepped on a little-known mountain path.

In the Hall of Soul Refining, Chi Heting was sitting on a wall bored, holding a piece of piccolo that he found out from nowhere, and intermittently playing tunes that were out of tune, it sounded as ugly as a ghost screaming.

A faint sarcasm sounded from under the wall: "You are quite leisurely."

Chi Heting paused, put away his flute, jumped off the wall, and said coldly, "That's not as playful as the suzerain, who would leave for days and tell me to wait. What's the view at the foot of the mountain?"

"I don't like blue." Fang Hongxuan glanced at him, but he was not annoyed, he just said, "You still dare to ask, are you afraid that I will kill Chidie in a fit of anger?"

"I've been staying in the Soul Refining Hall honestly for the past few days, so what's the matter with me?" Chi Heting shrugged, "Since you keep me useful, you won't kill him easily. Otherwise, why bother? The silver butterfly pendant is threatening me?"

Fang Hongxuan laughed without hiding it, and said bluntly: "It is indeed useful for me to keep you."

"Okay, then let me meet Gu Miao first."

"Oh? Don't listen to what I want you to do first?"

Chi Heting shook his head and said, "As long as you promise to let him go, I can do anything."

"This seat agrees."

"I'm going to see him now."

Fang Hongxuan narrowed his eyes: "The life and death of the two of you are in the mind of this seat. You not only dare to speak provocatively, but also dare to make conditions with this seat. You are quite courageous. No wonder you choose to betray this seat."

"The suzerain is too much." Chi Heting didn't bother to pay attention to his temptation anymore, feeling a little anxious in his heart, looked into Fang Hongxuan's eyes, and asked again, "Let me see him."

Fang Hongxuan turned the fingers in his hand, pondered for a while, his expression softened again, and said benevolently: "I will take you to see him right now, and give you another fifteen minutes to catch up on the past, how about it?"

Chi Heting looked at him suspiciously for several times, and said dryly, "Thank you."

"Tie this up." Fang Hongxuan took out a dark purple ribbon from his bosom and threw it to him, "If you untie it halfway, you will never see Chidie again."

Chi Heting obediently covered his eyes, and was led around for an unknown amount of time, when suddenly his eyes lightened, and the ribbon was taken off.

Holding the ribbon tightly, Fang Hongxuan lifted his chin forward.

This is a stone room that has never been seen before. The building layout is roughly "I" shape. It is divided into two rooms, separated by a narrow corridor. Gu Miao is probably locked in the room at the other end of the corridor.

The sun is not visible here, only the half-dead flames of the oil lamps on both sides are barely visible.

Chi Heting looked around, but couldn't find any traces of the exit from the stone room he was in, suppressed his thoughts for the time being, looked at the short corridor with vigilance, and then quickly walked through.

Following the sound of footsteps, there was a soft sound of chains colliding in the opposite stone room.

"Who?" Gu Miao raised her head, accidentally touched the wound on her lute bone, and let out a low hiss in pain. She was still staring at the entrance of the short corridor, like a small beast that had fallen into a trap but was still vicious, "Fang Hongxuan ?”

He hadn't taken any medicine for almost seven days, and he couldn't even see the appearance of the person who came, but he pressed his back against the wall and put on a defensive posture.

"... Sanshui."

Gu Miao was stunned, her tense body slowly relaxed, showing a little bewildered look: "Ah Chi? How did you find this place?"

Chi Heting knelt down beside him, fixedly staring at the blood-stained iron chain that passed through the lute bone, his eyes were red, his heart was so painful that he was about to bleed, he didn't dare to touch it, and only carefully held his scarred hand , whispered: "I made a deal with Fang Hongxuan."

"No! You don't know his details, so how can you mess around!?" Gu Miao's reaction was unexpectedly intense, "Ah Chi, listen to me, I saw him in the secret room... is there anyone nearby? "

Chi Heting looked back.

At the other end of the short corridor, Fang Hongxuan disappeared at some point.

Neither of them heard the sound of starting the mechanism, nor did they know how the mechanism worked.

"No." Chi Heting raised his hand to wipe the dirt on his face, then took out another Liuweiwan and stuffed it into his mouth, "You say."

Gu Miao swallowed the pill, and her whole body became much more energetic. She leaned forward and said eagerly, "As soon as I entered the secret room that day, I saw an iron cage standing in the middle, and there was a strange-shaped mouth inside. A crystal coffin, filled with a viscous blue liquid. There is a naked/naked/naked person in it, as if dead, but still panting."

The words and sentences in the secret letter flashed across my mind like lightning, and Chi Heting blurted out: "Same fate?!"

"what?"

"Sanshui, what does that person look like?"

Gu Miao was silent for a while, then said with some fear, "That man... looks exactly like Fang Hongxuan."