V2.Chapter 370

Yu Wan has been kidnapped by the black messengers for so long. Of course, she already knows the identities of Mama and Awei and the others. However, she has always believed that they have no bad intentions towards her, otherwise there will be so many opportunities to attack. , they had already succeeded.

Yu Wan didn't dare to say how smart she was, but she could still tell who was good to her and who was bad to her.

If it wasn't for Mama and the others, Yan Jiuchao would not have been able to find the two herbs.

Therefore, whether it is love or reason, she can't care about the life and death of Mamma and the others.

"Eh? You're not dead?" Old Cuitou found Adou with a blue nose and a swollen face.

Adou snorted: "We are masters, it's not so easy to die!"

Yu Wan also looked at Adou: "Adou, do you know where they will take Ama?"

Adou said, "Where else can I go? His palace!"

After Adou finished speaking, he frowned. He felt as if he had forgotten something very important, but he couldn't remember what it was.

Old Cui Tou glanced at him, hehe, isn't it the white messenger? Didn't I want to capture your "madam" back? You are caught!

Adou scratched his head, he forgot something...

The hills of the ghost tribe are emerald green, and the palace is located in a beautiful mountain. The foot of the mountain is guarded by heavy troops, and there are many organs along the way. If you want to sneak into the palace quietly, it is tantamount to ascending to the sky, but if someone leads the way. , that is another matter.

The old man and A Wei were sitting on the bare prison cart. The luggage of the three was placed on the other prison cart. The leader was the first-class guard under the Ghost King, named Goshawk.

Goshawk and Qingyan and Yuehook went out of the same door, and they were both the king's personal guards. The difference is that Goshawk was more qualified in martial arts. The old man selected and became the white messenger who went to arrest his wife.

Three years into the mission, Goshawk received the guidance of the Ghost King and the Dharma Protectors, and his martial arts advanced by leaps and bounds. Today, his skills are no longer inferior to Shura.

In comparison, Qingyan and Yuegou are not very accomplished in martial arts, but if one asks their vision, they are naturally higher. , Helian Mansion, there is no place they have not been to.

But what is the use of vision?

Today, it is the goshawks who are walking outside with majesty and arrogance, and it is them who are pitifully locked in the prison car.

Qingyan sighed: "Hey, we are all old friends, let's not say that we are welcome, at least sit in a decent carriage, and let the clansmen see us like this in a while, isn't it shameful?"

The goshawk ignored him and continued to walk up the mountain with an expressionless face.

Qing Yan reluctantly wiped his face, looked at the old man with his eyes closed, and looked at Yue Hook and A Wei who frowned, and then said with a deadpan expression, "Brother Cang, Brother Ying?

The goshawk pulled out his sword, and a stern sword qi slashed over. Qingyan's hair was cut off, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak again.

When approaching the palace, the prison cart was covered with a black cloth, and when the reels finally stopped turning, the black cloth was uncovered.

At this time, the sun was getting low, and the setting sun was like blood in the depths of the mountains.

The goshawk had already left to return to the king.

They were thrown into a lonely courtyard together with the prison cart. At first, there were guards guarding them, but even the guards didn't bother to guard them at the back.

There is no other reason. This prison cart is made of ten thousand years of black iron. They are locked here, and it is basically impossible to fly.

Qing Yan leaned on the prison car behind him, looked at the gray-blue sky, and sighed a long time: "Mama, do you think we will die?"

The answer is beyond doubt, they betrayed the king, of course there is no way to live, the difference is to die happily, or to be tortured to death.

"Ma'am, what do you think the king will do with us?"

Qingyan has grown up so big, and he has never seen Wang's true face, let alone know him. Among them, only priests can often be summoned by the king. It can be said that no one in the entire clan knows the king better than priests. .

However, Wang was a man of uncertainty, and even Mammy could not guess what he would do.

"Paolo or Lingchi? I guess." Mammy said calmly.

Qingyan's hairs were all exploded.

Cannon?

Ling late?

Is it so scary?

The old man continued: "Wang doesn't like to cut in half. He said that half of the body, twisting it twice, will lose his breath. It's boring."

Twist, twist twice?

Qingyan's brain made up for the image of himself being cut off in the middle, and then half of his body was twisting in pain on the ground, and he couldn't help covering his chest and retching for a while.

"Is the rumor true?"

Is Wang really so cruel?

Qingyan's whole person is not well.

The old man lifted his eyelids lightly and glanced at him: "Rumor? Hehe."

In fact, Wang was not born so cruel. He was raised by an old man. When he was young, he was a jade-like son. Unfortunately, he did not listen to dissuasion and practiced martial arts in the forbidden area. tidy.

Although the old man did not practice martial arts, he also vaguely understood what kind of evil power Wang was practicing. I was afraid that it would be more serious than Shura's going into the devil. If he wanted to restore his original temperament, he was afraid that he would have to abolish his martial arts. How could Wang be willing?

The perennial evil art has not only changed the king's temperament, but even his appearance has changed day by day. He has become so ugly that he has to wear a mask.

Not many people know these secrets, the old man is one.

But maybe soon, the old man will not be counted, because he will be executed by the king.

"Just now... I heard Shura's voice. Shura was with Awan. Have they received Awan from Jiu Chao? That stupid girl wouldn't really trade herself for us, would she?"

Speaking of this, Qingyan couldn't help but sigh again.

If he could, he really hoped he could tell her, don't waste your efforts, it's useless to come, Wang won't let them go, but she'll put herself in for nothing.

"Hey, what's the matter with the two of you?" Qingyan and Mama talked for a long time, but Yuegou and Awei didn't respond at all. The two stared at the load in the other prison car, like they were staring at some rare treasure. similar.

Moon hook bowed his head guiltily.

It was also when he slipped through the ropes that he discovered the secret in the load!

He and A Wei finally slid over, and when A Wei tied the load to his body, an egg accidentally fell out, which scared him to death!

Qingyan keenly caught the strangeness of the moon hook, squinted his eyes, and asked, "Hey, are you two hiding something from us?"

Just when Yue Hook could hardly stand to confess, a figure of immortal wind and bones walked over casually.

"Senior brother, long time no see."

Qingyan turned his head to look at the other party. It was a man of the same age as the old man. He was slightly taller than the old man. He was wearing a priest's robe and had a proud look on his face.

Qingyan knew him, grandma's younger brother, Qiu Wuya.

Qingyan didn't have a good impression of him. First, the person's reputation was not good. In the early years, it was reported that he used a living person to test medicines. Because he was grandma's junior brother and cousin, his life was spared by the clan elders; The second is that this person and grandma have some personal holidays.

In short, Qingyan didn't like him.

Seeing him wearing priest's clothes, Qingyan frowned: "Who allowed you to touch grandma's things?"

"You can see clearly." Qiu Wuya spread his arms and smiled, "He is no longer a priest, I am, you should call me grandma instead."

"Grandma" means Venerable in the ghost clan, but only people who are very close to each other can call each other that way.

Qingyan glanced at him in disgust: "You deserve it?"

Qiu Wuya didn't talk too much with Qingyan, he came to the old man, smiled, and said, "The last time I saw my brother, he wanted to kick me out of the clan, but when we meet again, my brother is actually sitting in a seat. In the prison car. For the sake of my brother who took care of me a lot, I will beg the king to give my brother a happy moment, but these little ones, forgive me and I can’t do anything.”

The old man looked at him lightly.

Qiu Wuya sneered: "Senior brother, don't look at me like this, but it's not that I want you to betray the ghost clan. I told you earlier that one day, I will make you look at me with admiration."

The old man's eyes were cold: "What have you done? Why did the king let you be a priest?"

Qiu Wuya's lips curled up and said, "Because I can heal Wang's face, I can make Wang stand upright in front of the world."

The old man shook his head: "The king's face cannot be healed at all, unless..."

Qiu Wuya interrupted him: "Unless he gives up martial arts? Senior brother, that means you are incompetent, but it doesn't mean I can't."

After that, he leaned closer to the old man's ear and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Use the heart of a living person as medicine, the blood of seven pairs of virgins, the fetus on the seventh day of the forty-ninth day... Do you want to continue listening?"

The old man looked at him calmly, with no trace of anger in his eyes.

Qiu Wuya was a little disappointed: "I told my senior brother about this three years ago, and my senior brother wanted to kill me. How can senior senior brother be indifferent now?"

The old man closed his eyes and ignored him.

Qiu Wuya sneered and said: "Then why don't I tell you another good news, Madam has returned, and on her way to the palace, I have already set up a net of heaven and earth, senior brother, whoever you failed to catch, I will take care of you. The king catches it! I will prove to the king that I am the most trustworthy priest!"

"You despicable villain!" Qingyan slammed into the plank of the prison cart.

Qiu Wuya took a step back and sneered at Qingyan and his group: "Here's someone!"

The two guards stepped forward in response, cupped their hands and said, "Master Qiu!"

Qiu Wuya coldly instructed: "Take care of them, don't give them food, and don't give them water."

"This..." The two guards looked at each other, and one of them said, "Master Cang said, let's watch it carefully, we can't go wrong, a few strong men are fine, but the priest..."

The old man is getting old and can't bear too much tossing.

Qiu Wuya said sarcastically: "Is this priest's words useless? If he is hungry, he won't do anything. If something goes wrong, this priest will take care of it for you."

The guard said: "Since the priest Qiu said so, then I will just obey my orders."

Qiu Wuya sneered and left.

Qingyan was so angry: "Damn!"

Yue hook looked at the chapped grandma, and silently touched her waist, only then remembered that the water bag had been searched.

"I'm fine." The old man closed his eyes.

After nightfall, Qiu Wuya asked the guards to bring good wine and good food. The fragrant meat smell mixed with the aroma of good wine, making Qingyan and others hungry.

suck~

An egg sucked in saliva.

Just when Qingyan and the others were so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs, the load on the other prison cart suddenly moved.

Qingyan happened to be facing the direction of the burden. He suspected that he was seeing it wrong, and rubbed his eyes. The next second, he saw the cloth on the burden was lifted from the inside, and a small round head stuck out.

Omg!

Qingyan supported the wooden board behind him and almost didn't jump up!

Two or three round little heads stuck out.

Suck it~ Suck it~

so hungry!

Qingyan opened his mouth wide. He was so surprised that he almost lost his voice. He tugged at the old man's sleeve.

The old man swallowed: "I'm not hungry."

Not hungry! Yes... it's you, look!

The three little black eggs climbed out of the load, twisted their chubby little bodies, and got out of the gap between the wooden boards of the prison cart.

He was obviously fat, but he slipped through such a narrow gap.

The three little black eggs sauntered behind the guards.

The guard also fed the last bite of meat into his mouth.

The three frowned in disappointment.

The guard was not full, rubbed his stomach, said I'll get it, then got up and went to the kitchen.

The little black eggs kept up with them cutely, and there was no sound at all.

"A, Mamma!" Qingyan finally found his voice, "Look over there!"

Mamma looked in the direction of his finger: "What?"

Qingyan was stunned.

What about people?

What about eggs?

What about three eggs? ! !

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