V2.Chapter 530

"Er Treasure can't hold back!"

Erbao jumped off the carriage clutching his small crotch.

Dabao looked at Xiaobao, then at Erbao, looked at the sky for a second, and jumped down while covering his crotch.

Dabao can't hold back...

Zhou Jin covered his eyes and turned his face away.

These three little things, even peeing together...

Xiaobao really couldn't hold it in anymore, and Erbao Dabao was here to rub off, but it was the same thing for the two of them to hold back.

All of a sudden, three little fat people came, and Yu Wan was in a hurry!

"Mother mother! Little treasure wants to pee!"

"Er Treasure! Second Treasure wants to pee!"

Big treasure too!

The three scrambled to jump in front of Yu Wan, Yu Wan was one head and two big.

At this moment, the door of the latrine opened, and of course Dabao, who had no pee, ran the fastest, and occupied the latrine in a flash!

"You...don't fall in!" Yu Wan chased into the thatched hut.

Erbao doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the fun, he clutches his crotch and screams louder than Xiaobao.

Little Treasure, who always bullied his two older brothers round and round, finally has a day when his boat capsizes in the gutter. He is so suffocated that he can't wait for Big Treasure to come out, so he will find a place to pee himself!

He found a jar, and rounded it up, it was a chamber pot!

But there was something in the jar, and one jar couldn't hold it, so Xiaobao urinated on three jars...

The young man went to settle the bill, and when he returned to the wall and carried the wine jar onto the carriage, he wondered if it was his own delusion. He always felt that the shochu this time was heavier than the previous one.

Could it be that he is a repeat customer, and he bought so much at one time, and the store's conscience found that he added two or two more wine?

"Hmm." The young man returned to the palace with the wine jar.

The Hall of Light is heavily guarded and heavily guarded by heavy soldiers. There are four martial rakshasas and ten great wizards as guardians. There must be no mistake in the awakening of the soul rakshasas. Therefore, even in the palace, the witch queen never dares to take it lightly.

"Young Master, you find a place to rest first, Ying Liu and I will steal the bones of the Holy King, and then go to assassinate the Soul Rakshasa when it gets dark." Ying Thirteen suggested.

"Isn't the soul rakshasa becoming stronger when it gets dark?" Ying Liu asked.

Ying Shisan said: "That has nothing to do with the darkness, but he just happened to wake up at night and fell asleep again at dawn."

"Then... is it awake now?" Ying Liu asked again.

"I think so." Ying Shisan said that he had no evidence, just an intuition that was born different from ordinary people. His intuition had saved him many times, not to mention ten out of ten times. Yes, but at least seven or eight times.

"What do you think, Young Master?" Ying Shisan decided to listen to Yan Jiuchao's opinion.

Yan Jiuchao nodded lightly: "Alright."

Last night, I was kicked all night by three little black eggs with invincible and shadowless little feet, and a certain young master didn't sleep well.

Yan Jiuchao swaggered into the Wuwang Palace and lay on the bed in the Nuan Pavilion.

The warm pavilion of the Wu clan is warm in winter and cool in summer, and it is very comfortable to lie on it. After a while, a certain young master fell asleep.

Ying Six and Ying Thirteen avoided the patrolling guards and sneaked into the courtyard where the bones of the Holy King were buried.

"Thirteen, look! Saint Immortal Orchid!" Ying Liu pointed to a small garden in the yard full of purple flower buds and said, "It's so beautiful!"

"It's very beautiful." Ying Shisan nodded softly.

"Huh?" Ying Six looked strangely at Ying Thirteen.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Ying Shisan asked.

Ying Liu smiled slightly: "I used to ask you if those flowers were good-looking, but you always said, aren't they just flowers? Don't all flowers look like you?"

He is handsome and handsome, and there is a clean and beautiful atmosphere when he smiles.

A man like a beautiful boy will make people want to protect him involuntarily.

Ying Thirteen's expression paused for a while, and then he looked away from Ying Liu's face and landed on the little purple flower. Ying Liu was right, he was a killer, and those flowers and plants had never had anything in his eyes. Different, but somehow, this piece of Saint Immortal Orchid seemed to open in his heart all of a sudden.

"Saint Immortal Orchid will only survive on the bones and blood of the Holy King, and the bones of the Holy King should be buried underneath, right?" Ying Liu quickly forgot about Ying Thirteen's strangeness, and pulled out a piece from his waist. With the dagger, "Before the guards come, hurry up!"

Shadow Thirteen fixedly looked at the piece of Saint Immortal Orchid.

Ying Liu reminded: "Thirteen! Don't look at it, someone will come over in a while!"

Ying Shisan returned to God, frowning slightly: "You wait first."

"What's wrong?" Ying Liu had already crouched down and was ready to dig.

"This piece of Saint Immortal Orchid is weird." Ying Shisan said sternly.

"Weird? What's weird?" Ying Liu asked in confusion.

Ying Shisan frowned: "I can't tell. It's obviously not the first time I've seen them, but... they don't seem to be the same as before."

"What's the difference?" Ying Liu has also been to the Witch King's Palace, and naturally he has seen this piece of Saint Immortal Orchid. He didn't think there was any change this time. Suddenly, he thought of something and smiled knowingly, "They opened It's even brighter!"

It seems so, but...is it really just that?

Ying Liu tugged at his sleeve: "Okay, don't just focus on looking at the flowers, you like little purple flowers, I'll plant a garden for you later! Let you open the window and see more purple flowers than here!"

Shadow Thirteen cleared his throat.

Ying Liu turned around and dug up the corpse of the Holy King.

"You... can grow flowers?"

Shadow Thirteen spoke solemnly.

Ying Liu said without hesitation: "Isn't it possible to learn! Isn't Uncle Wan able to grow flowers? When the young master has solved the poison of thyme, we will go back to Yancheng together, and then I will learn to grow flowers with Uncle Wan."

"You...why do you want to learn to grow flowers?" Ying Shisan squatted down beside Ying Liu, also took out a dagger, and dug it hard.

"Thirteen likes flowers!" Ying Liu said.

Ying Shisan choked for a moment, his eyes flashed slightly, "I don't like flowers."

"Then what do you like?" Ying Liu looked at him seriously.

"I like..." In the middle of Ying Thirteen's words, his expression changed.

"What's wrong?" Shadow Six asked.

Ying Thirteen pressed into the half dug hole and handed the dagger to Ying Six: "Take it."

"Oh." Ying Six took Ying Thirteen's dagger.

Ying Thirteen carefully pushed away the soil under his hands, revealing a cold bone.

Ying Liu squinted: "I found it! It's the corpse of the Holy King!"

Ying Shisan removed the surrounding soil, and unexpectedly discovered that it was a rib, and there was no other corpse under the flowerbed except for this rib.

Ying Liu took the rib in his hand and turned it over and over: "What, what's the matter? Why is there only one bone? Is this the bone of the Holy King?"

"Yes."

Yan Jiuchao walked over casually.

The two stood up: "Young Master."

Yan Jiuchao said: "The holy king buried the bones, the holy immortal Lankai, this should be the rib of the holy king."

Ying Liu suddenly realized and nodded, and then said: "Young master, it's so strange, the corpse of the holy king is gone, only one rib is left."

Yan Jiuchao looked at the rib in Eye Shadow Six's hand and said, "It's not that there is only one rib left, but only one rib was originally buried."

Shadow Six was stunned.

Shadow Thirteen also showed a puzzled look.

Ying Thirteen asked, "Young Master, what happened here? Does the Witch King know? He asked us to steal the corpse of the Holy King, did he just steal back this rib?"

Yan Jiuchao said indifferently: "If he knew that there was only one rib buried here, he would have been restless, and even the Witch King had concealed it. The Holy King is really well-intentioned."

Ying Shisan frowned and said, "Listen to what the young master said, all this was planned by the Holy King? Why did she do this?"

Yan Jiuchao said, "Why? Of course it's for Zhou Jin."

"Zhou Jin?" Ying Shisan murmured thoughtfully.

Yan Jiuchao felt the fluctuating aura in the mud pit, and said lightly: "It seems that the holy king alone is not enough to change Zhou Jin's life against the sky, so she made a deal with others."

"I don't understand." Ying Shisan shook his head.

Yan Jiuchao looked at Shengxianlan who was removed and said, "Didn't you just say that today's Shengxianlan is different from last time? Ying Liu is right, it's more beautiful, but why is it It’s not like this in the early days, it’s not like this in the evening, but it’s just like this today, have you ever thought about why?”

"Why?" Shadow Thirteen asked.

Yan Jiuchao said calmly and calmly, "Shengxianlan has been nourished by the master."

Ying Shisan's pupils shrank: "Could it be..."

"What? I still don't understand." Ying Liu scratched his head.

Yan Jiuchao looked at Ying Shisan, and Ying Shisan cupped his hands: "I don't have much guesses, so let the young master speak."

Yan Jiuchao said: "Zhou Jin is the descendant of the Holy King and the Witch King, such a bloodline is impossible to survive in the world, changing his life for him is much more difficult than changing the life of Saint Lady Lanyi for Concubine Yun. Even the Holy King alone was not enough to plant life for Zhou Jin, so the Holy King made a deal with others."
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