Chapter 25 Chapter 100 Night

The night receded quietly when the twilight of dawn peeked out from the sky. At dawn, Liangzhou City, which had been in turmoil all night, seemed to finally have a moment of tranquility.For many people in this city, last night was a sleepless night. In addition to a family that had lived here for more than a hundred years, the soaring fire burned down, and more people saw clearly The cruelty of this world. The eastern sky was reddish, the sun was about to rise, and the cold morning wind blew past, lingering on the top of Liangzhou City. Two figures stood somewhere on the towering city wall, looking down at this quiet city from a high position. There were already faint figures walking on the street, and black residual smoke was still floating in the distance, as if telling the tragedy of last night.

One of the two was older and appeared to be a middle-aged man, and the other was relatively young, but he was the Black Dragon Blood Guard of the Heavenly Dragon Palace who was struggling to track the breath of the Heavenly Dragon outside the ice and snow path that day.At this moment, they have traveled a long distance from Qingzhou to Liangzhou. Even though they both have extraordinary supernatural powers, the tension and hard work of the past few days still make both of them face tiredness that cannot be concealed. color. But at this moment, there was a slight sense of relaxation in the expressions of the two of them. Looking at the Liangzhou city under their feet and the Ba family mansion that had been razed to the ground in the distance, there was no compassion on the faces of the two of them. Instead, it was more of a mocking expression.

"What is the difference between these people and beasts?" The young man spoke first, with a look of disdain. The middle-aged man also smiled lightly, but he didn't say anything, as if he didn't bother to talk about it, but in the blink of an eye he looked at his right hand, where the strange treasure Panlongzhu was standing there quietly, with a gentle and gentle look on its body. There is nothing unusual about the white light. The young man also glanced at Pan Longzhu, with a solemn look on his face, and said, "Is there any reaction?" The middle-aged man shook his head slowly, and said: "After last night until now, there has been no reaction, but this way, although the breath of the dragon on the Panlongzhu only appeared a few times, the strength of the sign of the breath has become stronger , especially the last time last night, when we were hundreds of miles away from Liangzhou City, the sign was the strongest since we started tracking. So..."

He smiled, although his tired face could not be concealed, but the strong confidence in the smile and the joy from his heart made him seem to glow, and said softly: "I'm 70% sure, The thing that emits the aura of a heavenly dragon is in Liangzhou City right now." The young man took a deep breath, and his expression showed a bit of excitement. For many years, they lived in the bitter cold of the extreme north, silent for thousands of years, and what they did was to follow the footsteps of the legendary dragon god ? But on this day, under the inheritance of countless ancestors from generation to generation, it seems that the dawn is appearing on them.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and both could see the strong determination and hidden excitement in the other's heart. Where the sleeves were waving, a cold wind suddenly picked up, and the two figures turned into two gleams of light, and they flew towards the huge city of Liangzhou Next, he quickly plunged into the overlapping houses and pavilions in the city, and he could no longer see the slightest trace. When the first ray of light in the morning shone into the dilapidated Earth Temple, Wang Zongjing slowly opened his eyes. Ao Kui's snoring was still slowly rising and falling, Ximen Yingrui was still leaning against the wall and did not wake up, only Xu Menghong seemed to have woken up, and quickly looked over to him.

Wang Zongjing sat up gently, glanced at the boy who was still in a coma, then looked away, moved his body casually, thinking silently in his heart whether this day would be a difficult one. Xu Menghong stood up and stepped on the ground covered with a thin layer of dust. When a ray of morning light came in through the broken windows, she could clearly see her figure brighten up from the shadows. She walked towards Wang Zongjing, walked in front of him, and knelt down beside him. She didn't speak all the time, Wang Zongjing glanced at her, and felt something was wrong in his heart. As if feeling his gaze, Xu Menghong raised her eyes and looked at him, the veil was still tightly wrapped around her face, covering most of her left eye, only her right eye, which was still intact, was still exposed.At this time, her eyes looked as soft as water waves, rippling like beautiful ripples in the early morning light, but the only remaining one eye still ruthlessly destroyed this beauty, and made this situation even worse. It's getting weird.

The corners of Wang Zongjing's eyes twitched slightly, and he didn't say anything, but seeing Xu Menghong's slap in the face was a bit more suspicious. After a while, he called softly: "Sister Hong?" Xu Menghong's body seemed to tremble slightly, but the soft light in the solitary confinement suddenly became hot as if it had been stimulated by something.She suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed Wang Zongjing's palm, and leaned over. Wang Zongjing's body froze suddenly. The body of the woman in red slowly leaned against him, leaning beside her tall and strong body like a wounded bird, or a helpless child lost in the crowd, desperately looking for the last straw.

She looked into his eyes and grabbed his hand. There seemed to be flames burning in her eyes, just like the crazy and tragic fire last night. Then she grabbed Wang Zongjing's palm and placed it firmly on hers without saying a word. above the chest. Wang Zongjing was shocked, and there was a moment of blankness in his mind, as if the moment of the life-and-death decisive battle with the man in black last night was not as dumbfounded as the current scene.Under the palm is the soft red farm clothes, and a gentle touch that he has never felt before, plump and soft with a bit of straightness, spread from the palm of the hand to the heart.

Xu Menghong stared at him closely, she seemed to be panting lightly under the veil, but her eyes seemed to be even hotter, and she pressed forward. "Little Wang..." She called out softly, but her voice seemed to be burning like a flame. The tone that had become hoarse and deep was now somewhat seductive, and the white veil gradually approached.Wang Zongjing sat dumbfounded, but when the veil was about to approach his face, the slight wind or the heat from her mouth moved a little, revealing a black scar as small as a hair. Wang Zongjing's whole body trembled suddenly, and a terrifying grimace appeared in front of his eyes, like an evil ghost struggling in the deepest netherworld, and roared fiercely at him.The next moment, his body backed up completely involuntarily.

Behind him was the table leg of the incense table, and there was no way to retreat, but the momentary force made his body hit the table leg heavily, making a loud "bang". The veil was still just a short distance away, and he seemed to be able to feel Sister Hong's breath, but at that moment, he was still tightly grasped by Xu Menghong's hand on his chest, but he suddenly felt her body stiffen in an instant. cold. Like a moth that yearns for the light and rushes to the flame, it is coldly rejected from the lampshade. In the earth temple, it was bleak. She lowered her head silently, her shoulders trembling slightly, and slowly left Wang Zongjing's body.

Then her only remaining eye stared blankly at Wang Zongjing, with a bit of despair, a bit of sadness, and even the slender palm seemed to be trembling slightly, Wang Zongjing wanted to say something, half of it He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. Xu Menghong got up slowly, left his side, walked back to the place where she stayed all night, and sat back beside the boy.A shadow covered her figure, and after a while, there seemed to be a few extremely suppressed sobs in the silence. Wang Zongjing leaned his head back somewhat recklessly, feeling a little inexplicable irritability in his heart, and a faint loathing for himself.Xu Menghong is not an innocent woman, not only Wang Zongjing, but also Ao Kui and Ximen Yingrui, who usually travel together, know this, in fact, Xu Menghong didn't mean to hide it from the three of them. In the past, they had seen Xu Menghong's good friend more than once, and once they even saw Xu Menghong stabbing the chest of a man who coveted her body with her magic weapon white jade hook. She has had many men. But the three men who fought alongside her never underestimated her because of this. In the chaotic and cruel land of Liangzhou, in the years of tossing and rolling under the sword for many years without knowing the future life and death, the wind, the frost and the sword are pressing each other fiercely, so their minds will naturally be different from those of many people.Just as they may not be confidantes or even dislike each other most of the time, but when they draw their swords and fight people, they will still trust the people around them. What they want are not virgins and saintesses. Even though they each have their own secrets or even dark shadows in their hearts, survival is the more important thing in their hearts. But in the early morning of this day, at the moment when the dawn had just dawned, it seemed that something had changed. Wang Zongjing bowed his head silently, neither willing nor dared to take a single glance at the place where the deep whimper sounded.It seems that it was only at this time that he vaguely understood from the bottom of his heart that what happened to Sister Hong did not only bring her serious injuries, but the scars seemed to be deeper than all of them thought. many. It has even become so serious that Xu Menghong's temperament has been changed by it. A low moan came from Xu Menghong's corner, and the low and helpless sobs stopped immediately, and Wang Zongjing also trembled slightly.The voice came from the boy's mouth, and he turned over slightly. He woke up. Waking up slowly in the morning light. It's a new day, it's beginning.