29.Chapter Twenty Nine

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date="2021-01-17"

title="29.Chapter Twenty Nine "

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series = ["Lie Huo Jiao Chou"]

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The Wuren tribe is not a fighting nation, and the characters of the 　 tribe are relatively calm-just look at the "curses" dug up by those special abilities from their graves.

Almost all of their curses have corresponding curses, 　 and after the curse is solved, there are no sequelae. This is not easy, just like stabbing someone to death, 　 but it is hard to save the stabbed person to life. If it weren't for the ancient ancestors of the witches, the prophet, who designed a set of spells for the crooks thousands of years later, 　 can only show that these spells created by them were just for self-protection. Not to mention that the two children couldn't touch any curse.

The "curse" that Sheng Lingyuan easily brought out was basically a prank played by the bear children in the clan. The two teenagers were forced to hide in Tibet, 　 let the murderous monster clan chase and kill so embarrassingly.

On the way, the village Guo was depressed, wherever crows gathered, 　 there must be dead bodies with short heads and short legs.

Alozin felt that the tears were too weak and worthless, 　not worth the girl's life, 　 but he couldn't help it, so he was staring at Sheng Lingyuan's back all the way, trying to stare back at the tears. He saw blood that he had never seen in his life, 　 saw that it was not as good as a must, 　 he was fierce, his fear became the fuel of anger, angry with the vicious world, and angry with his own weakness.

But Xuan Ji is not the eight-year-old Alozin. He sat on the sidelines for a while and asked carefully.

"I ask a question that is not very respectful, 　 Your Majesty, is your memory real?"

Sheng Lingyuan's gaze was still watching the two teenagers who were walking away, and his ears turned towards him-why did you say this?

"You just said that it was the Demon King who ordered you to be killed. The Demon Race also knew that you hid in the witch's territory. The witch was very difficult to deal with, right?" Xuan Ji said, "There is one very important thing. The goal-you, there is a group of very difficult opponents-shamans. I think normal decision makers will send the most reliable people to execute them. It is three big monsters who chase you into the shaman clan. I recently I find that my history is not good, and I don’t know what the concept of a "big monster" is, but you said that the twelve guards around you died on the way to escape, that must be very powerful. Although you are both big men, you added A piece of less than the legal age for marriage, holding a bottle of mischievous curse, so successfully escaped? I feel a bit unreasonable."

Sheng Lingyuan paused, turned his head from a few steps away, and looked at him vaguely: "What do you mean?"

Xuan Ji wears a "beggar costume" burnt into rags, with her jeans legs tied up and covered in a lot of mud. She looks like a non-mainstream punk youth, with a respectful tone of "you", but the content is sharp and merciless. .

"Of course, I just raised a doubt." Xuan Ji smiled, looking back at Sheng Lingyuan without evasive, talking nonsense without changing his face, "It may be that the big monsters had eaten their stomachs that day, or it happened. Allergic to witchcraft spells or something."

Sheng Lingyuan asked: "You said you are the patriarch?"

Xuan Ji shrugged: "Oh, yeah, it's said that I won't be on my turn. Isn't this a ‘fall in the family’?

Sheng Lingyuan nodded absent-mindedly, thinking: "This kid has a warm face and a heartbroken heart. Even the light is burnt on the wings."

pretty good.

People who are too hot do not grow up, like Alozin, they have no good end.

Sheng Lingyuan asked: "Did my teacher leave a name in the history of youth?"

"I stayed, but it's outstanding," Xuan Ji said, "I have remembered it when I was a child, "Emperor Shi Danli, like a good girl, does not eat grains, and has little trouble. Martial Emperor has worked hard for several years, and the country will be restored. , I think it will take another five years...'"

Beheaded in the city.

The last sentence was originally a test site. When Xuan Ji almost blurted out, she suddenly saw Sheng Lingyuan's eyes. Those eyes were dark and silent. The light reflected in the surroundings was like fire reflected on the ice, so bitter as if it were stinging." The words "beheaded in the city" suddenly stood up from the text, and walked back with blood.

Xuan Ji suddenly came back to her senses, swallowed these four words in one bite, and forcibly changed her voice: "Ah... that, having said that, just the words'face like a good woman' in the history books, this ip is I’ve been able to be popular for another five hundred years. I’ve watched several of his TV dramas. I have married a couple of rooms with Mary Su. At the end I saw them all. In the end, I couldn’t figure out who he was with."

"What split?" Sheng Lingyuan was confused when he heard Xuan Ji's unconformity, he knew that it was not serious. "He has not married for life, and there is only one confidant who is by his side. It’s inconvenient to say behind the scenes, but it’s not called that... what Su. Wait, do you all like to arrange things like this for the ancients now?"

When Sheng Lingyuan said this, he wanted to stop talking, and his face suddenly became a bit difficult to say. Xuan Ji instantly blessed his soul, and knew what he was hesitating in a second.

The corner of Sheng Lingyuan's eyes twitched, his expression even stranger.

"Because the history books say you are... more powerful and majestic."

Like the king of Tota, cutting people is like cutting melons.

"Hi...I'm righteous and can block scandals."

The girl's heart was paralyzed when she saw your portrait, and she couldn't jump up.

"You guys..." Sheng Lingyuan stuck his shell infrequently and was speechless for a while, then shook his head helplessly and couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, thank you for your mercy."

With this smile, his eyes curled up, and the ice inside was completely broken. When he mentioned the teacher who was cut by his own hands, he took a calm attitude and just chatted with his high school head teacher after a meal, making Xuan Ji a little suspicious for a moment. The authenticity of the history books-since the Martial Emperor did not have a full face and a big beard, then... are the rumors of "killing the family and killing the teacher" also made up by later generations for grandstanding?

"What kind of person is that?"

Sheng Lingyuan squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. After hearing this question, the smile lines on the corners of his eyes suddenly disappeared.

For a while, he said almost every word: "Awesome talent is amazing, Wen Tao Wu Lu, I grew up with him, he taught it by himself. Many years after his death, the people still give him When I set up an ancestral hall, the people regarded him as a god, and I ordered to ban them. They dare to engrave and portray the Danli, as complicity in rebellion, and the Yi tribe.

The wind in the valley grew gloomy and irritated.

Sheng Lingyuan stood with his hand in his hand, and cast his eyes on the distant valley, where it began to collapse, which shows that his memory is slipping into a darker place: "If I guessed correctly, he should be nearby at that time. He won't let me die. ."

Xuan Ji was shocked and forgot to say: "You mean..."

"I thought I was going to make decisions. I was hunted down to the witch race with twelve guards who died for me. In fact, all the dangers are carefully designed." Sheng Lingyuan said, "There is no coincidence in the world. thing."

The world collapsed at their feet, Xuan Ji grabbed Sheng Lingyuan, and dropped to a deeper place. He is quite talented in conspiracy and trickery. Hearing this, the outline of the whole incident has emerged in his heart.

Although the human race has a much larger population than the demon race, it does not have a core combat capability. The monks in the human race do not know how many years of cultivation, plus magic weapons, can barely fight the demon race. Ordinary people basically have nothing to do with them. The little demon can slaughter the whole village just like playing around.

At that time, the country was overthrown, the royal family was sparse, and the dragons had no heads. All people's hopes were actually pinned on a vague prophecy. The protagonist of the prophecy was a child in his early ten years. Their only chance is to strive for all kinds of assistance as much as possible, the witch people are very important.

Being powerful is one aspect, and because of the magic spell of the witch race, ordinary people can also use it.

The only problem is that although the witch people are friendly, they never leave East River. Their temperament is calm and indifferent, and they are not contentious. They were not impressed by the high officials of Emperor Ping, let alone the now gang of bereaved dogs.

East River has mountains, moats, and large formations laid down by the Witch race. It is isolated from the rest of the world. No matter how bloody the fight outside, people "hide in small buildings and become unified", why come out? Muddy water?

Intimidation, profit and temptation will not work, so you can only take the third path-the little prince is ten years old, a weak child, and a dead end. No matter how human beings are, the witch people cannot die without saving.

As soon as the child stepped on the Wuren hillside, the Wuren tribe was pulled into the human camp with one foot.

The big shots only have benefits in their eyes, but young people still have true feelings, and true feelings in troubled times are rare and sharp.

It turns out that all the strokes in the history books have been carried out, and they are full of heart.

Alozin chose the back he wanted to follow, and since then he has changed himself.

With him at the core, the younger generation of the witch race can no longer be as calm as their ancestors. They are full of blood and eager to leave their name in the world.

Six years later, the Human Race finally "looked for" the little prince they had "lost" for many years, and sent someone to welcome him back.

Alozin had a big quarrel with his father, and he took the rebellious young people away without hesitation, and rushed to a dream of calming the world.

There were a lot of messy clips flashing in front of Xuan Ji's eyes, none of them were beautiful, they should have been difficult at first.

The 16 or 7-year-old Sheng Lingyuan officially took the throne. At that time, he had grown to look like an adult. Except that he was too thin, his facial features and stature were actually no different from the man in front of him. It's not like the same person at all.

The young emperor is always exhausted. Unless he sees people, his face may not have been cleaned. He seems to be able to stand and fall asleep with a sword anytime and anywhere. A ring of fluff has just grown on his lips. The perfect knife was shaved casually, and couldn't think of it and pulled it down. No wonder it left such a Yasha-like portrait.

But when he opened his eyes, there was light in those eyes, and they were rock-solid wedged in the wind and rain. They are eyes that attract people to follow.

Xuan Ji asked: "But why did Alozin, such an unreliable rebellious teenager, succeeded as the patriarch so early?"

As soon as his voice fell, the two fell on the ground.

"Ah...good question." Sheng Lingyuan said softly.

"Get out! Let me go!" Alozin's eyes were blood-red, and one of the three or four Wuzu youths did not hold it down, and he rushed out.

"Young patriarch, don't be impulsive!"

As soon as Alozin rushed out of the tent, a fast horse halted in front of him. The horse stopped too quickly and raised its front legs high, almost throwing the person off his back.

The knight on horseback was the young human emperor. His chest was covered with bandages and blood was oozing slightly. When he jumped down, he staggered and held the horse's rein so he didn't kneel down.

When Alozin saw him, the red silk in his eyes seemed to be dripping blood, and he squeezed out a word with difficulty: "Brother, they talk nonsense... are they?"

Sheng Lingyuan's blue lips moved without making a sound.

"They talk nonsense! They look at me unpleasant, and they make up nonsense to lie to me! Are they?"

Sheng Lingyuan lowered his head quickly, Junxiu's face seemed to be cut by sharp pain, he sighed, gritted his teeth, and said in a dumb voice: "Half a month ago, the letter you sent back from the clan went through Western Sichuan...by flying squirrel. The clan intercepted, the messenger was made into a human puppet and sent to the clan, the patriarch...the patriarch did not check...Alozin!"

Alozin shook and knelt down.

Thousands of years later, the old ghost Sheng Lingyuan stretched out his hands at the same time as the young emperor of the year, one gently pressed the top of Alozin's head, and the other tremblingly held the back of the young man's head.

"That day was the Chinese New Year," Sheng Lingyuan said to Xuan Ji, "The New Year of the Wuren tribe is not actually this day, but they are curious and so lively, so they come to have a drink together. There is nothing fun in the army, and they have been drinking for three rounds. The wrestling contestants were all tired. Someone started to sing and sing. A little brother sang a hometown tune, crying as he sang, because his parents and brothers had died in the war and he was homeless. Alozin was speechless for a long time. I went back in the evening and wrote a letter from my family for the first time, and I asked the most trustworthy person to quietly send it back to the family...Even I didn't know it until after the incident. He didn't want me to think he was weak."

Xuan Ji asked: "Then who is this so-called most trustworthy person?"

Sheng Lingyuan sighed and put his hands back into the sleeves of the withered grass robe: "You guessed it."

Alozin took the tribe and ran with Sheng Lingyuan, but he didn't even speak the official language of the human race. When he went outside, his living habits were very different. Sheng Lingyuan had too many decisions to make, it was impossible to follow him every day. The babysitter, taking care of the young patriarch of the Witch Clan, naturally fell on the meticulous and thoughtful emperor-Dan Li.

"Alozin said that there are things in Dan Li's body that are very similar to the Great Sage, and I feel kind when seeing him," Sheng Lingyuan said, "so follow me and call him Master."

Xuan Ji suddenly felt something was wrong.

The person "Dan Li" should be very important, whether positive or negative, but until now, he has not seen this person in Sheng Lingyuan's memory.

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