Qiu Chongyun raised his eyebrows and said displeasedly: "Retreat, why do you dare to question the Holy Monarch?"

Another one heard this and immediately took it up: "But... the Holy Monarch hasn't shown up for a few days, how did you get this order?"

Qiu Chongyun took a breath, fluffed his hair very charmingly, and smiled: "I really think that you are dissatisfied with the Holy Monarch. It turns out that you don't believe me."

Before the two demon soldiers could react, they suddenly let out two screams, and both fell to the ground with black anger on their faces. In an instant he was dead.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The smile on Qiu Chongyun's mouth became deeper and sweeter. She put down the hand that held her hair, her fingers as white and tender as scallions twisted into an orchid-like shape, and there were still three silver needles sandwiched between her thumb and ring finger.

There were some who looked at each other in dismay, some who dared to be angry and dare not speak, and some who only made promises, but they all stood up obediently, and no one made a sound of dissatisfaction.

Qiu Chongyun stood proudly at the front, still overlooking the Blood River Pond. But a group of raised eyebrows is very different from the tense face just now. She smiled and opened her mouth lightly: "Sage Monarch, you can't doubt it, and I can't doubt you even more, do you know? In the future, when the Sage Monarch is away, you have to listen to me, but even if he is here, you have to..."

Suddenly, a figure dressed in colorful flashes flashed in front of him, rushing into the abyss like a colorful meteor.

Qiu Chongyun blinked, rubbed his hand again, and then looked at the already calm Blood River Pond, and finally couldn't help but ask the gang below: "Just now... did someone go down?"

I got the answer from the people below: "Yes, it seems, seems to be the Holy Monarch?"

"That's right, the Holy Monarch. No one can wear such wise and divine martial arts except for the Holy Monarch!"

"The holy monarch will definitely be able to settle it. That's great, the holy girl really didn't lie to us."

The scene that had finally calmed down became noisy again, but Qiu Chongyun had no time to pay attention to it. She understood the situation in an instant, her eyes widened, and she muttered: "He... is he crazy? Do you really think she is? Chi Yan?"

Chapter 68 Memories

Xie Zhiwei walked forward while groping, the rocks under his feet made him stagger. The red light flooded everywhere like a miasma, but fortunately, the mouth and nose were covered by the mask, otherwise it would definitely choke to death.

After the explosion just now, there was a stillness like stagnant water, not to mention spiritual power, not even the existence of living creatures.

Xie Zhiwei was a little flustered, no, it could be said to be very flustered.

Because the system didn't say beforehand whether the male protagonist would die or not. Of course, he originally believed that the male protagonist was an open-minded existence, and that the male protagonist was not a little abuser and a big abuser. But now, with the twist of the plot, he couldn't believe that the male protagonist's status was unshakable.

If there is no male protagonist in this article... can the plot still be called a plot? What is the meaning of his existence?

Wasn't all the previous work in vain?

Xie Zhiwei didn't dare to think deeply, and quickly closed his eyes. The red lotus petals slowly unfolded behind him, brighter than the red light in front of him, breaking open the surrounding red light like several sharp blades and dispelling it. He managed to stabilize his mood, slowly inquired with his spiritual sense, and finally found a faint movement.

It was a faint breathing sound, very familiar.

Familiar enough that even though it was so far apart, Xie Zhiwei could tell that it was exactly the same as when Mu Qi was abused by Hei Lian four years ago, leaning against him in his arms.

Xie Zhiwei took three steps and took two steps to go there.

In the vast red light, a cold voice came: "Who is it?"

Now is not what it used to be, the male protagonist has grown up, and even if he is weak at this time, he cannot be underestimated. Xie Zhiwei didn't dare to say a word, and walked straight to the source of the sound, a slender figure in the red light gradually became clear in the field of vision.

Mu Qi leaned against the stone wall behind him, holding the Qingping sword in one hand, the sword's edge pointed to the front of nothingness. The white clothes were fluttering with the spiritual power, ethereal and handsome, as if they could soar at any time. But his eyes were empty and blood red, which was very inconsistent with this immortal pose.

I don't know what happened. At this time, his expression was a little grim, and his forehead was full of sweat. Xie Zhiwei's footsteps were a little heavier, and he was keenly aware of it. He looked forward across the nightmarish blood in front of him, and his consciousness became slightly clearer.

"Chiyan, you are finally here." Mu Qi raised his eyelids expressionlessly, and pointed the Qingping sword at Xie Zhiwei at the same time.

A azure light shot over quickly and accurately, hitting Xie Zhiwei like water hitting a sponge, quickly infiltrating and disappearing.

Xie Zhiwei groaned in his heart and stopped. He looked at the sword edge about three inches away from his heart, and his throat moved unconsciously.

The male protagonist really likes and hates clearly. But as everyone knows, this Qingping sword is useless at this time.

But even if he missed a hit, Mu Hao had no way to make up for it. His brows knit together, his thin lips pursed tightly, and his whole body is shaky. He turned the Qingping sword around, with its edge facing down, and propped it on the ground, so that he didn't let himself fall.

Only then did Xie Zhiwei see that Mu Yu was holding something in his other hand. That thing kept releasing red brilliance, and the brilliance passed through Mu Hao's wrist to his body, wandering around his limbs and everywhere, every cycle, Mu Hao's expression became a bit painful.

This is blood agate being rejected, and the male protagonist has already obtained it. He needs to endure great pain in order to let the blood agate release the excess evil spirits, and then use it for him.

The same is true for this section in the original book, but there is Qiu Chongyun outside and Tantai Dream inside, and no one can sneak up on him at this time. But now that there is no one in the harem, the younger brother has turned against each other, how is the first tragic word this time.

Xie Zhiwei broke the jar and thought: Whether it was in the past or now, is it only my brother who escorted him? This male protagonist failed too much, and couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for him.

Another burst of brilliance spread from his body, Mu Qi's lips turned white, he couldn't help closing his eyes, and his body staggered.

Xie Zhiwei stretched out his hand and was about to help him when he saw his right hand holding the blood agate hanging down weakly. The knuckles swayed, as if the blood agate could slip from his hand with a single touch.

Xie Zhiwei only remembered that his right hand was broken. couldn't help but leaned over to observe carefully, and found that the hand had been dry and deformed due to the lack of blood all the year round, the joints were swollen and blackened, and the fingers were surprisingly thin, it looked like a mummified hand. Terrible.

Is it bad, or is there another reason?

Xie Zhiwei didn't believe this evil, and grabbed the wrist in his hand. Mu Kui was shocked: "Go away." He suddenly opened his eyes, his blood-red eyes seemed to swallow Xie Zhiwei.

Xie Zhiwei said casually: "Don't move." He was putting his whole heart in his hand, and for a moment he forgot that it was four years later. After he finished speaking, he realized that he had lost his words, but when he went to observe Mu Kui in a panic, he found that the other party was quiet for a moment.

Mu Hao looked bewildered, and after a while he said dumbly, "This... is also an illusion?"

The side effect of blood agate is that it will cause a mental attack on the host, and in severe cases, it will collapse and die on the spot. However, for the existence of the male protagonist who is full of mental power, this devastation is at most like drinking fake wine, talking nonsense, hallucinations, and hallucinations for a while.

Xie Zhiwei continued without changing his face: "Yes, hallucination."

Mu Qi seemed to pull the corners of his mouth, leaning against the cliff with some slack, and mocking himself: "Such an illusion... It's good."

What good, young man, what kind of illusion have you sprouted from these trivial words?

Although Xie Zhiwei couldn't understand Mu Qi's mental activities at this time, he didn't have the time to think about it, and while he ordered "don't move", he pointed his finger on Mu Qi's severed hand.