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Chapter 192 The ghost in white will point the black warrior
Chapter 192 The ghost in white will point the black warrior
The reason why it is called "juvenile" is that it is judged from the voice and body shape.
He was dressed as a neat warrior, and he was tall and tall, but he was like a joint in Hsinchu, without losing the youthful feeling of a young man. The black clothes are like ink, and the hair is like ink, tied up. A knife hangs at the waist, slender. He slowly raised his head, his face also covered with a snow-white mask, and on the mask was a curved smiling face.
One after another, the black energy took shape in the neighing sound, and was put into the sleeves of the man in white without a trace, as if a river was poured into a small bottle of jade. And the young man stood still amidst the turbulent black wind, the man in white said, "Who are you calling?"
The black-clothed boy still knelt down on one knee, as if surrendering, as if taking an oath, and replied, "I'm calling you, His Royal Highness."
The man in white said coldly, "I am not His Royal Highness."
The black-clothed boy said, "You are. I will never forget your voice and body shape."
There was a hint of anger in the voice of the man in white: "I said, I'm not."
This man in white is naturally the one who put on mourning clothes and a sad face.
His face was hidden behind the mask, and no one could recognize who he was, and he didn't want to be recognized. However, the black-clothed warrior who was wandering on the battlefield directly called out his identity.
Suddenly, the white silk that was on Xie Lian's sleeve jumped out like a poisonous snake and rushed towards the black-clothed boy. Although it was a soft-looking white ling, it attacked very fiercely and was full of evil spirits. Seeing that the black-clothed boy was about to be caught by it, he raised his hand and firmly grasped the white scorpion. Aya.
One end of the white ling was wrapped around Xie Lian's wrist, and the other end was wrapped around the wrist of the black-clothed youth, slowly tightening. It wasn't that it didn't want to break free, but the black-clothed boy always held it firmly, as if he was pinching the seven inches of a poisonous snake, and the cold air was constantly emitting from his hands.
There is no doubt that this is a ghost.
Moreover, it is a very powerful soul!
After noticing the power that cannot be underestimated from the other end of Bai Ling, Xie Lian said, "What's your name?"
After a moment of silence, the boy in black said, "I don't have a name."
Xie Lian didn't ask much, and said, "Without a name, it is nameless."
The boy in black said, "You can call me any way you want."
Xie Lian asked again: "Are you the soul of a soldier who died on this battlefield?"
Wuming said: "Yes."
Xie Lian took his hand away, and the white ling jumped back to him, shaking his head and tail swaying at the young man in black, as if he was spitting out a poisonous letter.
Since it is a dead soul, it is no wonder that it can respond to him. This black-clothed warrior must also be full of resentment towards the "Yongan people", and conversely, it can be used by him. Because their purpose is the same.
So, Xie Lian said: "Then, follow me."
He stretched out his hand to the black-robed warrior: "I'll let you get what you want."
The black-clothed boy's face was also hidden behind the mask, so he couldn't see what he looked like at the moment. Both are so.
But after a while of silence, he did not hesitate to hold the hand that Xie Lian handed to him, bowed his head deeply, and put his cold forehead on the back of Xie Lian's hand.
After a long while, he said solemnly, "I swear to follow His Highness to the death."
Xie Lian pulled back his hands, wrapped his hands in his sleeves, turned around and said indifferently: "You are already dead. Let's go."
The black-clothed warrior stood up and thanked him for turning his head. Only then did he realize that this young man was actually older than he thought. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was a very tall man at this age, and he was actually taller than him. a little higher. However, it didn't matter, he glanced back and continued on.
Xie Lian walked in front, and the nameless black-clothed warrior really followed him, saying: "His Royal Highness, where do you want to go?"
Xie pity's eyes fell into the distance and said: "Yongan Palace."
Yongan Palace is located in another big city in the west. This city was originally a quite prosperous town, but it was always pressed by the Xianle Imperial City to the east. And after the Xianle Imperial City became an epidemic city, the new monarch chose the new king to be here. It won't take long for it to overwhelm the old imperial city, and its scenery is infinite.
Thank you for coming late at night. Under the moonlight, like a white cat, he flew across the densely packed roof of the new imperial city like a white cat. Not long after, two figures landed in front of a gate.
Xie Lian noticed something was wrong, there was a faint smell on the door, and he stopped. Just as he was about to reach out to investigate, the black-robed warrior stepped forward, stopped in front of him, stretched out his palm, and said in a low voice, "Broken!"
From the crack of the door there was a flash of fire, and it seemed that something had been burned. Then, the black-robed warrior reached out and pushed open the door, saying, "Your Highness."
Xie Lianmai entered and looked down. As expected, there were some charred residues scattered on the ground. Xie pity took a little, smelled the smell of vanilla and talisman paper, and glanced at the black-clothed warrior.
This ghost is really powerful.
These burnt residues, it is obvious that someone has set up a method of protection in the door, and the protection is not weak. If ordinary little devils want to force the door or pass through the door, they must be burned with all their hearts. , the black-clothed warrior completely destroyed the formation in just a split second.
I don't know if it was newly completed or not, this Yongan Palace is not very gorgeous, on the contrary it is a bit shabby, and it is far worse than the Xianle Palace. This is not surprising. The strange thing is that along the way, there are almost constant obstacles, and the formations and traps set up by various evil spirits and defenses are constant. However, whenever Xie Lian noticed that there was something blocking the road ahead, the black-clothed warrior would take the lead in breaking the obstacle and clearing the way for him, so it was still unobstructed.
Half an hour later, above the high hall of Yongan Palace, two slender figures stood on the roof ridge, overlooking the bottom.
Both wore a mask. The man in white had fluttering sleeves, holding a white silk ribbon, dancing in the wind. The man in black was able and neat, with a long knife hanging from his waist, guarding the man in white, staring in the same direction as him. This picture under the moonlight is unreasonably bizarre and strange, and unprovoked harmony.
The new king of Yong'an is in this hall. Xie Lian sneered and said: "There are so many levels in the palace to block evil spirits. It seems that he is really afraid of being found by something?"