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20. Do not resample
If you want to fight to the death against the cultivators at the Star Reaching Platform, the most basic premise is that there must be a Star Reaching Platform, right?
Wei Jinzhao's big hand moved away from Mei Xueyi's eyes.
He hooked his back and lowered his head to stare at her, his eyes faintly frustrated.
"It's really terrifying!" he said bitterly.
Give her such a disturbance, the violent coldness in my heart disappeared.
Mei Xueyi curled her lips: "Just tell the truth. The star-catching platform hasn't been built yet. Your Majesty has to hurry up, otherwise the enemy will come, and your Majesty will stand on top of the rough. You will lose face."
Wei Jinzhao: "..." She is used to it.
"Your Majesty," she raised her arms and wrapped his backhand around the back of his neck, "what is the story in the script? Why does your Majesty seem to have experienced it personally?"
A dark flame she couldn't understand slowly floated in his black eyes.
"Queen, do you believe that life can be repeated?"
Mei Xueyi shook her head: "I don't believe it."
In that case, isn't the world going to be messy?
His voice went completely dumb again: "I don't believe it, you really dare!"
Mei Xueyi: "?"
Huojun fell ill again and started to say things she didn't understand.
"Does your majesty's life start all over again?" she asked.
He stared at her for a long time: "What do you think?"
She thought about it for a moment: "It's like getting a script in advance, which records the trajectory of a lifetime. Your majesty cheated and rewritten the script. Therefore, everything that happened in the script is not true, because they It didn't really happen."
"You dare not admit the good things you have done." He overturned bitterly and imprisoned her between his arms. "Love me so much and don't want my life for me. But why always go with Shen Xiuzhu!"
Mei Xueyi: "..." Here comes and comes again, it's Shen Xiuzhu again. Now when she hears the name, her body is numb and her head is numb.
She knew that paranoia was a disease, and he was dying.
Moxiu is more or less mentally abnormal, and paranoia is common. As long as one thing is identified, the nine dragons can't be pulled back.
This one can be described as the leader of the disease.
It doesn't make sense to reason with patients, and we must find a new way to deal with them.
"Your Majesty, I have a suggestion that I don't know if it should be said or not..." Mei Xueyi's eyes flickered.
An irritable possessiveness floated in his black eyes, and his tone was instantly extremely dangerous: "Say."
Mei Xueyi spoke a little embarrassedly: "Why, let's take Shen Xiuzhu as a son."
Wei Jinzhao: "???"
Wushuang's handsome face twitched fiercely.
The narrow eyes are almost round.
Mei Xueyi smiled shyly: "In this case, even if he really takes me wherever he goes, it will be the joy of mother and child filial piety and family relationship."
Wei Jinzhao: "..."
On the beautiful face, there was a word-dumbfounded.
After a long while, he turned to the side, raised his wide sleeves to cover his face, only showing the slight bounce of the green veins on his forehead.
Mei Xueyi curled her lips slyly.
While she was in confusion, she got up, leaned lazily on the edge of the golden silk couch, picked up the script and turned to the last page.
Sure enough, there are words.
King Wei and the queen died on the battlefield, and after a long period of blankness, there was another narrative of eroticism.
Mei Xueyi only glanced quickly, and she saw a lot of words that made her ears enthusiastic.
She secretly glanced at the faint gentleman who was still pretending to be dead, and then she was cheeky, starting from the first word.
Still the same as the previous few times, the brush strokes are extremely wanton and wild, straightforward and enthusiastic.
Only after watching for a long time, Mei Xueyi didn't understand what the two protagonists in the story were like.
It's not a reminiscence of the past.
They are broken.
The collision was more intense than ever, the love and pain gushing out through the pages of the book, banging into Mei Xueyi's heart.
The pain became trivial, they exhausted everything and fell in love crazily. In the blood and fire, they love each other into their bones and souls.
Give it all, torrentially pour the fiercest love to each other.
When Mei Xueyi finished reading the last word, she found that Jun Jun had quietly sat up at some unknown time, and her dark and deep eyes stared at her unblinkingly.
Her heart throbbed, and her blood chilled.
In this paragraph, she seems to have known each other.
He explained everything from the standpoint of his own feelings. In the chaos and violent tide of love, his description of his partner is like her who has been bloodied by a demon.
"Your Majesty...what is this paragraph?" She could almost feel her pupils shrinking and shaking.
"Dream." A misty smile appeared on the corner of his lips. "A dream. Mine. Does the queen like it?"
She pursed her lips: "It's all pain between the lines, I don't like it."
"Don't be afraid." His big hand covered her eyes again, "I said that nothing in the script will happen."
Mei Xueyi took away his hand and faintly stared at him: "Really?"
"It's true." The hoarse voice solemnly assured her.
"Your Majesty is a king. The king keeps his word."
Wei Jinzhao raised the corners of his lips, his sickness rushed into the sky: "Naturally!"
"Then..." Mei Xueyi exhaled maliciously at his throat, "Those things in the script... Your Majesty will never do it to me again, right?"
Wei Jinzhao: "..."
Mei Xueyi got up from the soft couch triumphantly and stretched out her hand to pick up two berries, one dangling between her soft and moist lips, and the other to his thin, pale lips, which were beautiful in shape and pale in color.
"Your Majesty eat berries~"
He opened his mouth and held the berries between his teeth with his fingertips.
The icy white teeth rubbed lightly, her narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and she uttered a vague voice: "Understood, the queen is tired of those ordinary things. It will not be repeated in the future."
Mei Xueyi: "..." Does she mean that!
She reluctantly changed the subject: "The journey is far away, I am afraid we are still on the way, and the cultivator has already arrived."
Wei Jinzhao smiled lightly: "Qin Ji wants to be the emperor, she must first put down the chaos of the feudal lord. Queen, just sit and watch the dog bite the dog."
After a long while, he said in a faint tone: "It's not in vain that I threw so many meat buns to feed the dog."
Mei Xueyi: "..."
It's the money that can make the ghost push away.
The Great Patriotic Army passed through the northern city and returned to the territory of the Patriotic State.
Several Jinling vassals really didn't mean to do anything to Wei Jinzhao. They stepped aside and waited until the guards passed, and then joined forces to kill the crumbling Kyoto, pointing their sword at Qin Ji.
Day by day, the intelligence caught up with the guarding army northbound like snow flakes and fell into Mei Xueyi's chariot.
After Zhao Runru was beheaded, Qin Ji was not sluggish, but was increasingly excited. She has the ability to dominate the political affairs, she is not an incompetent person. She deliberately raised a son and a daughter on her knees in order to use them as stepping stones to help herself set foot on the road to heaven.
Now that Zhao Runru is dead, even if that person doesn't take their mother and daughter in his heart, he will never tolerate his bloodline being killed by mere mortals.
As long as he sends someone down, Qin Ji will use this power to achieve her goal.
Soon……
Everything is here...
On this day, a plant of Ganoderma lucidum was placed in a jade box and delivered to Mei Xueyi quickly.
She thought that Junjun would wait until she returned to Kyoto to start the matter, but she didn't expect that he didn't let her wait for a moment.
The fairy grass has been delivered when the person is still on the way.
She opened the lid of the box and looked at the radiant Ganoderma lucidum. The light green wood spirit lingered in the plant, exuding a pungent fragrance that Mei Xueyi felt.
Spirit grass is a very common thing in Xianyu. In the eyes of a great demon like Mei Xueyi, they are like mildew spots densely covered on the earth.
But for mortals and monks, spirit grass is an excellent tonic.
She waved her hand: "It's stewed, simmering gently, wait until your Majesty comes back and serve it again."
She lifted the curtain of the car and looked out.
The siege giant dragging Guan Ji was at the end of the line. After traveling for a few days, the monk still had inexhaustible energy, rubbing and rolling with three meals a day, trying to break the net cage. Anyway, the body of the Jindan Dzogchen monk is not bad, and these mortals have nothing to do with him.
The flood net bound him tightly, and the long rope twisted by three flood tendons fastened the net bag to the top of the siege vehicle.
Mei Xueyi frowned slightly when she looked at the creaking joints.
When he turned his eyes, he saw the young calf-faced young general coming on horseback.
He pursed his lips, and the two bushy sword eyebrows were twisted together, like the whiskers of a moth, very funny.
"Give it to the queen!" He said with a sad face, "the subordinates found that one of the tendons is showing signs of wear and tear, and I am afraid it will be broken soon!"
Mei Xueyi asked: "Can't you move a few from other places and use it?"
The young general lowered his voice: "Now this monk finds that he can't escape. Daily thumping is just a routine. If he is asked to see hope, he must roll again with all his strength!"
Mei Xueyi nodded and thought.
"How expensive is the Jiaojin!" The young general sighed, "A little bit of wear and tear, it's like cutting off the flesh of his subordinates!"
Mei Xueyi: "..."
She was raised too badly by the faint king, and she didn't care about the money very much, but it was a troublesome thing to break the Jiao Jin after all.
In case Guan Da ran away while replacing the Jiao Jin...
Think about the scene, a cocoon jumping in front to escape, a group of guards chasing behind to capture-it is too spicy eyes!
"I'll take care of it." She stepped out of the chariot.
"This person won't get in, let him not jump, he will thump harder!" The young calf frowned in annoyance, "It's useless to say anything!"
Mei Xueyi smiled and rode on a small horse equipped with a nephrite saddle, and walked leisurely towards Guan Jun.
The siege truck had just run over a few big mud pits, and Guan Jun was splashed with mud spots, staring at the sky in a daze.
"What a fairy!" Mei Xueyi sneered openly, "When she came to threaten me that day, did she ever think that she would have today? Why, if you can't stand steady, will someone drag you away."
Guan Yu moved his eyelids, glanced at her, and the muscles of the corners of his eyes twitched uncomfortably.
After a long while, he snorted coldly in his nostril: "I love lying down like this."
Mei Xueyi sneered: "Does love roll in the mud? What fairy? I think you are a loach."
Guan Yun's eyes rounded: "Where is it to lie down? I'm happy you can control it!"
"Ha!" Mei Xueyi sneered, "The loach essence is the loach essence, the mud can't support the wall, there is clearly a clean and cool place..."
She covered her lips, as if annoyed by the failure to speak.
Guan Yun followed her gaze and looked under the siege log.
It really is a clean and cool place.
He picked up his muddy eyebrows, raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, thank you the queen for reminding me."
Cocoon jumped, jumped in, and lay still.
Captain Calf opened his mouth in a daze, his eyes almost staring out.
This is... too obedient!
It was getting dark, and Mei Xueyi heard the coughing of Yunjun from a distance.
The maid brought in the ganoderma soup stewed on the small gilt medicine stove and put it on the desk.
Mei Xueyi glanced at this bowl of Xianlu, with subtle embarrassment surging in her heart.Even if the purpose of treating him is to get more benefits from him, a demon who can only kill people uses practical actions to care for a person... it is really an unprecedented time.
She pinched her nails uncomfortably.
He got in the car.
Sitting next to her, being smoked by the fragrant warm air, he couldn't help but cough again with his back bowed.
When he stopped, she handed him the jade bowl.
"Your Majesty, drink it."
He looked down, sniffed slightly, and blocked her: "Drink yourself."
She stared at him, and for a while, she lifted the jade bowl with her delicate hand, took a small sip of Ganoderma lucidum soup in her mouth, slowly leaned forward, and leaned towards him.
The red lips are different, and the blue condensate between the lips and teeth is looming, and it is sent to his lips.
"Your Majesty, really don't drink?" The muddy voice was very charming.
His eyes darkened quickly, and his Adam's apple rolled hard.
"……drink."