The red lips are sultry, and the jade teeth are fragrant.

After all, Wei Jinzhao was invincible temptation, his apple moved, and his title hung down.

She gave him even if it was a poison-drug, he was happy with it.

Mei Xueyi smoothly passed the Ganoderma lucidum soup into his mouth. For some reason, this time he clearly felt the temperature and touch on his lips.

The bridge of his nose is unusually handsome, and the tip of his nose is rubbing against her cheek, breathing is touching, and the fragrance is lingering.

Her breathing was a little rush, and there seemed to be ants crawling on her back.

She had been kissed and plundered so many times by him. She thought she was used to it a long time ago, but she didn't expect to take the initiative to give a medicine, but she still gave birth to something strange.

At the moment of breathing disorder, a little soup choked into her throat, and she pushed him away, coughing out of breath.

He laughed and stretched out his hand to pat her back gently to help her get along.

There were tears in the corners of her eyes, she was panting, and she felt very weak.

When she wanted to be a demon, even if she was stabbed by a knife, she would just pull the knife out indifferently and return it to its owner. At that time, she couldn't imagine that she would be choked into such a virtue by a sip of concoction.

The brave, cruel and terrifying blood-clothed demon was already farther and farther away from her.

Blame this faint gentleman. He was deliberately raising her abolished.

Mei Xueyi raised her eyes bitterly and glared at him with tearful eyes.

The gaze suddenly stopped.

After taking Lingzhi Xianlu, his body should have improved immediately, but he was panting harder, his handsome face was green, as if he had been poisoned.

"His Majesty?"

He waved his sleeves, frowned and whispered: "The smell of mushrooms is the most annoying."

Mei Xueyi: "..."

At this moment, the unconscious monarch looked a little cute.

On the day when the Great Patriotic Army arrived at Jiawu Pass, Jinling finally changed.

When receiving the letter, Mei Xueyi felt her fingertips tingle slightly, and she couldn't tell whether she was tight or excited.

The white-robed monks really appeared, but the current situation was completely different from the story in the script, and these monks had no time to do anything to the country at the moment.

Wei Jinzhao messed up the water of Jinling, and now the people surrounding Jinling and Kyoto are Jinling’s own soldiers and horses. Qin Ji wants all the people to be the emperor, so he can’t kill the people of Jinling, and can only adopt a gentle and gentle government of defeat and comfort. -Policy.

The white-robed monk helped Qin Ji successfully fought a few victories, but from the line of intelligence, it could be seen that they were very restrained and extremely aggrieved.

Huojun tilted his body, took the Newspaper from Mei Xueyi's hand, squinted his eyes and looked up for a while, then sneered, and threw it aside.

Mei Xueyi covered her lips and smiled lightly: "It seems that your majesty still has time to build the star picking platform."

He said indifferently: "If the money is in place, there will be nothing that can't be done."

"Oh?" Mei Xueyi didn't believe it. In Xianyu, you can't do whatever you want with money.

The army returned to King Wei’s capital day and night.

As he entered the city, Wei Jinzhao lifted the curtain of the car and signaled Mei Xueyi to look out-only to see that the high platform that was originally covered by only about one-fifth had risen from the ground at this moment, and he couldn't look up at the top.

She sighed dumbfounded: "Sure enough, money can make a ghost push away."

He raised a cold white hand out of the window, and the car stopped immediately.

He helped her and set foot on the land of the royal capital.

"Queen, I'm home." His voice was low and mute, very solemn.

Mei Xueyi couldn't help being in a daze for a moment.

It was clear and empty in front of her, but she had an illusion out of thin air. Below the city gate, it seemed as if there were soldiers and people standing full, with a pair of eyes saying, take the queen home.

Take the queen home.

Their king lived up to the expectations, really clinging to her hand, and brought her back.

Her eye sockets were warm and itchy, her heartbeat was slightly stagnant, and her breathing was disordered. He leaned forward softly and was taken into his arms in time.

The big hand was firm and strong, and he supported her, and her thin, sickly body was like an unfalling tree or an unfalling mountain, for her to rely on.

Mei Xueyi panted slightly, feeling unspeakable in her heart.

She felt that she might be too lack of love.

In the past, there were only three puppets with her, and every living person who appeared beside her wanted her life. She has been alone for too long, too long, for so long that she doesn't know how to face love and kindness. Now, a false story in a script makes her empathize with this.

She took a deep breath and groaned: "I have been in the car for too long and I have forgotten how to walk."

"Activities will be good."

He led her to the star picking platform and followed the long steps around the platform to the top of the high platform.

The upper half of the star picking platform hasn't been finished yet, only a round shelf has been set up.

Looking at the wooden frames lacking black granite, Wei Jinzhao's long, ink-like eyebrows slightly frowned, gritted his teeth, and sighed lowly: "Rough...tsk."

Mei Xueyi tilted her head and snickered.

A big hand came around from behind, pressed her head, and put her face back.

"Don't laugh at others." The voice of gritted teeth sounded gloomily against the pinna.

Mei Xueyi: "?"

When did she smile at someone.

With a glimpse of his eyes, he found a group of patrolling soldiers on the wall hundreds of feet away.

Mei Xueyi: "..."

I can see her smiling so far away, does he treat others as hawks?

The paranoid possessiveness of this fainted king is really getting more ridiculous day by day, and if this goes on, sooner or later, she will be locked on the bed by him and invisible. Mei Xueyi was slanderous in her heart, but with a sweet smile on her face, she held the thin and hard arms of Tiaojun, exhaling like blue: "Your Majesty, beware of your feet."

Climbing onto the rough platform and looking down below, the entire royal city has become a small square. Looking around, the mountains and rivers are on the bottom of the feet, and the flowing clouds in the distance are level with the line of sight, clusters.

Really, the moon can be touched upwards, and the stars can be picked downwards.

The high-altitude wind is different from the ground, as if riding on the wind can escape the world.

Mei Xueyi looked around, then retracted her gaze and landed on the edge of the star picking platform.

She found that bizarre artillery and crossbows were mounted in all directions.

"Your Majesty, is this the kind of crossbow that was scrapped in one blow?"

"No," he bent his long fingers like cold jade, and tapped the crossbow body.

Mei Xueyi let out a long sigh of relief: "Finally, I saved the star picking station."

Half of the jade crossbow on the star catching stand was scrapped in one blow, which really left her too deep impression.

Wei Jinchao laughed blankly: "One crossbow-arrow is worth eight stars."

Mei Xueyi: "..."

She concealed her heart, pretending to be: "Don't, don't say... the country of the palace!"

Jun Jun laughed happily.

The ink-like eyebrows were curled, and between the long eyelashes, there seemed to be stars gleaming.

"What crossbow-arrow is so expensive?" She was heartbroken.

He talked about the price of cabbage, and said quietly: "Bihuo Liuliyu."

Mei Xueyi was slightly surprised.

This thing, ordinary people in the fairy door have not even heard of it.

Under the Nine Nether, by the riverside of the Yellow Spring, the yin stone burned by the fire will never go out, and the yin stone that has been repeatedly melted over time turns into a green glaze jade. Only it can withstand the burning of Nine Nether Fire. Mei Xueyi only came into contact with these legendary things when he killed the guardians of life and death and unraveled the fruit of heaven.

She blinked her eyes and said in her heart, Wujun's crossbow-jian had a good name.

He smiled faintly and walked to the middle of the high platform.

Mei Xueyi couldn't help being shocked: "Your Majesty, be careful."

The platform has not been built yet, and there are only a lot of sandalwood in the middle.

Looking down from the crevice, there is no bottom out, and it's a faint look. She is not afraid of heights, but this body is too delicate, and she dare not step on those single-plank bridges rashly for fear of dizziness.

The fainted king is flat on the ground. He walked to the center, took out a plain paper bag from his sleeve, and threw his hand into the bottomless abyss.

Mei Xueyi listened intently for a while, but did not hear the sound of landing.

He stepped back on the swaying board, and said, "Zhao Runru. Get down with bones and ashes."

He had mentioned before that the betrayed courtiers in the script were beheaded, and the town was on the star picking platform.

Mei Xueyi looked down at the rough table, and said with some embarrassment: "When the work is finished, how can I fill in Qin Ji's ashes?"

Although she still didn't know how to deal with those white-robed monks, it was still okay to slap her mouth in advance and increase her ambition to destroy the enemy's prestige.

He laughed, with a gentle and affectionate smile: "It's okay, there is another way."

He embraced her and walked down the high platform. Halfway through the walk, he saw her panting slightly, hooked her waist, and hugged her horizontally.

With the wind blowing in the air, Mei Xueyi felt like she was flying.

When he arrived at the stage, he just put her down to stabilize him, he heard a full roar behind him: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

The deafening sound made you stagger.

Wei Jinzhao leaned down and pressed against Mei Xueyi's ears and said maliciously: "Queen, your righteous brother is here."

Mei Xueyi: "???" This voice gets old when he hears it, how could she be her righteous brother? What is this strange custom?

Looking at the probe, saw that the visitor was dressed in heavy clothing. He looked at his slender eyebrows at his age of fifty or so, and there was a familiar shadow between his slender eyebrows.

After Mei Xueyi was stunned for a moment, she suddenly realized.

This is Shen Xiuzhu's old father, Ding Guo Gong and Shen Pingcheng.

"..."

She said last time that she would accept Shen Xiuzhu as a righteous son. If Shen Xiuzhu is a righteous son, wouldn't his father become her righteous brother? After all, it is impossible for a courtier to climb onto the king's head to be a righteous brother.

Mei Xueyi: "..."

"Why." Fu Jun calmly turned to Shen Pingcheng, and said Wen Run, "Aiqing defended the special line of defense for loneliness. Is this anxious to ask for reward?"

Shen Pingcheng took a deep breath and said, "Jinling civil strife is a good time for us to expand our territory. Your majesty's class and teachers are fine for the court, why not hurry up and start military affairs! There is still room to build this Laoshizitai?!"

Wei Jinzhao said calmly: "The queen is worried that this rough table will damage her lonely face, so naturally she has to build it first. Queen, you come to your righteousness..."

Mei Xueyi covered his mouth in a timely manner.

Ask him to say the word ‘righteous brother’ in front of others, and she doesn’t want her face anymore.

She glared at him warningly, and saw that his eyebrows were raised slightly, and a successful glimmer of light flashed in his black eyes.

Mei Xueyi heard Shen Pingcheng hiss.

Looking back, saw the veteran stared in a trance, and his face was full of distress and disbelief-he had seen the big girl since he was a child, and after only a few months with this faint gentleman, he was so broken by him! Where is Fang Shuya's Mei Xueyi? This alive and free is a demon queen of disaster!

Mei Xueyi put her hand back from Yunjun's face, pretending that nothing happened.

Huojun introduced her own life to her inadvertently. She knew that Mei Xueyi was taken care of by the Shen family since she was a child, and that Dingguo was like her old father.

This faint monarch clearly deliberately showed her love between her husband and wife in front of her elders and the father of the rival.

Shen Pingcheng obeyed, and hugged his hands at Wei Jinchao: "Courier bravely! I risked my death to speak to your majesty and queen! For thousands of years, I, David, acted on behalf of Mingjun, and worked diligently and diligently..."

Wei Jinzhao interrupted him by raising his hand.

"Gu suddenly remembered that there is still something urgent to do." He frowned two ink-like eyebrows, and raised his foot to run.

"The minister said to the queen!" Shen Pingcheng shouted.

Huojun stared at Mei Xueyi with a lonely look, and shook her little hand, then disappeared behind the tunnel without looking back.

Mei Xueyi: "..." As expected, the most troublesome lords were always the loyal generals with loud voice and many words.

Is it appropriate to just send people to her like this?

She cleared her throat, turned her head, and smiled squarely at the veteran.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Hunjun walked on his front foot, Shen Pingcheng's expression on his back suddenly changed.

"Little Meizi!" she said, "How is your life in the palace? Did Wang Wei bully you?! If you are unhappy, just tell Cousin, Cousin, I will fight for this old life." I will also decide for you!"

Mei Xueyi looked at him in astonishment. After a long while, she shook her head back to her senses: "Your Majesty treats me very well."

I saw the veteran slap his thigh angrily: "In the past few years, I have been at the border, and occasionally I came back carelessly. I didn't find that Xiuzhu, the bastard, and Mei Qiaoqiao mess up and made you feel wronged! That's it, Wei. The king treats you well, and the bastard Shen Xiuzhu will have to bow his head when he sees you in the future. I will take care of you when I think about it! He deserves it! Let him be angry for a lifetime!"

Mei Xueyi: "..."

It can be seen that this son who loves her more than his own son.

"Little plum!" Shen Ping idioms earnestly, "Our majesty, looking at faint and cruel, actually has his own ideas, you follow him, it's not bad. It's just that you are like a tiger, you must pay attention to it. , Don't really treat him as a fool!"

Mei Xueyi: "..." So in the eyes of others, did she think of Wujun as a fool?

"Your Majesty is not strong enough, hurry up and give birth to a prince, and my cousin will fully support you. In the future, if you become a queen mother, that day will be better." Shen Ping Chengquan exhorted.

Mei Xueyi: "..."

I dare to say such a rebellious thing, because really do it for her.

Being treated kindly by everyone around her, she felt a little strange in her heart.

"However, I have to persuade your Majesty to persuade you!" The veteran looked up at the rough high platform, and pointed with distress.

Mei Xueyi was quite guilty. It seems that Junjun didn’t let this loyal official know that he still had a five-seater net worthy of five stars and an eight-seater crossbow-arrow in his hand...

She reduced her expression and said with a serious face: "Uncle cousin can first go and see the monk caught by your majesty. Now the situation has changed suddenly, and your majesty has his own reason for doing so. The battle with Jinling is coming soon. Cousin is the pillar of the country. Ready to prepare."

Shen Pingcheng's eyes were in a daze for a moment. This is the little plum he is familiar with! She loved to listen to stories about wars since she was a child. When he taught this girl to order soldiers on the battlefield, Shen Xiuzhu, who was two years older than her, could only make a face of ink with a brush.

For some reason, the old man suddenly felt sad, as if he was lost and recovered.

He turned his face anxiously, and hid his nose, "I see. Take care!"

Seeing Shen Pingcheng's leaving figure, Mei Xueyi suddenly realized why Jun Jun had been showing mercy to Shen Xiuzhu's men again and again.

He regarded Dingguo as a half-year-old father-in-law.

Newspapers from Jinling flew into Chaomu Palace like snow flakes.

Now Qin Ji is busy dealing with the vassals of Jinling, and has no time to get distracted. The spies could easily send the information from the Jinling palace back to Weiguo, and even the few teacups that Qin Ji had dropped were clearly recorded.

The white-robed monks came to the mortal world from the immortal realm with the purpose of avenging Zhao Runru. But if Qin Ji wanted to be a human emperor, she had to settle down in the country and let her return from all over the world, so that she had the qualifications to send troops to fight for the emperor's spirit. Now she can only do her best to drag the monks, not only to help her surrender the feudal lord, but also to prevent them from committing mass killings in Jinling.

Unlike Jinling’s jokes, Mei Xueyi’s life is more comfortable and extravagant than ever.

After reading the script under the scorching sun last time and caused a headache, Wei Jinzhao replaced her with new light smoke screen windows. No matter the weather is cloudy or sunny, the soft light is always evenly scattered in her bedroom.

The chaise couch is entirely made of rice-sized pearls, lying on it as if floating on broken waves.

What he wears is not the fluffy cloak, but the rare silkworm yarn. As thin as a cicada's wings, walking in the snow and ice wearing it without feeling cold.

What you eat during the day is the delicacies of the mountains and the sea, and what you burn at night is the chalcedony candle.

Seeing that Qin Ji conquered the Jinling domain kings one by one, and Fawei was about to be put on the agenda, Mei Xueyi spent the money to feel more at ease-what money to save, if he can't beat those monks? Save money for the enemy?

"Your Majesty," she closed the latest military situation in her hand, "in three days, Jinling will dispatch troops. Are all the people along the way evacuated?"

"The queen always has the world in mind!" His body pressed heavily from the back, and his thin lips were close to her ears, and a low voice fell into her heart. "With this skill, why not look at me more."

Mei Xueyi turned around in his arms.

Seeing that his eyes had become dark and scorching.

This faint lord seems to never be tired, tired, or tired. He is greedy for her, and his morbid and addictive look is startling.

Mei Xueyi's gaze fell on his face.

Cold white complexion, slightly chilly lines due to thinness, immortal eyebrows, delicate and unparalleled pale lips.

With such a beautiful face, really can't find a second person. You can still enter the painting when you are sick.

His long eyes closed slightly, he bowed, lowered his head, his lips were as if separated from her, asking for her permission.

Of course, only because the atmosphere is so good at this moment, he will have such a gentle gentleman demeanor. On weekdays, he always showed the true qualities of a tyrant to the fullest.

His temperature and breath infected her.

‘Have fun in time...’ Mei Xueyi thought this way, closing her eyes and touching his thin lips as an invitation.

When she embraced the white jade couch and indulged in the ups and downs, she did not forget to ask again: "The people along the way have all been evacuated?"

Huojun smiled bitterly, held her lower lip, and grinded her teeth: "It's gone!"

That night, she also fell apart completely.

Qin Ji took the monk as the vanguard and began to attack the guard.

Mei Xueyi was surprised to find that her life had not changed.

I have to say something different...

The information coming back from the front lines is even more interesting.

When the Jinling army slammed into the first frontier fortress city of the Wei Kingdom, they were surprised to find that all the scarecrows in armor were standing on the walls.

The Weiguo people had abandoned the city at some point, leaving only an empty city. The most amazing thing is that they changed the layout of houses and streets and set up countless traps before they evacuated. Jinling people marching along the road would ‘puff through’ and fall into the pit at every turn.

Although there was no life, it was disheartening and unlucky.

Several cities in succession are all in the same situation.

Qin Ji and the monk were dissatisfied with each other, and the grievances grew.

The more we get into the hinterland of the country, the more weird the situation is-the people of Jinling have not even seen a living person on the land of the country. Where there should be people, there are all scarecrows standing, each with their grassy faces slanted, they seem to be mocking Jinling's incompetence.

The march was extremely smooth, and it was so smooth that it was awkward. Even if they deliberately changed the marching route, they would still be greeted by the grass-man city, in the kingdom of David, without a living person, and no one penny could be found.

"I don't believe that Wei doesn't even want the Royal City anymore!" Qin Ji jumped into thunder.

Finally, this army passed through the deserted Canglang Pass and pressed onto the frozen plain in front of King Weidu.

The gate was wide open, and on the wall of Kyoto, there was also a scarecrow standing still in armor and standing densely.

Along the way, the Jinling Army, Qin Ji, and the monks were fed up with this thatched smell, and they immediately felt nauseated when they saw the Scarecrow.

Standing under the vicissitudes of the quaint city gate of Kyoto, the monk headed by the sullen face, frowned and pointed to the star-catching platform that rose into the sky in the royal city: "That's the star-catching platform?"

How can it not be seen from the inside, at least from the outside, this Huatai has been completely completed, and it is very straightforward to show the word luxury.

"Yes, that's the star picking platform." Qin Ji looked weakly at the still empty lonely city, "Where did Wei Jinzhao hide everyone!"

"There are people on the star picking platform." The white robe monk said solemnly.

Looking from here, with the eyes of a mortal, you can't see what the scene of the top of the star picking platform is.

The headed monk glanced at the other person beside him.

"It doesn't matter if he opens the door to welcome guests, it doesn't matter if he enters the city."

When a group of white-robed monks strode through the city gate, a letter falcon flew out of Qin Ji's chariot quietly.

It vigorously waved its wings, passed through layer after layer of high-altitude wind, and flew to the towering star picking platform, sending the last piece of information to the owner.

The letter falcon hovered around the high platform, swaying up in circles, the clear hum of the clear cloud dispelled the cloud above his head, and a scorching sun fell from the cracks in the cloud, just covering the pair of people on the top of the star picking platform.

"Well"

With its wings flapping, this falcon, which pierced through the wind and broke the clouds, finally fell into the palm of its owner.

The dark light of Wei Jinzhao's black robe circulated, making the hands protruding from his sleeves become colder and whiter.

He caught the letter falcon, took down the intelligence and spread it out, glanced indifferently, then raised his hand and threw it off the high platform.

When she tilted her head to look, she couldn't help but smile when Mei Xueyi looked at him eagerly.

"It hurts your eyes to look at the words in the sun. Don't stare at the queen, she won't show it to you again."

Mei Xueyi reluctantly retracted her gaze. She also wanted to see, if Qin Ji found that the imperial city was empty, would Qin Ji drop the cup again.

She bowed her head and adjusted her clothes.

Dressed up today, and Wei Jinzhao are standing side by side on this high platform. Looking around, the eyes are empty, there are no soldiers and people, and the whole world is enemies.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a pair of Faint Monarch and Demon Empress has been abandoned by history and has come to an end. If you put it on the script, the next two people must jump off the platform and die, which is very happy.

"Your Majesty." Mei Xueyi held Wei Jinchao's hand, affectionately, "We live and die together."

Wei Jinzhao leaned over his body, leaned down, and said solemnly against her auricle: "Queen, look at me more and less of those green glaze jade, you will be more sincere when you speak love words like this!"

Mei Xueyi: "..."

Well, she did pin her hopes of survival on those weird crossbow-arrows.

Who makes them worth eight stars?

So much money, even if it were thrown from here, it would be a loud noise.

Just as she was flirting with him hypocritically, the group of white-robed monks quickly passed through the massive gates, dazzlingly passed the empty streets from the outer city to the inner city, broke into the king city, and appeared. At the end of the wide corridor.

There is no obstacle in the middle, just follow the tunnel straight ahead, you can reach the star picking platform.

In order to cooperate with Qin Ji, this team of cultivators has been suffocated for too long.

Mei Xueyi looked at the white robe figures in the distance, as if she could feel the blue smoke above their heads.

Her heart was beating all at once, beating heavily on her chest.

She couldn't tell how she felt at the moment. Like this kind of monk between Jin Dan and Yuan Ying, she was inferior to the ants before, and she would not look at it at all. But now that he has the identity of'Mei Xueyi' and after reading Wei Jinzhao's script, everything is different.

She could feel that she seemed to be the same as Wei Jinzhao, there was a fire in her heart that could not be calmed down.

Watching the white robe monk approaching at this moment, her fingertips trembled slightly unconsciously, which was a sign of murder.

With her fingers tight, Wei Jinzhao took her hand and held a icy, cold jade-like thin arrow into her palm.

"Come on, I'll teach the queen to shoot arrows." The tone was low and tight.

Mei Xueyi looked down and found that the jasper seemed to circulate in the flames of glazed glass, like smoke and mist, wandering through the jade.

Bihuo Liuliyu? It seemed to be no different from the ghostly objects in memory.

"Queen, concentrate." Wei Jinzhao circled her behind him, his breathing was slightly heavier than usual, and the faint fragrance on his body was also richer, bursting with waves. He held her hands and rested his chin on her shoulders in a gesture of complete control.

With her five fingers, he placed the crossbow-arrow made of the blue-fired glazed jade among the ballistas at the edge of the high platform, and slowly pointed at the monk who was walking along the wide corridor.

She inadvertently glanced sideways, and saw that his expression was extremely focused, with cold light in his black eyes, murderous intent on the corners of her lips, and a grinning cold smile.

Coupled with this sickness, he was like a jade sculpture that fell into the Nine Nether Yellow Spring by mistake and soaked in the evil and cold land for thousands of years.

She held her breath unconsciously and followed his gaze.

The heart of the crossbow moved slowly.

The distance between the two parties is too far, Mei Xueyi felt that even if the other party deliberately held up his chest and used his face to catch his arrow, it might not be able to catch him.

Finally, his fingers stopped.

He tapped her index finger and gently stroked the spring that fired the crossbow-arrow.

Hold your breath for a moment, press down suddenly.

"Dead." The hoarse voice pressed against her, and it sounded deep.

"Shoo-oh-oh-"

There was a strange shock in the air.

Mei Xueyi only noticed that her eyes flickered, and a bunch of cold flames rose in her vision.

Its trajectory is intermittent, like a teleport, traversing the void, flashing towards the end of the line of sight.

She held her breath unconsciously.

His magnetic tail sound still lingers in her ears, and that beam of cold flame has hit a monk in a white robe.

The distance is too far, Mei Xueyi can only vaguely see the monk lowering her head to look to her chest, and in an instant, the blue flame rises into the sky, the monk is like a candle wick carrying the flame, twisting in the enchanting and strange blue flame. Shaking. But for a while, the flame dissipated, and the person turned into a blue smoke, and even the soul could not be left.

This is... Nine Nether Fire! The battle that Dongshengzhu Mu Wanbai designed her was the Netherworld Ghost Fire, which burned the 8,000 monks of Dongzhou Xianmen before she escaped.

Mei Xueyi's scalp was numb and her body was stiff.

Wei Jinzhao smiled, took a jade arrow, and said in her ear: "This strange fire, it is said that even Daluo Jinxian can burn through, and everything is good. The disadvantage is that it can only be loaded with Jade Fire Glazed Jade. , The cost is a bit too expensive."

Mei Xueyi: "..."

Is the cost just a bit too expensive? No, that's not right, the point is the cost!

This is Nine Nether Fire!

Sealed under the yellow spring, the world guards sealed the ghost fire with the power of the'world'.

When Mei Xueyi shook his mind, the monks below were already in a mess.

These are just Golden Core or Nascent Soul cultivators, and they can't come into contact with the ultimate existence of Nine Nether Fire.

They also never thought that the flame was shot down with an arrow from the top of the star picking platform, only thinking that they had stepped on the flame trap on the ground.

Seeing that group of people disperse to the surroundings in an instant, changing from a leisurely courtyard to a nervous catwalk, Mei Xueyi couldn't help being a little amused.

"Your Majesty, I will try it myself!"

"Okay." He handed a jade arrow to her palm.

She is good at using hidden weapons.

Holding the crossbow and taking a glance, she felt uncomfortable. She lifted the hem of her skirt and sat on the edge of the high platform with a twist of her body, bending one leg, and lazily erecting the crossbow.

Head tilted and smiling.

Lock down a monk who walked to the left of the tunnel behind the totem pole.

Red lips lightly opened: "Dead."

"Shoo-oh-oh-"

The cold flame skyrocketed.

"I hit it!" She looked back, raised her eyebrows at him, and smiled proudly.

It's extremely bright.

Wei Jinzhao was in a daze for a moment, lowered his eyes, curled his lips, and applauded her.

The cultivators' shouts faintly came from the corridor. Although they couldn't hear them clearly, they could guess it. They must be suspicious and dare not approach those totem poles anymore.

Under the outer city gate, soldiers from Jinling marched into the capital, preparing to occupy the capital.

"I don't want to let those smelly guys touch my Chaomu Palace. Your Majesty, you have to hurry up!"

With her long legs, she jumped down from the edge of the high platform, walked to the golden arrow stand with jade arrows, took the arrow herself, and shot the monk below coldly at a suitable angle.

Wei Jinchao laughed lowly: "You can't let the queen read the joke."

He grabbed a crossbow at random, put the jade arrow on it, and launched it without aiming at it.

The monks turned into bunches of fireworks. There is no arrow left.

There were a total of twenty-five or six monks who invaded the mortal world, and such a force was enough to swallow any mortal kingdom one bite at a time. No army is their opponent, as long as a Jindan monk is given enough time, he can slaughter a mortal world army of 10,000 people-the power is so disparity.

However, at this moment, these powerful monks kicked the iron plate and reduced to fish on the chopping board.

Seeing the screams of their companions turning into pillars of fire, the cultivators finally realized with inferiority that the murderer was the pair of faint monarch demon girls on the star-catching platform.

The remaining monks still had fifteen or six people, and they galloped toward the star picking platform.

Mei Xueyi has been in the blood and fire for thousands of years, and her fighting instinct has been carved into her bones, so she can easily predict the opponent's actions.

Her expression was a little more solemn, her vision narrowed, and all her mind was focused on the high-speed moving figure, locking the trajectory, and gently pressing the machine spring with her finger

"Boom!" A burning man hit the bottom of the star picking platform.

"How about my arrow?" She picked her chin slightly and looked at Wujun triumphantly.

He hung his head and smiled, "Queen archery is extraordinary."

After losing several people one after another, the cultivators couldn't restrain themselves completely, and finally rose with swords. At this time, they completely exposed the identity of people outside the world in front of mortals.

A stream of light drew up in the air.

Nine people remain.

The sky was wide, and the monks' swords were staggered, swift as the wind, and Mei Xueyi was dazzled.

After all, this body is just a flesh-body mortal, and the eyesight is not enough.

She looked at Yunjun sideways, and found that he was still in that lazy and inattentive appearance.

Still one strike is accurate.

Mei Xueyi looked up and saw the Jinling army flooding into the capital like a tide.

"Your Majesty, I'm going to light a beacon." She said.

He frowned: "Don't burn your hands."

Mei Xueyi laughed, put down the crossbow in her hand, and walked towards the middle of the high platform.

It's just throwing the torch inserted on the gold-bronze beacon into the copper furnace, and even a three-year-old child will not burn himself.

She lit the cigarette and walked back to him leisurely.

After such a short period of time, there are only three monks left.

The two with higher cultivation bases had already rushed to the vicinity, Mei Xueyi was about to probe, and was pulled back by the faint king's collar after being picked up.

I saw a stream of fire sword light grazing the edge of the high platform and flying into the air.

Almost cut the hair on her forehead!

Flame swords flew up one after another, preventing the archer above the high platform from appearing.

Wei Jinzhao took her and retreated to the other side of the high platform.

She couldn't help feeling a little nervous: "If we let them get close, we will be dead."

He grinned and took out something from his sleeve.

Mei Xueyi looked familiar, and after a brief recollection, she remembered that it was the invisibility magic weapon Guan Ji had used.

I don't know when it was confiscated by Faint Jun.

He made a jerky gesture.

The two disappeared.

Mei Xueyi: "!"

If this guy was not very sick, he would still be expected to become the emperor.

She held her breath and waited quietly.

A burst of staggered flame sword shadows spread out like a blanket.

After that sword shadow, two figures swept back and forth on the high platform, standing firmly on the edge.

After all, they were still afraid of the emperor's spirit, and did not dare to directly use the large-scale killing technique to bombard the high platform, but planned to capture the current life and let the mortals themselves learn the cause and effect.

When he turned his eyes, both were stunned. There was no one on the high platform.

Mei Xueyi's back was close to Wei Jinchao's chest, and she felt his chest tightness and shaking.

He was sneering, picking the next prey.

Mei Xueyi looked over lazily, her gaze suddenly stopped.

The two in front of them are a couple of Taoists, handsome men and charming women.

So cooked!

She frowned, and her two faces gradually became clear in her memory.

Her heart suddenly missed a beat, and she took a breath, her eyes opened wider and wider unconsciously.

This is... the couple of Sect Masters of Flying Fire Sword Sect!

When she had achieved great magic skills and brought the puppet bamboo to kill the Feihuo Sword Sect, it was these two people who were the first to kill with her own hands!

Mei Xueyi's scalp was numb, and she was standing under the clear and white day, only to feel lightning and thunder, and thunder and thunder fell on the top of her head.

This group of monks are from the Flying Fire Sword Sect? ! Didn't they die under her claws thousands of years ago?

An incredible answer is ready!

When she was shocked and lost, the Wei behind her started to move.

"Shoo"

As soon as Leng Yan shot, his thin and powerful arm embraced her tightly, and whirled her to the side silently.

The charming woman turned into a pillar of fire.

"Jin Lin!" Sect Master Feihuo Sword Sect's eyes were about to split.

He didn't hesitate to pinch the tactics to throw fire into the sky.

It's like fireworks exploded in front of you.

Mei Xueyi's eyes were squinted by the fire light, and the flames swirled, covering the entire high platform, without a blind spot.

Gorgeous and dangerous.

Everything in the field of vision became slow, and Wei Jinzhao shot an arrow backhand, then threw the crossbow, protected her back with one hand, and wrapped her head in his arms with the other. The tall and thin figure sank down, flying fire all over the sky. Among them, he protected her round and round, and there was no dead end.

The last picture that remained in front of her eyes was the Sect Master of Flying Fire Sword Sect widening his eyes suddenly, and an oncoming ghostly cold fire was clearly reflected in his eyes.

When the monk turned into a pillar of fire, Mei Xueyi's eyes went dark and fell into the man's hard embrace.

‘Pump! ’

Whose heartbeat resounded through my ears.

She stopped breathing. At this moment, it seemed extremely short and extremely long.

She seemed to look back on her first half of her life, and she seemed to think nothing.

While still in a daze, he released his hand, held her by the shoulder and took her out of his arms, his deep black eyes filled with gloomy air: "Are you scared?"

She shook her head in a daze, opened her eyes wide, and looked him up and down.

"Your Majesty is not injured?"

"It disappeared before it fell on the body." His tone was calm, "It was probably because he was killed first."

Mei Xueyi knew the danger.

If the spell sprinkled by the monk Yuan Ying fell on a mortal, it would really be immortal and crippled.

He did not hesitate to use his example as a shield to protect her tightly.

This faint lord...

She was shocked: "There is one person left!"

Before he finished his words, he saw a slender figure holding a sword, gliding out of the afterimage left by the flying fire in the sky.

When she saw this person's appearance clearly, Mei Xueyi's pupils tightened and her heart beat out of control.

This is a gorgeous-looking woman, unforgettable at first sight.

Once, this face was always shattered and reorganized, and blood was always flowing, covering up the beauty.

After watching for thousands of years, how could she forget this face?

This woman... it's her!

Before she was enchanted!