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Chapter 715: Purple Mist shows magical power, Embroidery Lady enters the sixth rank! [4k3 second update, explosive update, please vote for me! ]

The two flew very high.

The swing swung up and left the ground.

Fortunately, Ouyang Rong repaired the swing today, otherwise he might have been thrown off the wall...

Zhao Qingxiu seemed to have used up all his strength in this pounce.

I don't even care whether I will fall.

Ouyang Rong's first reaction was surprise. In a flash, he grabbed the ropes on both sides with both hands and couldn't hold her. Zhao Qingxiu threw herself into his arms, so the two of them were face to face. She could only rely on herself to hold his waist.

Ouyang Rong shouted:
"Be careful, hold on tight!"

Zhao Qingxiu buried her little face in his arms, and without him saying anything, he held her very tightly.

Ouyang Rong didn't know how the embroiderer felt, but he was worried that the two of them would fly out.

He held his breath for a moment on the swing that was swinging in the air, and only breathed a sigh of relief when the momentum of the swing slowed down.

Good man, after this sudden torrent of force, the 1,300 merits that were about to overflow from his body were forcibly suppressed back.

Ouyang Rong waited until the swing slowed down, then he touched the embroiderer's head with her hair tied up in a bun and said softly:

"What's the matter? Is the embroiderer drunk?"

Zhao Qingxiu shook her head in a daze, arched her extremely thin body pressed against Ouyang Rong's chest, and adjusted her sitting position.

She sat face to face in Ouyang Rong's arms, her chin resting on his right shoulder.

Ouyang Rong also hugged her. The embroiderer was too thin and had a small frame, so he could easily hold her in his arms and touch her right shoulder with his right palm.

The embroiderer has very small shoulders, which are standard sloping shoulders, also known as beauty shoulders, the kind of small shoulders that easily cause clothing straps to slip off and are "cunning old shoulders".

He rubbed it lovingly with his palm.

After a while, Ouyang Rong felt the small words written by the embroiderer on his back.

[I won't come back. I'm going to Huaiye Lane. Wherever Tan Lang goes, I'll go there. You said that home is when we are together.]

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.

After a while, he suddenly asked, "Are you afraid of my aunt? You have to tell the truth."

Zhao Qingxiu paused for a moment, buried her head in his shoulder, and nodded slightly.

Ouyang Rong, who was concentrating his mind, felt it and immediately said:

"I've already told my aunt, and she said she'd like to meet you, and give you a birthday gift on your birthday..."

He described it in detail.

Zhao Qingxiu's little face showed surprise as she broke away from his arms, tilted her head slightly, and looked at him with joy.

Ouyang Rong smiled brightly, shook his head and said:
"Don't be afraid, embroiderer. You don't know how many people like you. Junior Sister feels sorry for you, and so does Wei Lai. They all said they want to give you gifts."

Zhao Qingxiu still felt that these developments were unreal, just like a dream.

She had been prepared to be beaten and scolded by the ladies of her husband's family on her birthday, including Mrs. Zhen. Over the years, she sometimes dreamed of the slap on that day. Occasionally, she would wake up in the middle of the night, hug her knees, and cover her face with her hands...

However, after listening to Ouyang Rong's description, Zhao Qingxiu immediately became a little frightened and didn't know where to put his hands.

Ouyang Rong noticed it and asked, "What happened to the embroiderer?"

Zhao Qingxiu wrote nervously, her handwriting so fast that it was almost sloppy:

[They gave me gifts, and I have to give gifts in return. It’s the day after tomorrow, so I have to hurry up and prepare.]

Ouyang Rong laughed: "Just do whatever you want. It's just a formality. They will definitely not make things difficult for you, even if they don't prepare any gifts..."

Zhao Qingxiu shook his head vigorously.

[No, how can you be so rude]

Ouyang Rong hesitated and spread his hands:

"That's fine, just don't force it. The price of the gift is not important, but the thought is what matters."

"Ah."

Zhao Qingxiu opened her arms again, hugged Ouyang Rong gently, and swung her legs happily.

The two of them began to swing on the swing, with the amplitude gradually increasing.

The posture of the two of them facing each other and embracing each other caused Ouyang Rong's body to gradually feel something strange.

He took a deep breath and looked straight ahead.

Ouyang Rong was about to take a look at the embroiderer.

When I came forward, I found my face being held up.

It was Zhao Qingxiu who held his head and offered it up foolishly without caring about anything.

It turned out that she couldn't bear it either.

However, it is rare to see the embroiderer be so proactive and enthusiastic.

Ouyang Rong's lips and teeth were salivating and his eyes slightly opened.

The extra 1,300 merits finally have a place to be put.

……

Ouyang Rong picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, turned around and quietly closed the door.

He picked it up all the way to the swing.

He coughed and finished getting dressed.

When I left, it was already dawn outside and a night had passed.

Ouyang Rong looked a little dazed. Before leaving, he looked inside at the Merit Tower:

【Merit: 612】

Nearly 1,300 merits were used up.

What precise control.

Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

The embroiderer was still sleeping. He actually called her just now, but the pretty girl just turned over and continued to sleep.

It's rare to sleep so deeply.

Ouyang Rong didn't call her again.

He went out feeling refreshed.

Ask Pei Shisan Niang to take care of the yard.

Ouyang Rong turned around and told Ali, and the carriage drove to Jiangzhou Hall.

As soon as he arrived at Jiangzhou lobby, he saw a familiar figure sitting in the office.

It was Yuan Huaimin.

Ouyang Rong was curious: "Why did you come so early? It's not like you."

Yuan Huaimin suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve:
"Liang Han, will you attend the celebration ceremony on the 15th?"

"Well, that's right, what's wrong?"

"It's alright..." Yuan Huaimin lowered his head and said, "I'll go too."

"Being beaten by Commander Yi...persuaded?"

Ouyang Rong asked with a smile.

Yuan Huaimin glanced at him and nodded.

Before leaving, he asked again:

"Brother Lianghan, let's go together that day. I'll wait for you."

"It depends."

"it is good."

Yuan Huaimin said goodbye.

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

At this time, Yan Liulang came over and reported with a fist:
"Mingfu! Someone is coming from Hukou County."

Ouyang Rong paused, looking sideways slightly...

A stick of incense later, in a side hall, Ouyang Rong met the smart servant sent by Wang Caozhi, and drank tea and listened to him.

He frowned and asked:

"You mean, up to now, Cao Zhi and Fellow Daoist Lu haven't found any trace of the thin-faced man? At the same time, the people who were monitoring didn't see any unusual movements from Duan Quanwu's side, and they are all staying in Shuize to suppress the bandits?"

"That's right, my lord."

The messenger respectfully reports:
"Manager Wang asked me to ask you if we should all return first. We have searched Hukou County for several days but to no avail.

"That thin man did not enter the city, and there is no record of him passing through customs. He got off the boat one stop earlier that day, at the outskirts of Hukou County, and he probably did not enter the city afterwards.

"General Duan and his three hundred soldiers were stationed in the camp, but he was not there either. As the logistical supply of the camp was a common practice in Hukou County, Magistrate Meng, in accordance with your instructions, assisted Manager Wang and sent someone to investigate. It is true that the thin man was not there either. I don't know where he went...

"Manager Wang's idea is to leave some people behind to continue searching in Hukou County, but most of the people should be sent back first so that they don't waste their time there."

Ouyang Rong looked thoughtful. He paced in the lobby for a while, then turned around and made a decision:
"Tell him to wait for two more days and continue searching patiently. Before the celebration ceremony on the 15th, no matter if there are any clues or not, everyone should return to Xunyang."

"As you command, my Lord."

"Okay, you go back first."

The messenger bowed and retreated.

Looking at the empty side hall, Ouyang Rong's brows gradually furrowed. ...

Zhao Qingxiu slept very soundly and dreamlessly.

Because of the hardships she suffered when she was young, she has a weak constitution, is dreamy and has a light sleep pattern.

Zhao Qingxiu woke up hazily.

She felt like she was about to wake up and regain some consciousness.

Even the naked body under the wrinkled quilt turned over.

But just before waking up, Zhao Qingxiu closed her eyes out of habit of wanting to stay in bed, and fell asleep.

She looked around.

It's that dream again.

In the dream, there was an abyss, and in the abyss there was a dragon, which was eating people.

There was a Yue woman who killed a dragon.

There were also Yue women who died in battle and fell into the abyss.

In the abyss, dragons are born and die.

Zhao Qingxiu was at the back of the crowd.

She...has eyes.

She can see.

Zhao Qingxiu saw tall female figures, some familiar and some unfamiliar, standing in front of her, like walls, protecting her.

Zhao Qingxiu felt that she was in an observer's perspective that was detached from the present moment, and was out of tune with the busy girls.

These women seemed to be talking to each other and calling out some names, which should be those of some of them.

Among these names, some were unfamiliar to Zhao Qingxiu, while others were familiar to her.

There is "Candle in the Snow" and there is also "Fish Thinking of the Deep".

It seems that they are all the titles of female monarchs hanging on the tablets in the ancestral hall of the Female Monarch Temple.

Zhao Qingxiu looked down.

The abyss is full of vicious dragons, which die and are reborn, and are reborn and die again.

It is endless and can never be killed.

However, the Vietnamese women continued to die in battle and their numbers gradually decreased.

Some of the dragons were not killed by the swords of these tall women, but seemed to have aged and died on their own. In just a few breaths, they experienced birth, aging, sickness and death. It seemed as if the vitality was drained from their bodies, and their blood was lost, turning them into pale but hideous dragon corpses.

The blood-red light balls that were extracted rushed to a certain position above everyone's heads at lightning speed like a red dragon.

Zhao Qingxiu looked up.

A small bronze sword hung upside down.

Floating above the heads of all living beings in the abyss.

It was covered in blood, thick and coagulated, and would not drip.

All the dragon-like blood-colored light balls rushed towards the small bronze sword, just like a spider entrenched in the center of a spider web.

In the abyss below, there were countless evil dragons that were so terrifying that Zhao Qingxiu couldn't describe them, and they all seemed to be its food.

But the abyss under my feet is unfathomable, how can I eat it all?

The evil dragon emerged faster and faster, becoming more and more ferocious and terrifying.

at this time.

"More virgin!"

Zhao Qingxiu heard someone screaming suddenly from behind.

She saw all the tall women in front of her turned around and looked at her.

They have no faces, their faces are pitch black, and all that can be seen are pairs of eyes that are either sharp, gentle, or compassionate.

However, at this moment, all these eyes fell behind Zhao Qingxiu.

She looked back blankly.

A giant, blood-red evil dragon, whose appearance was so horrifying that Zhao Qingxiu could not describe, was coiled behind her like a dragon, with its bloody mouth opened, ready to eat her.

Zhao Qingxiu had difficulty controlling her legs and took a step back.

"Do not be afraid."

Suddenly, a familiar and gentle male voice spoke in her ear.

"I'm here," he said.

Zhao Qingxiu shuddered and turned around to look.

It’s Tan Lang.

But at this moment, Tan Lang was covered in a strange purple mist, and his face could not be seen clearly. He stood with his hands behind his back, side by side with him.

Yes, she hadn't seen his appearance for a long time, not even in this strange dream.

However, when Zhao Qingxiu heard his voice, she could intuitively feel that he was laughing.

His words sounded very familiar:

"Instead of being afraid of it, you should accept it generously... Next time you dream about it, be brave and take a good look at it, but remember that it is just a dream and it can't really eat you... Hehe, maybe you can pick up a stone and throw it in to see which unlucky dragon's head will be hit..."

Zhao Qingxiu paused.

It felt like the whole world had stopped.

Tan Lang's purple mist shadow suddenly condensed into a purple stone and fell into her palm.

Zhao Qingxiu was silent for a moment, then turned around and, under the gazes of the many tall women around her, she threw the stone with all her strength without hesitation.

The purple mist stone hit the evil dragon.

Like a drop of water falling on a calm lake, concentric circles of waves spread out in all directions.

Like a glass bottle pierced by a tiny needle.

The evil dragon shattered and fell apart.

The blood-red ball of light condensed from the corpse split into two, like two swimming dragons, one going up to the sky and the other into the ground, with opposite trajectories.

The "blood dragon" in the sky flew straight towards the small bronze sword.

The "blood dragon" that entered the ground dived back into the abyss below.

It's like it's divided equally between the two.

The scene seemed to be settling down.

However, the next moment, a scene appeared that caught the attention of everyone in the audience.

"Dang~"

The purple stone that pierced the evil dragon suddenly made a loud sound.

Two blood-red light balls, like swimming dragons, suddenly stopped in place.

Above his head, the blood-covered bronze sword trembled as if in protest.

Under my feet, the abyss was filled with evil dragons constantly emerging, and the situation was also turbulent.

The purple stone turned a blind eye.

"Dang~"

Accompanied by the second bell ringing.

The two dragon-like blood-red light balls changed direction almost at the same time, returned to their original positions, and merged into one larger blood-red light ball.

Inside the ball of light, one could faintly see the shadow of a small and delicate trapped dragon spinning in circles.

"Dang~"

The bell rang for the third time.

Every time the bell rings, the purple stone will become a little darker.

With the third ring of the bell, the purple stone completely dissipated.

A huge blood-red ball of light containing the shadow of a trapped dragon shot straight towards Zhao Qingxiu, who had a slender body below.

As the distance got closer, the huge blood-colored light ball became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a new red stone, fell into Zhao Qingxiu's palm, and merged into her palm.

Zhao Qingxiu's eyes were fixed on the location of the purple mist stone that Tan Lang had transformed into and had already disappeared.

She lowered her head in a daze.

The shadow of a trapped dragon circled back and forth in her palm, but it could not escape from her fingers and was completely docile.

Tan...Lang?

wake up.

……

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