alone mountain and river

As if to confirm his thoughts, the hoarse and seductive voice suddenly turned into a shrill scream. The two men and women who wanted to be one with each other a moment ago are now far apart, except that there is an extra lump on Chunlan's belly. handle dagger.

Facing Chunlan's puzzled eyes, this Lord Ning said in a deep voice: "If I let you stay by my side, how will future historians write about me? Besides...Chunlan, you have a lot of ambitions, and I'm afraid I'm just too ambitious." Your springboard, your future goal, is also the throne that I am about to sit on."

Chunlan didn't answer him, she fell to the ground and died, but her desolate eyes seemed to want to say a different answer.

Master Ning was completely complacent, found the soul-suppressing stone from Chunlan, solemnly put it in his pocket, looked around again to make sure everything was under control, and then slowly walked towards Feng Qinglang.

Feng Qinglang ignored it, the painting had reached the point of completion, he was concentrating on drawing the last few strokes, Master Ning stood behind him, and couldn't help admiring: "Good painting, the characters are lifelike, jumping off the paper. I didn't expect you to be a talent. "

Feng Qinglang smiled lightly, finally stood up and stretched her waist.

Lord Ning couldn't help but praised again: "It's not bad that you have an open-minded attitude! Well, you have an unfulfilled wish."

Feng Qinglang gently wiped the drawing paper with her fingertips, and said: "The empress once promised me that if I turn her portrait into a magic pattern painting, I will give me the soul-relief stone."

Master Ning was startled, and then sneered: "This wish is too ambitious, I don't have the patience to wait."

There was a sharp ray of light in his hand, and it stabbed straight at Feng Qinglang's vest. In his mind, ending the life of a painter who had no power to restrain himself was basically a matter of no suspense.

But today, in this hall, there are too many unexpected things. The sharp light seemed to hit an invisible wall, and then bounced back. Master Ning even kept everything under control. Smiling, but there is a discordant crimson in the throat, which makes the smile permanently freeze on the face.

When he fell to the ground, his eyes looked exactly at the place where Chunlan fell to the ground, and their eyes intertwined. Perhaps one day in those days, it was precisely because of this kind of staring that they gradually fell in love, and today they also use this kind of gaze as the final ending.

The soul-suppressing stone finally came to Feng Qinglang's hands, and after tossing it lightly twice, the weight was not prominent, but the cool breath that continued to come from the stone let Feng Qinglang know that the object she was pursuing this time was indeed Here we go.

He took the drawing board off the easel, and walked towards the queen on a pool of blood. His years of fleeing made him used to always carrying various materials. After a while, the portrait of the queen on the drawing board had disappeared. But in the void, a three-dimensional portrait of magic patterns that looks like a real person stands beautifully.

Feng Qinglang said to the portrait: "I have fulfilled my promise, then I will take the Soul Requiem Stone."

The queen herself is dead, but the magic pattern has been fully activated. Her magic pattern painting just stands in a pool of blood, beautiful and moving, her eyes are still extremely charming, but she can no longer speak or communicate. Just watched Feng Qinglang leave until she disappeared from sight.

On a hillside in the distance of the palace, three men prostrated themselves in the grass, holding an ancient magic weapon such as a monocular, and watched the entire process of the palace coup.

The man next to him said in a slightly excited tone: "Boss, you are really good at predicting things. If something happens in Lanling Bieyuan this time, someone will help us bring out that third-order soul-suppressing stone."

The man on the other side also said: "Boss, why don't we catch up? The soul stone is leaving."

The face of the man in the middle was so gloomy that it was about to drip water. He stared at Feng Qinglang's back as he left leisurely, and said in a deep voice, "Do you remember the traitor, the one code-named traitor?"

"Is that the fierce man who slaughtered the city of Innocence on the west coast?"

"Hey, the number one on the most wanted list, if you can catch him, the bounty is enough for each of us to buy a kingdom to play with..."

The two of them were talking, but they stopped suddenly. They had naturally seen the portraits of rebels. If the lucky boy with the Soul Requiem Stone had his hair changed to a different color, it wasn't the kind of hairstyle that could slightly conceal the shape of his face. , and if that weird earring is removed...

Aren't those big figures at the top of the most wanted list flying around in the sky all the time?How could it possibly intersect with their lives?

I didn't think of it for a while, but once I thought of it, I suddenly felt that the person in front of me looked more and more like a rebel, and the more he looked, the more he felt that it was a moving vault.

But all kinds of legends about this demon also came to mind at the same time, wealth and risk are always proportional, and the temptation in front of him represents an astonishing risk.

After a brief jump of joy, the faces of the two also matched their boss's. Once they made a decision, it meant that their lives would be on the line.

The boss felt itchy deep in his throat, like a harbinger of a cold, so that his voice was full of tearing: "Do you want to do it?"

"...with such a fortune, we can retire."

"Done!"

But the boss pondered: "The fish is too big for us to eat. If we insist on eating it by ourselves, we will be choked to death... The second brother notified the organization and asked the higher-ups to send someone to come immediately. The third immediately sent a signal to let the neighbors and us The group that has signed the mutual aid agreement is going out to catch this big fish together... I will follow up personally and keep in touch!"

The sun in the winter afternoon is warm and pleasant.

The boss, however, felt full of irritability. He remembered that the first time he followed someone back then, he was also full of such tension and irritability. He hadn't felt this kind of irritability for many years...

In particular, the most wanted criminal is like a leisurely tourist, walking leisurely on the mountain road, unhurried, if the general follower has such a performance, the boss will be very happy, but a devil who is at the top of the most wanted list , shouldn't have such a behavior, shouldn't he observe around with extreme vigilance, and then leave some small marks along the way to deal with the crisis that comes at any time...

Watching Feng Qinglang pick a wild fruit on the side of the mountain road and stuff it into his mouth, he chewed it with relish. The boss knew that such a wish was unrealistic, but he still prayed sincerely that it was a poisonous fruit. To be poisoned to death would be wonderful.

But everything in his imagination didn’t happen. Seeing Feng Qinglang strutting back towards the imperial city of Lanling Kingdom, without the slightest awareness of witnessing the Queen’s death just now, the boss was puzzled for a moment, and then suddenly realized that he was at the top of the most wanted list. For the powerful people, the secular imperial power does not have much binding force on them.

A group of little beggars live in Feng Qinglang on the outskirts of the city. The boss can't help but sweat for the group of little beggars. They are legendary demons who never need to blink to kill. To his surprise, Feng Qinglang escaped from the purse. They gave each of them two silver coins, and touched the hair of a little boy affectionately. His handsome face and warm smile were impressive under the warm sun.

This is just the right amount, not too much to cost these little beggars their lives, but just enough to give them a good winter.

The boss couldn't help guessing, did he do it on purpose or unintentionally?

Inexplicably, he remembered the orphanage when he was a child. At that time, he, his second and third children would go to nearby cities to beg for extra money on weekends.

I remember that when they left the orphanage, they still patted their chests and promised the old dean and nuns that one day in the future, when they made money, they would definitely come back and let everyone live a good life...

However, many years have passed, that promise has long since evaporated, and I don't know how they are doing now, whether the orphanage is still there...

For a while, Feng Qinglang's back in the distance in front of him also became a little hazy, and the boss hurriedly regained his energy to follow up, thinking that if he can really make this vote, he must go back and have a look, and fulfill the promise of the year.

A haze of dark clouds covered the warm sun, and a storm was about to come.

At this time, Feng Qinglang walked into a luxuriously decorated restaurant, and the boss had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.

It seems that this devil's appetite is really quite good. After ordering a table full of dishes, the boss had to order two or three dishes, and stayed with him from afar. He couldn't help but curse again in his heart. Choking to death, that would be perfect.