Cute girl Shura

Chapter 107 The Ghost Gate ([-])
"what--!!!"

There was another scream, An Yao turned her head and saw A-Gump fell to the ground, she hurriedly stepped forward to help her up, and led her towards the door.

At the corner of the iron gate, she put the ladder away and looked up. There were some rough things on the top of the fence. If she climbed up without some protection, she would definitely be scratched.

Thinking of this, she took out her rusty handkerchief from her bosom. Although it looked a bit ugly, it was her work after all, and her pseudonym, Du Yao, was crookedly embroidered on it.

She reluctantly put it into A-Gump's hands, and said: "A-Gump, you can't see, I'll help you up first, and you use this veil as a pad under your palm to prevent the fine things on it from scratching your hands. "

A-Gump took it, with a grateful expression on his face.

An Yao glanced at the sky, the sun has not set yet, after they go out, maybe they can catch up to have a delicious dinner.

She took A-Gump's hand and pointed out where her feet should step on, in case she stepped on the air.

After tossing for a while, A-Gump was finally sent to the edge of the wall. A-Gump stretched out his hand, waiting for La Anyao to come up.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement, so he made some dry words "uh uh".

An Yao put her hands on the escalator, and she just reached out to grab the rattan on the side of the wall, trying to use its power to climb faster, but she was dumbfounded after seeing the mutated scene.

Hearing A-Gump calling her from above, she suddenly came to her senses and shouted: "A-Gump, jump down quickly and get out of here immediately! Quick! Don't ask me why, if you don't leave, you can't leave! Hurry up! "

A-Gump's hands froze, and after hearing An Yao's calls several times, he recklessly jumped in the direction of the periphery...

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Prince's Mansion

Mo Qinmo sat in the yard exhausted physically and mentally. Although there were two unexpected guests in the mansion suddenly, as long as Yao'er was not by his side, he felt an inexplicable emptiness.

This is the prelude to death.

Looking up at the sky, the sunset is getting yellower and red clouds are everywhere.

Thinking of when I was still the god of death, flying between the sky and the earth, how could I be so comfortable and leisurely like now.

Some time ago, the dead ghost sent to report that Yao'er was brought into the palace by Mu Zishen, but it has been more than half a month, and she has not come back.

With the tight formation in the palace and the intimidation of her father's dragon majesty, the ghosts dare not approach, so there is no news of her anymore.

Entering the palace many times, as long as the word Yao'er is mentioned, the look in the father's eyes seems to be able to delay him a thousand times.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes irritably.

Suddenly his forehead was hit by something, and there was a sharp pain.

This is the prince's mansion, the mansion of the prince of Fuguo!Who is so bold to attack him? !
Glaring his eyes angrily, he looked back and forth hastily, but he couldn't see any suspicious traces. It seemed that the other party had extraordinary skills!

He turned around vigilantly again, and after confirming that there was no one and no ghosts, he closed his eyes again, thinking that he would be impatient if he dared to touch his death grandfather.

"Crack!" Another hit, this time directly from the top of the head.

"It's unreasonable! Whether you are a human or a ghost, show up immediately!"

Just as he finished speaking, a wordless book suddenly fell from the sky and landed in front of his eyes.

"Notes? Why are you here?!" Mo Quin was both surprised and delighted.

Since he was reincarnated as a human being, he has entrusted his diary to his apprentice Youshan for safekeeping, and she will act as the God of Death on his behalf.I didn't expect to have the opportunity to see the notes again when I was alive.

"I knew you were good to me, and you will never leave me..." He grabbed the notes floating in the air talking to himself, and the dew on his face rubbed on the notes for a long time. do not let it go.

Although the notes have not cultivated human form yet, it is both funny and helpless in the face of Mo Qinmo's narcissistic state of unchanging nature.

It shook the book, escaped from his palms, and then opened a page.

Mo Qin didn't think it was going to leave, so he just sat down with disdain, and said coldly: "Go, go, I know you have a lot of things to do, but now I'm just a mortal, so don't bother me anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took another Qiankun shot from the diary on his forehead, and was about to jump up and criticize it, when he opened his eyes and saw a few words enlarged on the top of the diary: An Yao, died in the Xu Dynasty, in Weiyang Palace" "The gate of hell" is not fatal.

An Yao?

At the end of the Moqin, he sat back on the stool as if nothing had happened, and said lazily: "Whatever she is, An Yao or Du Yao, I am a mortal now, you should go back to the current God of Death and inform her."

and many more!

An Yao... Du Yao? !

Although the name is only one word away, the location of Weiyang Palace coincides with each other, not to mention that the diary has the ability to predict the signs of death. Since it found itself, it must be that the dying person has some kind of connection with him.

"It's recorded on it, but Yao'er?!" He jumped up, grabbed the notebook and asked nervously, "Is that her? Answer quickly!"

The note shook back and forth, intending to nod.

"Oops, it's already Xu time..." He looked at the note, and suddenly grabbed it with both hands, "Note, it's all up to you! Take me there quickly, I want to save her!"

How can she die now, her experience has not been completed, she must not die!

Without writing anything else in the diary, he flew into the air with a strange quilt.

Xia'er, who had just come out of the kitchen and was about to serve refreshments, happened to see this scene, and was so frightened that she overturned the plate in her hand. She was dumbfounded and didn't recover for a long time...

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"My lord, the emperor finally let Miss Zi Ling take the position of concubine, why do you still look frowning?"

Miscanthus, who followed Mu Zi into the palace together, stared at his serious face while walking, and asked cautiously.

"Do I need to tell you?" Mu Zishen, who was walking in front, let out a breath of air and asked back.

In this cold weather, I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd of my father. I just issued an imperial decree to let Zi Ling enter the regent's palace, and then announced him to enter the palace.

Miscanthus at the side saw his frown tightened, and quickly replied, "No need, no need!"

The two had to enter the palace gate one after the other, bypassed the court hall, and took a shortcut to the tree-lined road near the imperial garden.

"Uh! Uh!"

At this time, a strange sound came from the bushes.

Both of them stopped immediately, Miscanthus took the lead in blocking Mu Zishen, and quickly unsheathed the sword beside him.

The voice came from the right side, and it sounded extremely painful, like a tortured resistance.

Mu Zishen stared intently in that direction, without fear or shrinking away.

"My lord, I'll go and have a look."

After getting his tacit consent, Miscanthus walked over, and with a sword, he pushed aside the grass covering the tree in front, swung the hilt of the sword downward, and then shouted, "Who is it? Come out!"

Before Miscanthus could react, he was wearing black hair and white clothes, and with the eyeless white pupils, he opened his two bony arms and groped towards his shoulders, making the strange noise they had heard earlier.

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