Nirvana is alluring, nine thousand years old, please respect yourself

Chapter 373
The two people under the moonlight are so compatible, their hair is intertwined, their fingers are intertwined, they are talking about their love words, the moonlight is shining brightly on the two of them, Lian Qingcheng's eyes are shining like stars, smiling It looks like a crescent moon, with red lips and white teeth, which is a piece of national beauty and fragrance.

Gu Han went back to the house, but couldn't help but stand in front of the window and watch from afar. This feeling was something he couldn't explain, like... a lotus seed heart in a honeypot, it looks sweet, but the bitterness will eventually come to an end. trickle into the heart.

The Milky Way in the sky was flowing slowly, and the moon seemed to have been blushed by the beauties in the yard, so it fell heavily behind the mountain, and Father Sun stroked his beard and slowly got up to shine on the earth.

Ji Li went out early in the morning, with his identity, he was an embarrassing existence in the city of past lives.

Like a walking powder keg, there is a possibility of an explosion at any time, so the old man Shui Chan thought over and over again, and finally decided to invite Ji Li into the blood hall.

"Prince Ji, don't come here without any harm." The old man Shui Chan naturally didn't have a good face when he saw Ji Li.

Rao is that after Ji Li was "caught" and entered the city of death, the old man Shui Chan had never seen this person. He was afraid that he would not be able to bear it, and he would crush this person to death like an ant and send his son to the Asura Hall. , People who just lost their martial arts at this time.

It may be the reason why those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black. The old man Shui Chan always feels that something is weird. Why does this Lord Ji look so much like that shameless saint who is full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, but actually has a deceitful mind? ?
Ji Li crossed Erlang's legs and sat on the chair, shaking his feet, "You called me here, I don't think you just want to exchange pleasantries for me, do you?"

"What did you say, Lord Ji? Why can't I greet you, Lord Ji?" The old man Shui Chan bowed and smiled.

"Oh," Ji Li snorted and said, "Greetings...well, then, I will have a good chat with you. The people in the city where you died don't know who Lian Qingcheng is. Could it be that your sect master and you are the same?" I don’t know? My wife, but you came here at random, this king didn’t flatten your place, I’ve already given you a lot of face, now, do you still want to greet this king?”

The smile on the old man Shui Chan's face did not diminish, "Please forgive me for my shallow knowledge, Lord Ji, I only know saintesses, but I don't know who the wife of Lord Ji is."

Ji Li stroked his chin and took a sip of tea, "I know you guys are very courageous, and now you are on your territory, so you are confident, but it doesn't matter, I have nothing to do now, I just have a good chat with you guys Take a look at the in-and-out relationship."

"The saint doesn't belong to anyone, she only belongs to our city of death." The old man Shui Chan said firmly, and he didn't give in because of Ji Li's attitude.

That's right, who would be afraid of a tiger whose teeth have been pulled out and its claws amputated?
Ji Li shook his head lightly, "I said you are so old, did you live on a dog? My wife belongs to your city of death? It would be more appropriate to say that my wife belongs to your sect master. Think about it That's right, you dog slaves are under his command, and you are grateful to Dade when you get some benefits, but you don't know that your life is in his hands at any time, and you can make you beg for mercy by giving you a little bit of benefits. Alas, a dog is a dog. Except for the problem of eating shit, it is still a dog after all.”

Ji Li, who was speaking sarcastically, was not inferior to Lian Qingcheng at all, his appearance was extremely contemptuous, and he didn't put old Shui Chan in his eyes at all.

"The sect master has his own plans. We can live so happily and happily without the sect master's hard work, so what are you planning to do when you say this today?" Old Shui Chan heard a little from Ji Li's mocking words With the intention of provoking, he immediately asked Ji Li with a sneer.

Ji Li lowered his eyes and smiled, with a look of hating iron but not steel, "Yesterday your blood hall was almost trampled down by your own city residents, where is your sect master? Others use your son's death on your heart I made a slash, and where is your sect master? Don’t tell me you don’t know who is instigating the city people. Who would remember what your son Zhang looked like? And who would keep your son’s A relic? You have already made up your mind, otherwise you wouldn’t have rushed to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion early in the morning, would you?”

"Prince Ji can't do anything to us people, so he is determined to sow discord, first to sow discord between me and the sect master, and then to target Fen He's Xiaoxiang Pavilion? Are you afraid that you are out of wits? It's a pity, don't you underestimate me a little too much?" The old man Shui Chan's complexion was not ordinary.

These few words of Ji Li stabbed him in the heart with a knife, and he didn't forget to sprinkle a handful of salt at the end, it's really hateful, it's a poisonous tongue, it's true that like a wife, like a husband!

Ji Li flicked his robe and chuckled, "If you want to clean up the city of death, is it not easy? Do you need to sow dissension? Eastern Zhou cavalry set foot on the western border, and by the way, they can destroy your city of death without leaving any dregs. It’s just that my wife is not happy if that’s the case, she always likes to do it herself, so you can live until now, you should... no, it’s you, you should be glad that I came to you today, ready to show you a clear way .”

"Prince Ji, are you thinking too much?" The old man Shui Chan smiled, "The imperial city of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty was turbulent, and self-protection was a problem. How could there be any cavalry setting foot on my territory in Western Xinjiang? What's more You have killed two emperors one after another, and the hearts and minds of the army are like a mess, launching a war now is undoubtedly the most stupid way."

"It's just a western border, how many people are you going to let me send over from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty?" Ji Li started his nonsense in a serious manner, "I won't tell you this anymore, just say that I already hold the Xinxing of the western border in my hand." The three major clans, and Ayu has long had the idea of ​​bowing his head to my Eastern Zhou Dynasty, as long as you let you fight in the nest in the western border, and the sparks of war aroused will jump to the city of death, and you can burn this place clean, not to mention that there is still the king The Qianji Pavilion sits in charge."

Ji Li's ability to talk nonsense in a serious manner is comparable to that of Lian Qingcheng, but for such an absurd reason, the old man Shui Chan just sounds like, I'm going, it's so reasonable and convincing.

The old man Shui Chan paused for a long while, staring in contemplation, weighing the pros and cons, and finally sighed, "Prince Ji, I don't understand what you said, as you said, my life is also in the hands of our sect master." I'm holding it, so probably... this old man can't help you much..."

This sentence is very intriguing, as if a little widow met her second spring, wanted to post it, but was afraid to post it.

That half-pushing and half-accepting attitude made Ji Li laugh a lot.

"Then what if I tell you that I have the antidote in my hands that can free you from the sect master's control?" Ji Li said.

(End of this chapter)