Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

The sarizi was taken away by the king Huai, and the four returned to the yard. They saw several white bones lying outside the yard, and the gate of the yard was stabbed several holes, and it was crumbling.

The two puppets left by Shen Qing are guarding at the door. Gu Xuan is still sitting in the yard. Seeing them coming back, she stands up to meet them.

"There was an accident. The sariki didn't get it." Shen Qing said in a low voice.

Gu Xuan was stunned for a moment, then immediately laughed and said, "you're OK."

She knows that Shen Qingshi wants to find the sariki for her own sake, but compared with the sariki who can make her a hundred years old, she only wants Shen Qingshi to be good.

Shen Qing pursed her lips, and after a while she said, "I'll take it back. No one can take your things away."

No one is going to take what he gave her.

In the first half of the night, a few people tossed about in the palace. In the second half of the night, they went back to their rooms to have a rest. What they had to do now was wait for Cheng Zhi to come to the door. Since Cheng Zhi asked the king of Huai to leave a message, he would certainly come to Shen Qingshi.

In the middle of the night, the weather began to get muggy. The next morning, Rong Shen was very upset. Li Shuo's eyes flashed, and the air around him suddenly became cool.

Rong Shen sighed comfortably and couldn't help saying in a voice: "I didn't expect that you still have this effect."

As soon as her voice fell, she realized that it was wrong. She looked at Cheng Xiu with her head on one side. Cheng Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly and sneered. Before she opened her mouth, Rong Shen flattered him and took a cake from the table to his lips.

"Gu Xuan's craftsmanship is good. You can try it." She blinked, innocent.

Cheng Xiuding looked at her for a while, lowered his head to hold the cake, took a bite at her fingertips, and whispered, "I'll work with you at night."

Rong Shen's heart leaped, and the tip of his ear immediately turned red.

The weather was sultry all day, until it was close to dark. It was dark, giving people a feeling of wind and rain.

While everyone was in a hurry to get into the city to avoid the coming heavy rain, a carriage went out of the city.

The soldier who was guarding the city looked at the carriage one more time, looked at the sky again, and couldn't help muttering: "at this time, he is still running outside the city..."

A moment later, the sky was heavy as if it was about to be pressed down. The carriage stopped at the official road outside the city, and a man came down from the carriage.

Wrapped in a black cloak, the man stood at the side of the carriage, bent slightly towards the carriage and said, "wait for me here."

"You take this." A woman's voice came from the carriage, and a brocade handkerchief was handed out with one hand.

The man took the brocade handkerchief, covered his face, and dragged down a wooden box from the carriage. The contents seemed very heavy. When he was carried down, he shook and dropped a few drops of dark red liquid from the box.

Standing on the official road, you can see a forest in the distance, and between the forest and the official road, there is a wasteland full of weeds.

The man took the wooden box to the middle of the wasteland and stopped. Then he turned back and took a shovel from the carriage and dug up with it.

After half a pillar of incense, a pit was dug enough to put down the wooden box. The man put down his shovel, pushed the wooden box in, quickly covered it with soil, and then got up and ran to the carriage stopped at the side of the road.

It wasn't long before the carriage left here. A figure came out of the lush grass beside it and walked to the place where the man had just buried the carriage.