The Paranoid Tyrant’s Illness Got Worse Today

The red lips are sultry, and the jade teeth are fragrant.

After all, Wei Jinchao was an invincible temptation, and with a movement of his Adam's apple, he bowed his head.

What she gave, even if it was poison-drug, he was happy with it.

Mei Xueyi smoothly put the Lingzhi soup into his mouth. For some reason, this time, I could clearly feel the warmth and touch on his lips.

The bridge of his nose is unusually handsome, the tip of his cold nose rubs against her cheek, his breaths meet, and the fragrance is lingering.

Her breathing was a little hurried, and there seemed to be ants crawling on her back.

She had been kissed and robbed so many times by him, and she thought she was used to it, but she didn't expect to take the initiative to give her a medicine, and she actually gave birth to something strange.

At the moment of disordered breathing, a little soup choked into her throat, she pushed him away, coughing out of breath.

He laughed, reached out and patted her on the back lightly to help her go smoothly.

The corners of her eyes were dripping with tears, and she was panting, and she felt very delicate.

Thinking that when she was the devil, even if she was stabbed in the opposite direction by a knife, she would just pull out the knife indifferently and send it back to its owner. At that time, she could not imagine that she would be choked by a small sip of concoction into such a virtue.

The brave, cruel, and terrifying blood-robed demon was getting farther and farther away from her.

Blame this fool. He was deliberately trying to spoil her.

Mei Xueyi raised her eyes angrily and glared at him with teary eyes.

His eyes suddenly stopped.

After taking the Lingzhi Immortal Dew, his body should have improved immediately, but he was panting even more, his handsome face glowing blue, as if he had taken poison.

"His Majesty?"

He waved his sleeves, frowned and whispered, "I hate the smell of mushrooms the most."

Mei Xueyi: "…"

At this moment, Jun Jun looked so cute.

On the day when the Great Army of the State of Wei marched to Jiawu Pass, Jinling finally changed.

When she received the letter, Mei Xueyi felt her fingertips tingle slightly, but she couldn't tell whether she was nervous or excited.

The white-robed monks really appeared, but the current situation was completely different from the story in the book, and these monks had no time to do anything to Wei Guo at the moment.

Wei Jinchao disturbed the pool of water in Jinling. Now Jinling's own soldiers and horses surround Jinling. If Qin Ji wants all the people to return to their hearts and become the emperor, then he can't kill the people of Jinling. -Policy.

The white-robed cultivator helped Qin Ji win a few successful battles, but from the intelligence, one could see that they were tied and extremely aggrieved.

Shun Jun tilted his body, took the letter from Mei Xueyi's hand, squinted and raised his head for a while, then snorted softly and threw it aside.

Mei Xueyi covered her lips and chuckled: "It seems that Your Majesty still has time to cover the Star Picking Platform."

He said indifferently: "If the money is spent in place, there is nothing that can't be done."

"Oh?" Mei Xueyi didn't believe it. In Xianyu, rich people really can't do whatever they want.

The army traveled day and night to return to the capital of King Wei.

When entering the city, Wei Jinchao lifted the curtain of the car and motioned for Mei Xueyi to look out—I saw that the high platform, which was only covered by about one-fifth of it, was now rising from the ground, and he couldn't see the top.

She sighed: "Sure enough, money can make ghosts run the mill."

He raised a cold, thin, thin hand out of the window, and the chariot stopped immediately.

He supported her and set foot on the land of the royal capital.

"Queen, I'm home." The voice was hoarse and very solemn.

Mei Xueyi couldn't help but be in a trance for a moment.

The sight in front of her was clearly empty, but she had an illusion out of thin air. Under the city gate, it seemed that there were soldiers and civilians standing there, all eyes were saying, take the queen home.

Take the queen home.

Their king lived up to expectations and really took her hand and brought her back.

Her eye sockets were hot and itchy, her heart beat slightly, and her breathing was disordered. His body leaned forward softly, and he was taken into his arms in time.

The big hand is firm and strong, he supports her, the thin and sick body is like a tree that will not fall, a mountain that will not fall, allowing her to rely on.

Mei Xueyi was panting slightly, the feeling in her heart was indescribable.

She felt that she might be lacking love too much.

In the past, there were only three puppets to accompany her, and every living person who appeared beside her wanted her life. She's been alone for so long that she doesn't know how to face love and kindness. Now, a false story in the book actually made her empathize with it.

She took a deep breath and said angrily, "I've been in the car for so long, I forgot how to walk."

"Activity activities will be good."

He took her to the Star Picking Platform, and followed the long steps around the platform to the top of the high platform.

The upper part of the star-picking platform has not yet been completed, and only a whole shelf has been built.

Looking at the wooden frames lacking black granite, Wei Jinzhao's long ink-like eyebrows frowned slightly, gritted his teeth, and sighed in a low voice: "Rough... tsk."

Mei Xueyi tilted her head and snickered.

A large hand circled from behind, held her head, and turned her face back.

"Don't laugh at others." The gnashing of teeth sounded gloomily against the auricle.

Mei Xueyi: "?"

When did she smile at others.

Flicking his eyes, he found a team of patrolling soldiers on the city wall a hundred feet away.

Mei Xueyi: "…"

Seeing her smiling from such a distance, does he think of others as hawks?

The paranoid possessiveness of this faint-hearted man is really getting more and more outrageous day by day. If it goes on like this, sooner or later, she will be locked on the bed by him and will not be seen. Mei Xueyi sneered in her heart, but with a sweet smile on her face, she grabbed the thin and hard arm of the faint, and exhaled like a blue: "Your Majesty, be careful of your feet."

Climbing on the rough platform, overlooking the bottom, the entire royal city has turned into a small square. Looking around in the distance, the mountains, rivers and rivers are all under the feet, and the clouds flowing in the distance are level with the line of sight and clustered together.

Seriously, look up to touch the bright moon, look down and pick up the stars.

The wind at high altitude is different from that on the ground, as if you can get out of the world by riding the wind.

Mei Xueyi looked around, then withdrew her gaze and landed on the edge of the Star Picking Platform.

She found that strangely shaped crossbows were mounted in all directions.

"Your Majesty, is this the kind of crossbow that was scrapped with one blow?"

"No," he bent his long fingers like cold jade and tapped the crossbow body, "It can be reused, and the crossbow-arrows fired are consumables."

Mei Xueyi let out a long sigh of relief: "Finally, I've saved the Star Picking Platform."

The jade crossbow that scrapped half of the Star Chasing Platform with one blow really left a deep impression on her.

Wei Jinzhao laughed dumbly: "One crossbow-arrow is worth eight star-picking platforms."

Mei Xueyi: "…"

She covered her heart and pretended: "Don't, don't talk about it... The country of this palace!"

Jun Jun smiled happily.

The ink-like eyebrows are curved, and between the long eyelashes, it seems that the stars are shining.

"Why are crossbow-arrows so expensive?" She was heartbroken.

In the tone of talking about the price of cabbage, he said softly: "Jade Fire Glazed Jade."

Mei Xueyi was slightly stunned.

This is something that ordinary people in Immortal Sect have never even heard of.

Beneath the Nine Serenities, on the banks of the Yellow Spring, the yin stone calcined by the fire will never be extinguished. Only it can withstand the burning of the Nine Netherworld Fire. Mei Xueyi only came into contact with these legendary things when she killed the guardian of life and death and picked the fruit of the Heavenly Path.

She blinked her eyes, thinking to herself, the crossbow-arrow, Jun Jun, had a good name.

He smiled lightly and walked to the middle of the high platform.

Mei Xueyi couldn't help but be startled: "Your Majesty, be careful."

The platform has not yet been built, and there are only a lot of sandalwood in the middle.

Looking down from the gap, it is bottomless and deep. She is not afraid of heights, but her body is too delicate, and she does not dare to step on those single-plank bridges rashly, for fear of dizziness.

The faint-hearted gentleman is walking on the ground. I saw him walking to the middle, took out a plain paper bag from his sleeve, and threw it into the bottomless abyss.

Mei Xueyi listened intently for a while, but did not hear the sound of the landing.

He paced back on the swaying board and said, "Zhao Runru. Let your bones and ashes go down."

He had mentioned before that he beheaded several of the rebellious ministers in the script, and he was on the Star Picking Platform.

Mei Xueyi lowered her head to look at the blank table, and said with some embarrassment, "When it's finished, how should I fill Qin Ji's ashes?"

Although she still doesn't know how to deal with those white-robed cultivators, it's still okay to fight the cannons ahead of time and grow her own ambition to destroy the enemy's prestige.

He laughed, with a gentle and amiable smile: "It's okay, there is another way."

He walked down the high platform with her in his arms, and when he was halfway there, he saw her panting slightly, hooked her waist, and hugged her horizontally.

With her robe blown by the mid-air wind, Mei Xueyi felt like she was flying.

Arriving under the stage, he had just put her down to hold her steady, when he heard a roar full of energy behind him: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

The deafening sound made the dizzy king stagger.

Wei Jinchao leaned down and pressed against Mei Xueyi's auricle, saying badly, "Queen, your adopted brother is here."

Mei Xueyi: "???" This voice sounds old, how could it be her righteous brother? What kind of weirdness is this?

Looking at it with the probe, I saw that the visitor was dressed in heavy clothes, looking at the familiar shadow between the slender eyebrows and the eyes, which seemed to be familiar.

After Mei Xueyi was stunned for a moment, she suddenly realized.

This is Shen Xiuzhu's old father, Duke Ding, Shen Pingcheng.

"…"

She said last time that she would take Shen Xiuzhu as her adopted son. If Shen Xiuzhu was her adopted son, wouldn't his father be her righteous brother? After all, it is impossible for a subject to climb on the king's head to be a righteous brother.

Mei Xueyi: "…"

"What?" Shun Jun calmly turned to Shen Pingcheng, and said warmly, "Aiqing has guarded the Qishu line of defense for the loneliness. Are you in a hurry to ask for a reward?"

Shen Pingcheng took a deep breath and said in a voice like a bell: "The civil strife in Jinling is a good time for us to expand our territory. It's not a matter of His Majesty being in charge of the court, why don't you hurry up and start the military affairs! There is still space to build this Lao Shizitai?!"

Wei Jinchao said indifferently: "The queen is worried that this rough platform will damage Gu's face, so she naturally wants to build it first. Queen, you are here to be righteous with you..."

Mei Xueyi covered his mouth very timely.

Ask him to say the word 'righteous brother' in front of others, and her face will not be needed.

She gave him a warning look, and saw that he raised his eyebrows slightly, and a glimmer of success flashed in his black eyes.

Mei Xueyi heard Shen Pingcheng hissing.

Looking back, I saw that this veteran had a dazed look in his eyes, and his face was full of grief and disbelief—he saw a big girl since he was a child, and he had only been with this stupor for a few months, but he was so broken by him! What about Duan Fang Shuya's Mei Xueyi? This is just like a demon queen of calamity!

Mei Xueyi withdrew her hand from Jun Jun's face and pretended that nothing had happened.

Jun Jun inadvertently introduced her own life to her. She knew that Mei Xueyi had been raised by the Shen family since she was a child. This Duke Dingguo was just like her old father.

This dizzy gentleman clearly deliberately showed her love to his husband and wife in front of her elders and the father of her rival in love.

Shen Pingcheng went with the flow and hugged Wei Jinchao heavily: "I dare to speak to your majesty and the queen! For thousands of years, I, David, have replaced the emperor on behalf of the emperor, and I have worked hard and diligently..."

Wei Jinchao raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Gu suddenly remembered that there is still an urgent matter to do." He frowned two ink-like eyebrows, and raised his feet to run.

"Then tell the queen!" Shen Pingcheng shouted.

Jun Jun stared at Mei Xueyi with a solitary look, shook her little hand tightly, and immediately disappeared behind the corridor without looking back.

Mei Xueyi: "..." Sure enough, the one who gives the faintest headache the most will always be the loyal ministers and generals who are loud and talkative.

Is it appropriate to just send someone to her?

She cleared her throat, turned her head, and gave the old minister a dignified smile.

Unexpectedly, the expression of Shen Pingcheng on the back foot changed abruptly as soon as Jun Jun walked on the front foot.

"Xiaomeizi!" As soon as he opened his mouth, it was Huduzi's voice, "How was your life in the palace? Did King Wei bully you?! If you are not happy, just tell Uncle Biao, Uncle Biao, I will take this old life. I want to rule for you too!"

Mei Xueyi looked at him in astonishment. After a while, she shook her head and said, "Your Majesty treats me very well."

I saw the old general slap his thigh angrily: "Biao uncle I've been at the border in recent years, and occasionally I'm careless when I come back. I didn't find that Xiuzhu, this bastard, and Mei Qiaoqiao were messing around, making you suffer a great grievance! That's all, Wei The king treats you well, and in the future that **** Shen Xiuzhu will have to kowtow and salute when he sees you, I think about it, I will be happy for you! He deserves it! Be angry with him for the rest of your life!"

Mei Xueyi: "…"

It can be seen that this man loves her more than his own son.

"Xiao Meizi!" Shen Ping said with a serious heart, "Our majesty, looking stupid and cruel, actually has his own ideas. You are not bad if you follow him. It's just like accompanying a tiger, you must pay attention to yourself. , don't take him for a fool!"

Mei Xueyi: "..." It turns out that in the eyes of others, she considers the dizzy gentleman a fool?

"Your Majesty's body is weak, hurry up and give birth to a prince. Uncle Biao will fully support you. In the future, when you become the queen mother, that day will be better." Shen Ping Cheng Quan Quan instructed.

Mei Xueyi: "…"

Dare to say such rude and outrageous words, it is really good for her.

Being treated kindly by everyone around her, she felt a little strange in her heart.

"However, it's time to persuade Your Majesty!" The veteran looked up at the rough platform and pointed at him in pain, "Like this, it's over! Extravagance and waste! How much does it cost!"

Mei Xueyi felt a little guilty. It seems that Jun Jun didn't let this loyal minister know that he still has five net worth of chasing stars, and one crossbow-arrow for eight chasing stars...

She restrained her expression and said sternly: "Uncle Biao can go and see the monk that His Majesty caught first. Now that the situation has changed, His Majesty has his own reasons for doing so. The decisive battle with Jinling is imminent, and Uncle Biao is the pillar of the country, and he should Ready, ready."

Shen Pingcheng's eyes were dazed for a moment. This is the little plum he is familiar with! Since she was a child, she has loved to listen to stories of wars. When he taught this Nannan to order soldiers in the battlefield, Shen Xiuzhu, who was two years older than her, could only play with a brush and put ink on his face.

For some unknown reason, the old man suddenly felt grief in his heart, as if he had lost it and found it again.

He hurriedly turned his face to the side and covered his eyes and eyes: "I see. Take care!"

Seeing the figure of Shen Pingcheng leaving, Mei Xueyi suddenly realized why Shun Jun was showing mercy to Shen Xiuzhu again and again.

He regarded Duke Dingguo as a half-law-in-law.

Jinling's letter flew into the Chaomu Palace like snowflakes.

Now Qin Ji is busy dealing with the vassal kings in Jinling, and has no time to distract herself. The spies could easily pass the information from the Jinling court back to Wei, and even recorded how many teacups Qin Ji threw.

The monks in white robes came to the mortal world from the fairyland with the purpose of taking revenge for Zhao Runru. And if Qin Ji wants to be a human emperor, she must stabilize the country and let the world return to her heart. Only then does she have the qualifications to send troops to attack the guards and compete for the power of the emperor. Now she can only try her best to drag the cultivators, not only to ask them to help her subdue the vassal king, but also to stop them from killing them in Jinling. She is busy mediating every day, and she is exhausted.

Unlike Jinling's chicken flying and dog dancing, Mei Xueyi's life is more comfortable and extravagant than before.

After reading the book under the scorching sun last time, which caused a headache, Wei Jinchao put on a new light-smoke Luo Shark screen window for her. No matter the weather was cloudy or sunny, the room was always filled with soft light evenly.

The entire couch of the imperial concubine is made of pearls the size of grains of rice, and lying on it is like floating on breaking waves.

What he wears is not a fluffy cloak, but a rare fire silk yarn. Thin as a cicada's wings, walking in the ice and snow without feeling cold.

During the day, the food is delicious from the mountains and the sea, and the chalcedony candles are burned at night.

Seeing that Qin Ji conquered the Jinling vassal kings one by one, and Fei Wei was about to be put on the agenda, Mei Xueyi was more at ease when she spent money—what money would she save, what if she couldn't beat those monks? Save the flower for the enemy?

"Your Majesty," she closed the latest military information in her hands, "in three days, Jinling will send troops. Have the people along the way been evacuated?"

"The queen always has the world in her heart!" His body was pressed up from the back, his thin lips were close to her ears, and his low voice fell into her heart, "If you have this skill, why don't you look at me more."

Mei Xueyi turned around in his arms.

Seeing that his eyes have become dark and burning.

This dizzy gentleman seems to never be tired, never tired, and never tired. He lusted after her, and his morbidly addicted look was startling.

Mei Xueyi's eyes fell on his face.

Cold white complexion, slightly cold lines due to thinness, immortal-like eyebrows and eyes, delicate and unparalleled light-colored thin lips.

With such a beautiful face, I really can't find another person. If you are ill, you can also enter the painting.

His long eyes closed slightly, he bowed, tilted his head, his lips were at a distance from hers, and he asked her for permission.

Of course, it was only because the atmosphere was so good that he had such a gentle gentleman's demeanor. On weekdays, he always brought out the true character of a tyrant to the fullest.

His warmth and breath infected her.

"Just in time..." Mei Xueyi thought, closed her eyes, and lightly touched his thin lips as an invitation.

Embracing the white jade couch and indulging in ups and downs, she did not forget to ask again: "All the people along the way have been evacuated?"

Shun Jun smiled bitterly, grabbed her lower lip, and gritted his teeth: "It's gone!"

That night, she also completely fell apart.

Qin Ji took the monks as the vanguard and began to cut down the Wei.

Mei Xueyi was surprised to find that her life had not changed.

Hard to tell the difference...

The information coming back from the front is even more interesting.

When the Jinling army aggressively entered the first frontier fortress city of the Wei Kingdom, they were surprised to find that the people standing on the city wall were actually scarecrows in armor.

The Wei people had abandoned the city at some point, leaving only an empty city. The most amazing thing is that before they left, they also changed the layout of houses and streets, and set up countless traps. Jinling people marching along the road would fall into the ditch at every turn.

Although no life was lost, it was bad and unlucky.

Several cities in succession are in the same situation.

Qin Ji and the monk were dissatisfied with each other, and the grievances were growing.

The deeper we went into the hinterland of Wei, the more bizarre the situation became—Jinling people didn't even see a single living person on the land of Wei. Where there should be people, there were all standing scarecrows, each with a crooked face, which seemed to be mocking the incompetence of Jinling people no matter what.

The march was very smooth, and it was so smooth that it was unbearable. Even if they deliberately changed the route of the march, they were still greeted by grass-man cities, so great that they could not meet a single living person or turn over a single penny.

"I don't believe that Wei doesn't even want the royal city anymore!" Qin Ji was furious.

Finally, the army passed through the deserted Canglang Pass and pressed onto the permafrost plain in front of King Wei's capital.

The city gate opened wide, and above the city wall of Kyoto, there were also standing still scarecrows in armor.

All the way, Jinling Army, Qin Ji and the monks were fed up with the smell of thatch, and immediately felt nauseated when they saw the scarecrow.

Standing under the vicissitudes of life and the quaint city gate of Kyoto, the cultivator headed with a gloomy face, frowning and pointing to the star-picking high platform towering into the sky in the royal city: "Is that the star-picking platform?"

How can it not be seen from the inside, at least from the outside, this magnificent stage has been completely completed, and it is very straightforward to show the word luxury.

"Yes, that is the Star Picking Platform." Qin Ji looked at the still-empty lonely city, "Where did Wei Jinchao hide everyone!"

"There is someone on the Star Picking Platform." The white-robed cultivator said solemnly.

Looking from here, with the eyesight of mortals, it is impossible to see what the top of the star-picking platform is, but the monk can see a pair of men and women standing on the edge of the high platform, looking contemptuous.

The headed monk looked at the other person beside him.

"He opens the door to welcome guests, and it doesn't hurt to enter the city."

When a group of white-robed monks strode through the city gate, a falcon quietly flew out from behind Qin Ji's chariot.

It waved its wings vigorously, passed through layers of high-altitude winds, and flew to the towering star-picking platform, sending the last piece of information to its master.

The letter falcon circled around the high platform, swaying up in circles, the clear chirping dispelled the dark clouds above, and a blazing sun fell from the cracks in the clouds, just covering the pair of bi men on the top of the star-picking platform.

"咴—"

With its wings fluttering, this falcon, which pierced through the wind and clouds, finally fell into the palm of its master.

The black robe on Wei Jinchao's body was dark and dark, making the hand sticking out of his sleeve even more cold and white.

He caught the falcon, took down the information and spread it out, glanced at it indifferently, and then raised his hand and threw it off the high platform.

When he turned his head and saw Mei Xueyi staring at him, he couldn't help laughing.

"Looking at words in the sun hurts your eyes, don't stare at the queen, and I won't show you any more."

Mei Xueyi reluctantly retracted her gaze. She also wanted to see if Qin Ji would drop the cup again when she found that the imperial city was empty.

She lowered her head to straighten her clothes.

Dress up today and stand side by side with Wei Jinchao on this high platform. Looking around, the eyes are empty, there are no soldiers, no people, and the whole world is an enemy.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a pair of faint-hearted demon queens have been abandoned by history and have come to a dead end. If you put it in the storybook, then the two of them will jump off a high platform and die, which is very pleasing.

"Your Majesty." Mei Xueyi took Wei Jinzhao's hand and said affectionately, "We will live and die together."

Wei Jinzhao leaned over, leaned down, and said in a deep voice against her ear: "Queen, look at me more, and look less at those jade fire glazed jade, it will be more sincere to speak love like this!"

Mei Xueyi: "…"

Well, she did put all her hope of survival on those strange crossbows-arrows.

Who made them worth eight star-picking platforms?

So much money, even if it were thrown from here, it would be an earth-shattering bang.

Just when she was hypocritically flirting with him, the group of monks in white robes quickly passed through the thick and incomparable city gate, swept across the empty streets from the outer city to the inner city in a blink of an eye, broke into the royal city, and appeared. At the end of the wide corridor.

There is no obstacle in the middle, just follow the corridor straight ahead, you can reach the star picking platform.

In order to cooperate with Qin Ji, this team of cultivators had been suffering for too long.

Mei Xueyi looked at the white-robed figures from afar, as if she could feel the blue smoke rising from their heads.

Her heart was beating one after another, beating heavily against her chest.

She couldn't tell what she was feeling at the moment. A cultivator like this between Jindan and Nascent Soul was not even as good as an ant to her in the past, and would not be in her eyes at all. But now that he has the identity of 'Mei Xueyi', and after reading Wei Jinchao's words, everything has changed.

She could feel that, like Wei Jinchao, she seemed to have a fire in her heart that she couldn't calm down.

Seeing the white-robed cultivator approaching at this moment, her fingertips trembled subconsciously, which was a sign of murderous intent.

As soon as his fingers tightened, Wei Jinchao took her hand and held an icy cold, jade-like thin arrow into her palm.

"Come on, I'll teach the queen to shoot arrows." The tone was low and timid.

Mei Xueyi lowered her eyes to take a closer look, and found that the jasper jade seemed to have glazed flames, like smoke and mist, wandering in the jade.

Jade Fire Glazed Jade? It seems to be no different from the ghostly objects in memory.

"Queen, concentrate." Wei Jinzhao surrounded her behind him, his breathing was a little heavier than usual, and the faint fragrance on his body was also much richer, which came over in waves. He took her hands, resting his chin on her shoulders, a gesture of total control.

With her five fingers, she placed the crossbow-arrow made of blue fire and glazed jade into the ballista on the edge of the high platform, and slowly pointed at the monk who was walking along the wide corridor.

She glanced sideways inadvertently, and saw that he looked very focused, with a cold glow in his black eyes, killing intent hooked on the corner of his lips, and a sinister smile was drawn.

Coupled with this sickness, he is like a jade sculpture that fell into the Yellow Springs of the Nine Serenities by mistake and soaked in the most evil and cold place for thousands of years.

She held her breath unconsciously and followed his gaze.

The crossbow heart moved slowly.

The distance between the two sides was too far, Mei Xueyi felt that even if the other party deliberately held out his chest and used his face to catch his arrow, he might not be able to catch it.

Finally, his fingers stopped.

He tapped her index finger and touched the spring that fired the crossbow-arrow gently.

Holding his breath for a moment, he pressed down.

"Death." The hoarse voice was close to her, and it sounded heavily.

"Hum-hum-"

There was a strange vibration in the air.

Mei Xueyi's eyes flashed, and a bunch of cold flames appeared in her field of vision.

Its trajectory is intermittent, like teleportation, traversing the void, and swept to the end of the line of sight.

She held her breath unconsciously.

His magnetic tail still lingered in her ears, and the cold flame had hit a white-robed monk.

The distance was too far, and Mei Xueyi could only vaguely see the cultivator looking down at his chest. In the next instant, a blue flame rose into the sky. The cultivator was like a candle wick carrying a raging flame, twisting in the middle of the enchanting and strange blue flame. shaking. But for a moment, the flame dissipated, and the person became a cloud of blue smoke, and even the soul was not left.

This is... Nine Netherworld Fire! In the battle that the Eastern Holy Master Mu Cangbai designed her, it was the ghostly fire that appeared in the world and burned eight thousand cultivators of Dongzhou Xianmen before she escaped.

Mei Xueyi's scalp was numb and her body was stiff.

Wei Jinchao smiled lowly, took the next jade arrow, and said in her ear: "This strange fire, it is said that even the Daluo Jinxian can burn through it, everything is good, the disadvantage is that it can only be loaded with jade fire glazed jade. , the cost is a little too expensive.”

Mei Xueyi: "…"

Is this price just a little too expensive? No, no, the point is the cost!

This is the Nine Netherworld Fire!

Sealed under the yellow spring, the ghost fire of the ghost sealed by the guardian with the power of the 'world'.

When Mei Xueyi shook her head, the monks below were already in chaos.

These are just Jindan or Nascent Soul cultivators, and they cannot come into contact with the ultimate existence such as the Nine Netherworld Fire.

They also never imagined that the flames were shot down by arrows from the top of the star-picking platform, they only thought that they had stepped on the flame traps on the ground.

Mei Xueyi couldn't help laughing when she saw that group of people dispersed to the surroundings in an instant, from strutting to nervous catwalking.

"Your Majesty, I'll try it myself!"

"Okay." He handed a jade arrow to her palm.

Using hidden weapons is her specialty.

Holding the crossbow and taking a look, she felt that it was not very comfortable. She lifted the hem of her skirt and sat on the edge of the high platform with a twist, bent one leg, and set up the crossbow lazily.

Head tilted, smiling.

Lock on a monk who walks behind the totem pole on the left side of the corridor.

The red lips parted lightly: "Death."

"Hum-hum-"

Cold flames soared into the sky.

"I hit!" She looked back, raised her eyebrows at him, and smiled proudly.

Brilliantly bright.

Wei Jinchao was in a trance for a moment, lowered his eyes, hooked his lips, and applauded for her.

There were faint voices from the monks in the corridor. Although I couldn't hear them clearly, I could guess that they were suspicious and didn't dare to get close to those totem poles.

Under the gate of the outer city, soldiers from Jinling lined up to enter the capital, preparing to occupy the capital.

"I don't want to let those stinky guys touch my morning and evening palace. Your Majesty, hurry up!"

With her long legs up, she jumped down from the edge of the high platform and walked to the golden arrow platform where the jade arrows were in full bloom.

Wei Jinzhao smiled lowly: "You can't let the queen see the joke."

He grabbed a crossbow at random, put a jade arrow on it, and fired it without looking at it.

Each monk turned into a bunch of fireworks. Missing an arrow.

There were twenty-five or six monks who invaded the mortal world, and such a force was enough to devour any country in the mortal world one by one. No army is their opponent, as long as a Jindan cultivator is given enough time, he can slaughter a mortal army of ten thousand people - the power is so disparate.

But at this moment, these mighty monks kicked the iron plate and became fish on the chopping board.

Seeing that their companions screamed and turned into pillars of fire, the cultivators finally realized that the murderer was the pair of dazed monarchs and enchantresses on the star-picking platform.

There were fifteen or sixteen remaining monks, and they galloped towards the Star Chasing Platform.

Mei Xueyi has been fighting in blood and fire for thousands of years, her fighting instinct is carved into her bones, and she can easily predict the opponent's actions.

Her expression became a little more solemn, her field of vision narrowed, and all her attention was focused on the fast-moving figure, locked the trajectory, and gently pressed the spring with her fingers—

"Bang!" A burning man slammed into the bottom of the Star Chasing Platform.

"How about my arrow?" She raised her chin slightly and looked at Jun Jun proudly.

He bowed his head and smiled: "The queen's archery is extraordinary."

After losing several people one after another, the monks couldn't hold back, and finally rose up with their swords. This time, they completely exposed the identity of people outside the world in front of mortals.

A stream of light streaks into the air.

There are nine people left.

The air was wide open, and the monks' swords were intertwined, as fast as the wind, making Mei Xueyi a little dazzled.

After all, this body is only a flesh-body mortal, and its eyesight is not enough.

She looked sideways at Jun Jun, and found that he was still in a lazy and careless manner, taking an arrow unhurriedly and shooting it at will.

Still a hit and miss.

Mei Xueyi raised her eyes and looked into the distance, only to see the Jinling army pouring into the capital like a tide.

"Your Majesty, I'm going to light the beacon," she said.

He frowned: "Don't burn your hands."

Mei Xueyi laughed, put down the crossbow in her hand, and walked towards the center of the high platform.

It's just throwing the torch inserted on the gold and copper beacon into the copper stove, and even a three-year-old can't burn himself.

She lit a cigarette and walked back to him leisurely.

After a while, there were only the last three monks left.

The two people with higher cultivation bases had already swept close, and Mei Xueyi was about to probe when she was carried by Jun Jun and pulled back by the collar.

I saw a stream of fire sword light wiped the edge of the high platform and swept into the air.

Almost cut the hair on her forehead!

One after another, the flaming swords flew up, making the archers above the high platform unable to emerge.

Wei Jinchao carried her and retreated to the other side of the high platform.

She couldn't help being a little nervous: "If you let them get close, we'll be dead."

He chuckled and took something out of his sleeve.

Mei Xueyi looked familiar, and after a brief recollection, she remembered that it was the invisibility magic weapon that Guan Wei had used.

I don't know when it was confiscated by the faint.

He gestured awkwardly.

The two disappeared.

Mei Xueyi: "!"

If this guy hadn't been seriously ill, he would still be expected to become a human emperor.

She held her breath and waited silently.

A burst of staggered flame sword shadows spread out like a blanket.

After the sword shadow, the two figures swept up the high platform one after the other and stood firmly on the edge.

After all, they were still afraid of the emperor's aura, and they did not dare to directly use large-scale killing techniques to roll up the high platform.

Turning their eyes, they both froze. There was no one on the platform.

Mei Xueyi's back was close to Wei Jinzhao's chest, and she felt his chest tight and trembling.

He was sneering, picking his next prey.

Mei Xueyi looked over lazily, her gaze suddenly stopped.

The two in front of them were a Taoist couple, the man was handsome and romantic, and the woman was graceful and charming.

So cooked!

She frowned, and in her memory, the two faces gradually became clearer.

Her heart skipped a beat, she took a breath, and her eyes opened wider and wider unconsciously.

This is... the couple of the Sect Master of the Flying Fire Sword Sect!

Back then, when she achieved great magic and took the puppet Zhu Tu to destroy the Flying Fire Sword Sect, these two were the first to kill herself!

Mei Xueyi's scalp was numb, and standing under the sunny day, she could only feel the thunder and lightning, and the thunder rumbled on the top of her head, which shocked her and made her limbs stiff.

Are this group of monks from the Flying Fire Sword Sect? ! Didn't they die at her clutches thousands of years ago?

An incredible answer is about to come out!

When she was shocked and lost, Wei Jin, who was behind her, made a move.

"Whoosh-"

The moment Leng Yan shot out, his thin and strong arms hugged her tightly and took her to the side quietly.

The charming woman turned into a pillar of fire.

"Jin Lin!" The Sect Master of the Flying Fire Sword Sect was stunned.

Without any hesitation, he threw out fire in the sky.

It's like fireworks explode in front of you.

Mei Xueyi was stabbed by the fire and narrowed her eyes, the stars