In an instant, all the coffins exploded, and the corpses and objects inside were all frozen by ice and snow, and then immediately turned into powder.
"Your Highness, your necessary mission is to go to Daling as an envoy to meet the newly married Prince Regent."
Jun Chi's reminder seemed to anger the white-faced man even more.
"A lunatic has no interest at all."
The white-faced man became even more angry, "What are you doing, do you still need your reminder?"
Jun Chi put down his arm and made way for the white-faced man. When the white-faced man walked past him, he twitched the corner of his mouth contemptuously and said to the white-faced man: "I, Ziyan Palace, and His Highness are only in a cooperative relationship. If Your Highness, Whoever you want to control, it’s better to choose a few confidants yourself.”
"Huh, I know you don't really surrender to me, and Gu doesn't count on you. But that child is very suitable for Gu to practice. Gu must get her spiritual power. However, even you are disappointed, Gu Zhen I’m so curious about how she cultivated such profound spiritual power.”
It turns out that the white-faced man asked Jun Chi to capture Gu Liangyue because he wanted to use her spiritual power for his own use.
"Gu helped you recover your spiritual power. Since you can't repay this favor, you have to think of something else to repay Gu. Do you understand what Gu means?"
If you want to help people, you can help them. If you don’t want to help, you don’t have to help them. Or do you want to repay others by directly and openly caring about them? What is the difference between this and robbery?
However, Jun Chi didn't seem to care about the arrogance of the white-faced man. Instead, he was very satisfied with what the white-faced man said. In other words, he had probably been waiting for this sentence from the white-faced man.
"Of course I want to reciprocate, ask for what His Highness wants, and seek what His Highness wants."
"oh?"
After hearing what Jun Chi said, the anger and arrogance of the white-faced man just now were suppressed a little, and his white-walled face gained a little more human expression, as if there was some expectation.
"Do you know what I want?" the white-faced man asked.
Jun Chi raised his eyebrows slightly. Sure enough, when people are not satisfied with what they want, flaws will be revealed.
He put his right hand on his left shoulder and saluted.
"Purple Yan Palace congratulates the new monarch of Beidi on his accession to the throne. His civil and military achievements are as good as those of Heaven."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The white-faced man opened his arms, and the small Yi Zhuang seemed to have become a golden palace. The mess on the ground became servants who bowed to him. The white-faced man's wild laughter was deafening.
When people are proud, they sometimes ignore their own back.
The white-faced man didn't see Jun Chi's disdain and contempt hidden under the mask.
If the white-faced man knew that Jun Chi had lived for more than 500 years, and that the dynasty changes and fratricide he had seen were as common as eating dumplings during the holidays, the white-faced man would definitely regret reaching an agreement with Jun Chi.
In Wumo City outside Yizhuang, today's Mid-Autumn Festival is also extremely lively.
A group of Bai family soldiers surrounded the Qingluo Pavilion.
The customers were cleared away, and Shopkeeper Huang was pulled out from behind the counter.
"Ouch! Isn't this a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple? Girl, this is..."
Shopkeeper Huang was brought up in front of the horse in Baidongting. He hurriedly saluted and bowed, and even got close to Gu Liangyue.
Liang Yue brushed the white horse's snow-white mane, leaned over and smiled kindly at Shopkeeper Huang: "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Miss, I'll invite the shopkeeper to the General's Mansion for tea."
"Drink...tea?"
Shopkeeper Huang searched the team surrounding Qingluo Pavilion for a while and found that there was no sign of the demon judge. He didn't know what kind of Hongmen banquet the little demon master had organized for him in the general's mansion.
Shopkeeper Huang swallowed his saliva, raised his hands and bowed repeatedly, leaned in front of the horse, and whispered: "Little master, I didn't serve you well. Please tell me clearly and I will change it immediately. You are engaging in such a big battle. What's wrong with you?" Are you inviting someone? Isn't this just catching someone?"
"Girl, this is how I treat people. Shopkeeper Huang, please let me know whether you want to drink this cup of tea or not."
Liang Yue raised her head and glanced at the few little heads that sneaked out of the Qingluo Pavilion.
The meaning is obvious, the honor and disgrace of your entire clan can depend on Shopkeeper Huang’s thoughts.
Shopkeeper Huang turned back to look at where Liang Yue was pointing, knowing that the little demon master was planning to operate on him. As for what he committed, it was probably related to the troll.
"Drink, drink, girl, you are the biggest, you have the final say."
Shopkeeper Huang showed his thumb flatteringly, his smile was forced and ugly, and he was afraid that he would not be able to escape today.
"Let's go then! This cup of tea needs more work."
Liang Yue looked at the large gilded characters on the store plaque in front of her: "Qingluo Pavilion".
"I'm sorry, Master, I've delayed you in making money."
Liang Yue hooked her fingers, and the door of Qingluo Pavilion was closed. The two Bai family soldiers put the two seals they had prepared on the door.
The Mid-Autumn Festival has a full moon and is very lively.
In the courtyard of the General's Mansion, Liang Yue sat in front of a small table in front of the steps, holding tea in her hand. There were delicacies in front of the table. Liang Yue picked up a roast chicken and showed it to Shopkeeper Huang.
Shopkeeper Huang had a close contact with the magic rope and the wooden pole for martial arts training. He was locked upside down on it from the moment he was brought into the general's mansion.
"Shopkeeper Huang, please tell me the truth. Who is that troll? Where is it now? This chicken has been waiting for you for a long time."
Shopkeeper Huang said nothing.
Liang Yue raised her eyebrows.
"Why bother? For the sake of loyalty, you will ruin your entire clan. There is no chicken to eat in the wilderness."
Mo Xian turned into a whip and hit Shopkeeper Huang up and down. Mo Xian was a magical weapon, and his skin and flesh were immediately torn, but Shopkeeper Huang still didn't say a word.
Liang Yue drank tea and ate mooncakes leisurely, shook her head, and sighed: "You are so stubborn, then I will have to send you and your people to the wilderness to be slaves."
As soon as she finished speaking, what was bright just now suddenly became dim. Liang Yue raised her head and glanced at the moon. Where could she see the moon?
A thick black mist covered half of the sky, and it gathered more and more. After a while, a black mist covered the entire courtyard. A strong wind blew through, and all the lanterns in the courtyard were blown out.
The black mist gathered thicker and thicker, and suddenly a hand stretched out from the black mist, grabbed the tip of Mo Xian's whip, dragged Mo Xian and threw it towards Liang Yue.
Mo Xian transformed into a prototype and flew back to Liang Yue's hands.
The big hand moved towards Shopkeeper Huang again, pulled him off the wooden pile and lifted him to the roof.
"finally come."
Liang Yue stood up, tapped her feet, and came to the roof. She was going to catch Shopkeeper Huang. She opened her big hand towards Liang Yue, and suddenly black darts were shot towards Liang Yue, but Mo Xian turned them into barriers to block them. Lost.
Liang Yue took off the cloth strip on her right hand, and the Demon Lord's curse seal appeared instantly. She raised her hand and shined it into the center of the black mist.
A hole was punched through the black mist in an instant, and the hole became bigger and bigger. After a while, the golden light completely dispersed the black mist.
The palm also retracted, and a wooden stake fell from the opening. It was the same stake just now. A black shadow helped Shopkeeper Huang fall to the eaves opposite.
"Are you that damn demon lord?"
The black shadow was still covered by the black mist, and his face could not be seen clearly.
"Who blocked it? Stand up!"
"A natural, thank you."
"You're welcome!" After answering, Black Shadow felt something was wrong.
