Jiang Su's sanity still remained, so she held her breath and squatted down and curled up. The wetness in her palms was the familiar smell of blood and pain.
"Blood, my blood..."
Without saying a word, the girl took out the beryllium and beryllium needles, which were the thicker and longer needles among the nine needles, and stabbed them hard into her ear canal, one in each hand. Hold the twisting needle with both hands at the same time and let it rotate in the ear to draw a circle.
He bent his five fingers into a half-fist, and continuously hit the side of his face by his ears, causing his cheekbones to turn red from the blows. The next second her eardrum was pierced, and yellow serous fluid mixed with red blood slowly flowed down the ear canal.
A white chess piece was taken out of the storage bag, landed on the ground, and quietly melted into the soil.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her face returned to normal, her little cherry mouth was still slightly raised, and she was satisfied: "It's finally quiet."
When I opened my eyes again, it was still the same narrow alley.
Only this time, there was nothing in the narrow alley. The red flames of the candles and dragon lanterns on the ground reflected the shadow of the ancient rusty hatchet. The two accompanied each other, hot and cold. Jiang Su's ink shoes are as clean as ever, not stained by any dust.
Jiang Su was accustomed to this, and he calmly took out an elixir and put it into his abdomen. This time, his tongue slowly wriggled and grew out like a short worm. It was not too big or too small, just the right size.
The girl looked at the darkness in the distance, her eyebrows curved, and she said implicitly and shyly: "I am... your father."
The next second, he laughed wildly: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha", suddenly regained his composure, his eyes were filled with ice, and he said coldly: "It's none of my business."
She took out the blood rod cover from her storage bag and walked forward expressionlessly until she walked out of the alley.
"Demon cultivators emerge from the outer city of Zhongdu, and the inner city enters the demon realm. This place is not under the feet of any emperor, but a demon cave. This world of cultivation must have been rotten for a long time, right?"
Jiang Su stopped at the alley, with endless darkness behind him and a street full of cars and horses in front of him.
She looked up at the sky and felt that she had discovered the truth. If there is no one, he said to himself, "So... it's the Dark Immortal Cultivation Text? Otherwise, how can we explain the Consciousness Sea Text, the compound-eyed strange hand, the crazy knife that kills the whole family, and me who is sick."
"Or maybe I'm just sick..."
Thinking of this, Jiang Su quickly hit the side of her head with her fist: "What does it have to do with me? What does it have to do with me!" She breathed heavily, trying to suppress her frenzy. After a while, her eyes fell into the distance. The majestic and majestic mansion with faint golden light held tightly to its guise.
Jiang Su walked towards Prince Ning's Mansion somewhat relaxedly.
On the plaque hanging high on the ground are the three characters "Prince Ning's Mansion". The calligraphy is bold and majestic, befitting this majestic gate. There are dozens of guards guarding the door.
"This word looks familiar..." Jiang Su said to himself.
She walked forward, but before she could reach the door, a guard's eyes lit up and he ran to her side, looking up and down.
The monk in green clothes holds up a disguise. The front of the cover is to save the world and save people, ten coins at a time, and the back is to build foundations and heal people, and spiritual stones are easy to find.
The guard thought: "The dress is indeed exactly the same as the order passed down. It is the immortal who came to treat the prince."
Jiang Su was wearing a mask, and others couldn't see her face clearly, so naturally they couldn't guess what she was thinking. Before she could express her intention, an elegant servant in dark yellow brocade came up to her, bowed and said, "Miss Jiang, please come with me. Your Majesty is already waiting for you in the hall."
"Huh?" Jiang Su chuckled.
This time the people stopped when they heard the sound, leaned forward and waited respectfully: "Why is Miss Jiang so confused?"
"Wait for me? But I've only been in the inner city for an hour. You guys shouldn't have arranged for someone to monitor my movements, right? I didn't notice it, so I must be a monk with a high level of cultivation."
Jiang Su looked at this servant coldly, and saw that his expression froze when he heard this, and the muscles on his face twitched for a few seconds. In a blink of an eye, he respectfully replied: "Miss Jiang misunderstood." Then he took a step forward and leaned next to Jiang Su's ear and said: "I'm not afraid to tell you, Immortal, that our prince always knows everything about the city."
"Oh." Jiang Supi smiled, curled his lips, and pretended to cross the golden threshold. Now the people hurriedly ran forward to lead the way.
She accidentally turned her head and glanced at the still bustling market behind her, with people living and working in peace and contentment.
A prince knows everything about the emperor.
It's none of your business.
She was thinking in her mind that mortals shouldn't need to make elixirs to take medicine, so she wouldn't have to take out the six-turn furnace to embarrass herself.
Ning Prince's Mansion was majestic and majestic. She and the others walked for a full column of incense before they arrived at their destination, the waiting room. Facing the living room are white jade pillars and gold thresholds, just like a wealthy house in a painting...
Jiang Su controlled his heart that was gradually corroded by money, took a deep breath, and entered slowly.
I saw a middle-aged man sitting in the middle of the hall with carved beams and painted columns. The middle-aged man's face was pale and his lips were pale. Wearing a brocade robe and a belt, with a golden crown on top of her head, her hair is tied up. Even her shoes can be seen to be inlaid with thin gold threads.
Virtual, rich. Jiang Su guessed it at a glance.
The prince saw Jiang Su coming. He quickly got up from his seat and came to the door to greet him. Although he looked eager and enthusiastic, he did not bow his head or lose his status like ordinary people when seeing a monk. The figure in the sleeves is chic and has a somewhat graceful and luxurious temperament.
"The good niece is here. I have people prepare wine and food early and wait for them to be delivered. We haven't seen each other for a long time, so we have to catch up on old times today." Prince Ning had a kind face, and his feet were swaying slightly as he walked. .
Jiang Su's face remained as usual, with confusion in his cold eyes: "Have I met the prince?"
This man secretly sent someone to follow him, he could be some kind of fuel-efficient old lamp.
After hearing Jiang Su's question, Prince Ning smiled and twirled his beard, stood beside her and replied: "Of course I have seen it before. The year you were just born, I went to your Shifangmen to drink the Full Moon Wine. You When dad hugged you, the smile on his face seemed to bloom."
Prince Ning put his hands casually behind his waist, with a slightly unreadable expression: "When I was young, I loved to look at the famous mountains and rivers, watching the bright moon flow into the rivers and sea waves. I thought it was the autumn wind that followed me into heaven and earth, and the lights waiting for me to fall asleep at night.
Your father and I met on the way to Jiangshui River, and we talked like old friends over wine. We used to treat each other as brothers, but now we say goodbye to you at the full moon banquet and haven’t seen each other for more than ten years. "
He had a lot of horizontal lines on his forehead and a long black goatee on his chin. His romantic and peach-shaped eyes also had wrinkles on the corners of his eyes.
Most of his words recall the vicissitudes and melancholy of the past.
"Old acquaintance..."
No wonder the handwriting on the plaque of Prince Ning's Mansion looked familiar to me when I walked in.
A friend who can write inscriptions on plaques of other people's mansions... My father actually has a mortal friend who has this kind of friendship, and his status is not low. It's really unimaginable.
Pity.
One person was young in the past, and the other is not old for a hundred years. But now, the young person has snow on his temples and frost on his hair. His life is like vegetation, only waiting for death in autumn.
Elders……
"A person who cultivates immortality should be a person who is indifferent to love and fate. Who would pity Dachun for a long time?"
"How can we be friends by chance? I just want to become an immortal." The girl's eyes flashed with cruelty, she clenched her fists and dug her nails into her flesh.
