Chapter 174: Burn God Lian, Yi Yihou

This woman holding a piano is blessed by the Divine Sword, and her strength can no longer be described as strong.
In terms of martial arts combat power, she is already at the same level as Lu Zhengkang.
Without using magical powers, Lu Zhengkang would also need a fierce battle to defeat her.
The woman seemed to be still absent and asked blankly: "Can you see my ugly fox? Where is he? Did he fly to the palace? Did he fall into the yellow spring?"
The more he said, the colder he said, "No, you don't have to answer, you all want to deceive me, only my ugly fox..."
The woman was furious and heartbroken, and the ignorant flames all over her body ignited wildly. The viewer only felt the heat wave on her body, and the flames turned into demon claws, twisting wantonly.
Lu Zhengkang has always pursued a simple and straightforward approach to confronting the enemy. Since martial arts cultivation cannot be crushed, he uses magical powers.
"Little Thousand World Palm!"
With one move, the world is silent.
...
The little girl sits on the ground. The palace is vast and dark, with tall columns and curtains standing in the distance. It is cold and cold, like the woods at dusk. The structures of these buildings are neatly arranged, giving a sense of order. , But there is no warmth at all, only a cold, iron scent.
The palace lantern was lit, the light was dim and shallow, and it was curled up in the distance. It was not dim, and even looked a little dazzling, but it really couldn't illuminate the hall.
The objects filled with carved patterns create dense and heavy shadows, and the light can not illuminate the darkness here.
The brazier was burning, a middle-aged man with loose hair, his gorgeous sacrificial clothing was soaked in sweat, he was panting, crazy and focused, and he communicated with a certain high or a faint heavenly principle wholeheartedly.
The man threw the keel into the brazier and burned it fiercely.
The surface of the brazier was carved with the appearance of a nine-tailed fox. The flame was blue. It looked cold, but it was really hot.
The man murmured a certain name spell, then reached into the coal, took out the keel, skimmed to the ground, lifted a crock pot, took a mouthful of water, spit on the hot and hot keel, aroused a burst of water vapor, the bone plate cracked Make a muffled sound.
The man in the depths of the hall began to speak, so vague, completely inaudible, as if he could not remember: "Doctor Du Zhai... how..."
The man named Du Zhai father lifted the keel, carefully observed the cracks, and spoke, his lips collided, and bloodshot eyes filled his eyes. The tip of his tongue tapped gently on the gums and roots, with a crisp sound and splashes. Spit, it is strange that the girl is more sensitive to such subtle sounds than to human voices.
"...Its beauty, its beauty, the world is overwhelmed, and the three soldiers are fighting for four hours, and the country is full of disasters. This is the defeat..."
The tall man threw a few words, "...destroy his face."
The palace lady came over with a knife. The white blade was orange in the light of the palace lantern, but after cutting her cheek and stained with blood, Wu Shen Shen no longer reflected light.
The girl was at a loss, covering her face, blood rushing.
...
The wound on his face was healed, and it was scratched again, and it was still good. The metal smell of the knife, the fishy and salty mixed with blood, flowed into the mouth. Falling along the lips and chin on the sandalwood floor, broken blood drops, like a peach blossom in the omission of the sky.
Since it is impossible to disfigure, then wear men's clothing and veil.
The childhood window was overcast with clouds.
Is the sky here always so gloomy?
Or is it that Qingqiu Country is not worthy to look at the blue sky?
There is no fire in this country.
Except for divination.
The flame is the strange fire of the demon fox, and the group of elves have friendship with Qingqiu country, but they are not so intimate.
At the age of nineteen, she should be called a woman.
Yi Yihou, the princess of Qingqiu Kingdom, the seventeenth daughter of Shufang.
Sixteen older sisters were successively married to Shui Bo Tianwu, the monarch of Zhufang.
Only Yi Yihou.
She still stayed with her father.
That cowardly, weak, greedy, lazy, soft waste. A mediocre king, an incompetent father.
Can't let Yi Yihou be discovered by the world as a woman.
Her beauty will drive the world crazy.
Shufang expelled her from the country and live with those foxes.
...
Leave your country, leave that palace.
The depressive colors suddenly exploded, and the beauty of the world spread over it, which was simply dizzying.
Living with foxes, they are smarter than humans and simpler than humans.
Looking up, I still can't see the sun in the sky, but there is sunshine everywhere.
Yi Yihou is accustomed to darkness and fears light.
So she was with the lonely fox. The seven-tailed fox, called the ugly fox by his nine-tailed relatives, is still very beautiful for humans to see. The white and supple fur has beautiful and clear eyes. The expression of all kinds of expressions can reach the bottom of my heart without words.
The seven-tailed spirit fox brought Yi Yihou through everything, everything she had never experienced before, everything she longed for, everything she had never imagined.
The fox who knows spells is always great. Fulfill all the wishes of all girls.
Everything, everything, each other is everything to each other.
Yi Yihou was playing the piano, and the seven-tailed fox sat on the branch looking at her.
This is not love.
But this is indeed love.
It has nothing to do with body or appearance.
It's just the interweaving of divine will.
Lingering in love and hate like honey, neither you nor I can extricate ourselves.
I can't remember people's words, but I keep every word of yours in my heart, and my vows are also cherished in the treasure chest of memories.
"The ugly fox, the ugly fox, is Yu Langjun. Pick peach blossoms in spring and drink sweet and sweet wine together. Plums are picked in summer, if they are attached. In autumn, millet is harvested and used as a household loom. In winter, a fire pond is built to burn the beans. , She sleeps in Nanshan Mountain. Yu is a quiet girl, and a gentleman is like a good man. Picking apples and picking flowers, the gentleman will return to the rest. There are foxes, and there are female graces. Together to cultivate beautiful things, tribute to heaven."
Yi Yihou fell in love with the ugly fox.
marry.
Now, the general public has heard of it.
Yi Yihou is a woman.
Heaven and man are stunning.
Yi Yihou, these three words have magical powers, the kings and ministers, the common people, they lose their minds when they hear them, but they are fascinating when they see them.
An Ran Yu Qingqiu's couple, how long will they be able to recover.
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The stream was gurgling.
I slapped my clothes by the water, smashing the clothes made of coarse cloth with a hammer, banging, it is such a sound, a simple rhythm, this is my life, my love, if such a tune can echo forever, Then I would rather it be so boring.
The reflections of the flowing water all look like ugly foxes.
In the woods behind him, the dead leaves and branches were crushed by strange footsteps.
Father Du Zhai.
He is getting old, his long black and shiny hair has become rotten and white, there is no bloodshot in his eyes, and he looks very sincere.
"...Your husband... has returned as a fairy..."
Father Du Zhai, his words are more sudden than ten thousand thunderbolts.
How could the ugly fox leave Yi Yihou and become a fairy alone?
But when they rushed to their cabin, there was no ugly fox, only a layer of psychedelic clouds.
Everything in this room is familiar. I built it by myself. Even the wooden thorns on the door frame and the fingertip blood on the wooden thorns are clear, but without him, everything is strange.
So strange!
"...Shui Bo has an order... to marry... the seventeenth daughter..."
Your words are too heavy and mixed with the maids in the same palace, my father and king. Don’t you feel tired?
...
Eight hundred miles of red makeup.
Just to marry the most beautiful woman in the world.
Yi Yihou looked at the world outside the curtain, over the servants beating gongs and drums, over the plains with sparse grass, over the miserable pond, over the mountains, and flying over the clouds.
Ugly fox in the sky, are you looking at Peach Blossom?
Spring is here, and the flower branches in front of our house are covered with beautiful and delicate petals, and they really look like a heavy rain falling.
People's lives are like a funnel, and everyone is sliding into the depths.
It's just that childhood is the most relaxed time. Everything is novel and you can try everything. As you get older, everyone falls into the narrow tube and has to be restrained and moved a little bit.
My life is just the opposite~EbookFREE.me~ was born and grew up in chains. At the age of most desperate, I suddenly broke into the infinitely vast world, into the infinitely vast, ugly fox's heart.
Every quarter of an hour when the destiny arranges for us to meet is a tribute to me.
Now that you and I are separated, it's just that the fate is over.
Doctor Du Zhai's father and the monarch Zhu Fang rode with him behind the wedding car. Shui Bo's wife, even if it was Zhu Fang's daughter, was definitely higher than them.
"...Ahead is..."
"well done……"
What are they whispering?
The mountain ahead, I know, the peach tree in front of my house was moved from this Burning God Mountain.
The Manshan peach blossoms in full bloom in spring are like fire, burning the gods and scorching the gods.
How beautiful.
Suddenly, the mountain really caught fire!
What a fire!
Like the mother of the earth, she was furious and furious.
Foxfire!
It's an ugly fox!
...
Yi Yihou rushed into the sea of ​​flames, her tears cleared her way, and in the depths of the mountains full of peach blossoms, an arctic fox lay on its back, its petite body was pierced by a large peach nail, and it was nailed to death among the fallen.
The fire was restless, roaring, and the explosive sound shook the world. The light of the fire seemed to have burned through the clouds and mist of the years, and the sloppy sunshine was finally late in Yi Yihou's life.
In this crazy roar, the sound of blood and tears falling on the hair was still clearly distinguishable.
The monarch erected a square, and the doctor Du Zhaifu chased into the sea of ​​fire, and died in the fire.
They wailed, the score of death.
Is death.
If death can keep us together, then I will go to Huangquan with you.
...
The fire on Burning God Mountain was extinguished, and the strange thing was that even the grass and trees on the mountain were not even charred.
The peach blossoms on the mountain are all gone, with two exceptions.
One is high and the other is short, depending on each other.