Chapter 194: The nameless ghost worships the nameless flower

His emotions are still immersed in the screams of the grievances. For a moment, he is not able to return to God. The face under the mask is cold and sweaty. The soul is not obedient: "...Do not use those two words to call me."
Every time I heard someone call him so much, it was like reminding him of something that made him extremely irritated. Every time he called, he was shocked. Nameless but said: "His Royal Highness is always His Royal Highness."
Thanks for the past. Of course, I can't see the face of this black warrior, I can only see a smile. When the other person looks at his face, he can only see a pale mask.
He whispered: "If you call me this way, you will let your soul fly away. Don't think how strong you are."
The black boy bowed his head. Thanks for calming down, said: "Go and explore the Langer Bay area and find the best place to set up the practice."
No name: "Yes."
Thanks for closing his eyes, paused, and opened his eyes, looking at the black warrior, frowning: "Why have you not gone yet?"
The black warrior said: "The location is fixed, then what time?"
"time?"
"The souls of the dead can't wait, they must help them find the object of the curse, and can't delay for too long."
It really can't be delayed for too long. Silence for a moment, thank you: "After three days."
Nameless and said: "Why is it after three days?"
I don't know why, thank you for talking with him, and he was a little angry. He said: "Three days later, it is the full moon night. At that time, the human face will be greatly increased. You ask too much. Going fast."
The nameless dagger, retired silently. Thanks again, closing his eyes and holding his forehead, hoping to ease this headache. At this time, he heard a few cold sneers from behind.
As soon as I heard this familiar sneer, the blood of the pity seemed to freeze. He turned around, and sure enough, behind him, sitting in a snow white shadow wearing a sorrowful face and wearing a large sleeve of mourning, holding his hands in his sleeves and looking at him on the platform.
White no phase!
Thanks to the sword, the white man slammed, and the caught Jianfeng and sighed: "As I expected, this look is really suitable for you."
If you don't uncover the mask, the two men are almost exactly the same from head to toe. When they fight, the two white people fight back and forth, and the outsiders can't tell who is who. White has no way to easily avoid the swordsman who prayed, and said: "His Royal Highness, you buried your parents in the poor and poor land of foreign land, do you not feel wronged?"
Thank you for your pity, and said: "After you moved my father and mother, you ruined their bodies?!"
White has no reason: "No, just the opposite. I helped you to bury them."
I heard a word, thank you for a sigh, and nothing to say: "I will help you bring them to the Emperor's Mausoleum, and put on them a rare jade coat to protect the body for thousands of years. So, next time you go When they visit them, they can still see their loved ones." He told the location of the imperial mausoleum and how to enter it. This should have been told by the king and the national teacher, but they did not have time to go. If you do this, you will die and die. Thanks for being suspicious, said: "How do you know how to enter the Imperial Tombs?"
White smiles and smiles: "As long as it is about your Excellency Prince, I know everything."
Thank you for your pity: "You know a fart!"
He was not used to such a vulgar word when he spit out his mouth. White has no phase but seems to see through his thoughts again. He looks at him for a moment and sighs: "It doesn't matter. From now on, there will be nothing to bind you, no one will have extra expectations for you, not even Someone will know who you are. So, you can do everything you want to do."
After listening to this sentence, I feel a strange feeling in my heart.
What is this monster looking for?
court.
Yes. Although it sounds ridiculous, but the intuition of thankful tells him that this thing is to show him. Whether it is to bury his father and mother, or to comfort him, it is for this purpose.
He must be very, very happy, and be happy than any time he saw him. It seems that seeing such kind of pity makes him particularly pleasant and involuntarily soft and intimate. This kind of kindness makes Shimi feel a little bit grateful for a moment, but then, more, still disgusting.
Thank you for your cold voice: "You don't be too happy, don't think that I will let you stay in the world, wait for me to destroy Yongan, get ready for me to settle for you!"
White has no way to talk: "Welcome to the extreme, happy. Even if you want to kill me, I will be here waiting for you. When you can really kill me, you can go out." but--"
The smile under his mask seemed to converge, saying: "You, will you really destroy Yongan?"
Thanks: "What do you mean?"
White has no reason: "You can definitely do it now, why should you choose it specially after three days? Is it because the matter is coming, and hesitant?" If you have gone to the country to break the family, even the power of revenge is not Do I have to see another defeat of His Royal Highness?"
The word "failure" is extremely sloppy. Thanks to the sword, but he was picked up by a kick and stepped on the ground.
White has no idea how to win the black sword in his hand, only then the gentle and amiable tone is steep and scornful, saying: "Do you know what you are like now?"
Xie pity grabs the white boots on his chest, but no matter how hard he uses, he can't move without scoring. He is firmly slammed and can't turn over. White has no inclination to lean down and said: "You are like a child who is angry. You have no determination at all."
Thankful and angry: "Who said that I did not make up my mind?!"
White has no reason: "What are you doing now? Your curse? Your death, death? Your father, your soldier, your nationals, you are such a god, really poor! They were born before You can't protect them, you can't even revenge for them after they die! You waste!"
His foot was hard, and the sadness and sorrow of thankfulness spilled a few drops of blood on his face, which was pouring from his throat.
White has no swords, and the black jade-like sword points to the throat, and passes through the curse, awakening some memories.
He said: "Would you like me to help you review the taste of the sword?"
Excessive fear made Xie pity hold his breath, and he did not dare to move. After being scared of him, the white phase has once again become amiable.
He removed his boots and sat up with the thrill of the floor, and glared at his face and made him look in one direction: "Look, see. This is what you are now."
What he let the pity look at is the dilapidated image of God on the stage.
The prince was like a flower and a sword in his hand, and he was burned by the fire. He was chopped by the axe and was thrown up and fell on the ground. His body was black and incomplete, and he was terrible. It is indeed very similar to the self in the memory fragment of thanking the pity.
White has nothing to say: "Who are you like to be like this? Do you think it is me?"
The brain of thankfulness seems to have been forcibly washed once by him, and he has repeatedly poured in new things, becoming more and more confused and more and more skeptical. He even forgot his anger and confused him: "...what is your purpose? Why are you pestering me?"
White has no reason: "I said, I am here to teach you. The third thing I teach you is: If you can't save the people, then destroy the people. If you step on the feet, they will worship you. !"
He finished this sentence, and the head of the pity suddenly screamed and screamed.
It is those grievances!
Countless grievances screamed and cried in his mind, thanking him for having a headache and wishing to roll on the ground. White has no smile but laughed at the side, Wen Wen said: "They can't wait any longer. After three days, if you can't launch a human face disease, you can't give them cursed objects, their cursed objects will become you. You Know, what will you be like at that time?"
Thanks for feeling that the cold black sword was stuffed into his hand again, a voice in his ear: "You have no chance to look back!"
When the headache suddenly faded, Xie pity opened his hand and opened his eyes. In the ruined Prince Hall, he was alone. The other white man who was exactly the same as him disappeared.
I don't know how long it has passed, the night has already come, and the Prince's Hall is dark and dull. Thanks for the move, I realized one thing.
The three-day period has passed a day.
At this time, in the darkness of the Prince's Temple, there seems to be a touch of white.
The ghost made the difference, and the pity turned over the head. After seeing what the white color was, the pupil under the mask contracted.
He took the thing and said: "This... what is the flower?"
It was a bunch of fresh and weak white flowers, placed on the left hand of the incomplete black-eyed statue, which was extraordinarily white and snowy, and it was particularly bleak. It seems that this statue is to protect this bunch of small flowers, and it is full of scars.
Xie pity does not know why he saw this scene will be so angry, shouted: "Ghost, come out!"
Not long after, the black martial art of the Sabre really appeared. He still didn't talk, thanked him and said: "What is this flower? Who did it? You did?"
Anonymous slightly bowed his head, his eyes were condensed for a moment in the hands of Xie’s hands, which seemed to be suffocating. Finally, whispered: "Not me."
Thanks to the pity: "Who is this thing?!"
Anonymous said: "Why does His Royal Highness see this flower so irritating?"
Thanks to the deeper face, throwing the flower on the ground, said: "...this kind of mischief is disgusting."
Nameless but said: "Why does His Royal Highness think it is a prank? Maybe here, there are really believers of His Royal Highness who are offering you."