Chapter 1252: Lord Qin

"Uncle Jin..."
　　 Han Bugui's eyes opened instantly.
　　 Unspeakable anger swept through at this moment and drowned her. She wanted to yell, she wanted to yell, but she opened her mouth and found that she couldn't make a sound.
　　 The space around it seemed to freeze instantly.
　　 The screen freezes.
　　 The blood spurting from Jin Zhiyi's neck freezes.
　　 The horror and sadness on Jin Chuanbao's face also freeze.
　　 This kind of freeze frame, which is generally stagnant in time and space, is also effective within a radius of 30 meters.
　　 The people outside this area are clearly walking back and forth, but they seem to be unaware of what is happening here, with normal expressions and smiling faces coming and going.
　　 The elegant young man killed someone, as if he flew a mosquito, smiled at Han Bugui.
"who are you?"
　　 The next moment, Han Bugui said angrily.
　　 She can talk again.
　　 "Wrong answer."
　　 The elegant young man smiled faintly.
　　 There was a big fear in Han Bugui’s heart, and he quickly said, "Don’t..."
　　 But the next moment—
　　嘭.
　　 The position below the waist of the young Jin Chuanbao exploded directly and turned into a basin of blood...
"I'll take you."
　　 Han Buhui gritted his teeth.
"correct answer."
　　 The elegant young man smiled, and made a gesture very gracefully, with a bright smile and beautiful white teeth, and said, "Lead the way."
　　 Then Han Buhui discovered that his body could move.
　　 The bodies of Jin Zhiyi and Jin Chuanbao are still in that state of solidification.
　　 Han Bugui took a deep breath.
　　 She has deeply realized the cruelty of this elegant young man. If there is any delay or rebellion, I am afraid that more innocent people will suffer.
"follow me."
　　 Han Buhui walked in the direction of the Temple Mountain.
"Oh?"
　　 The elegant young man said faintly: "Sure enough, is it retreat on the Temple Mountain?"
　　He unhurriedly followed Han Buhui.
　　 Along the way, people kept saying hello to Han Bugui.
　　 The little girl is obviously very popular in Yunmeng City.
　　 The elegant young man and Han Buhui walked side by side, and would actively greet passers-by, very enthusiastic, making him look like a good friend of Han Buhui.
　　 "No regrets, go to the Temple Mount again?"
　　 "Who is this young man? Are you a friend? He looks like a handsome guy..."
　　 "No regrets, your aunt will make your favorite secret bacon tomorrow, remember to bring your mother to eat."
　　Han Bugui responded with a smile on his face.
　　 The elegant young man smiled and said, "It's really enthusiastic neighbours, I haven't had this experience for a long time... This kind of feeling is nostalgic."
"who are you?"
　　 Han Buhui couldn't help but ask.
　　 The elegant young man smiled and said, "You will know soon."
　　He and her walked side by side, talking and laughing, falling in the eyes of others, like a long-lost friend, or even a close lover, without any hostile atmosphere.
　　 There is no clue to being less.
　　Han Buhui's slow walk.
　　 The elegant young people are not urged.
　　 He occasionally sighed the beauty of the summer scenery of Yunmeng City. He occasionally not only caught the white seabirds flying in the sky, but occasionally said casual words with Han Buhui, and even asked her brother Han to live up to some of his past deeds.
　　 Finally, I arrived at the foot of the Temple Mountain.
　　 The temple of the Lord of the Swords has shrunk to the Temple Mountain, and Pope Ye Weiyang is sitting on this mountain now because of the heavily guarded.
　　 "It turned out to be Girl Han, who are these people?"
At the entrance of the mountain road, four young priestesses stopped the way.
　　 "Sister Yan, these are my friends and comrades-in-arms of my elder brother. They wanted to go to the cemetery on the mountain to worship my brother, so I brought them here."
　　 Han Buhui quickly explained.
　　 "Oh, let's do it, it's hard for you to go up."
The priestess headed by 　　 nodded and waved to let it go.
　　 Han Buhui took the elegant young man and the others, followed the mountain road, slowly climbing up the steps.
　　The mountain view is very beautiful.
　　 The air in the mountains is also very fresh.
　　 The elegant young man is like a tourist in the mountains, walking and stopping, not in a hurry at all.
　　 Han Buhui is also happy to see this.
　　 "Actually...your brother's tomb is not on the Temple Mount, right?"
　　 The elegant young man suddenly smiled and asked.
Han Buhui’s expression remained unchanged, and said,
Why do you ask? Everyone in the city knows that my brother’s cemetery and monument are on the Temple Hill. It was built here by Master Lin Beichen to commemorate the imperial soldiers who died in battle. Collective cemetery."
　　 The elegant young man smiled, and said, "Suddenly I don't want to kill you, but I am brave at a young age."
　　 Han Buhui did not speak, lowered his head, and continued to walk up.
　　 Can she not be afraid?
　　 She is afraid.
　　 But she didn't want to embarrass her brother.
　　 Coming this way, no clergyman was patrolling on the mountain road.
　　 A group of people came to the square on the top of the mountain.
　　 the fragrance of birds and flowers, the greenery.
After re-renovation, the area of ​​the Temple Hill Square has been expanded by more than five times. The statues of the Lord of Swords that originally stood on the square have been demolished, and some fountains, rockeries and other scenic spots have been built, reducing the sacredness of the temple. Solemn, with more ordinary breath of life.
　　 At this time on weekdays, there should be many believers and clergy in the square.
　　 Today is empty.
　　 A figure wearing a moon-white robe, standing in the center of the square, holding a Yuehua staff, quietly watching Han Buhui and the others, it seemed that he had been waiting for a long time.
　　 "Under the crown of the Pope."
　　 Han Buhui salutes immediately.
When 　　 bends down, place the hand in front of him and make a gesture.
　　 Ye Weiyang is like never seen.
　　 Her face is still sweet and pure, her long hair of various colors hangs down almost to the position of the back calf, the slender waist, slender and shiny legs, and the moon-white papal robe make her tall and charming.
　　 "Your Excellency, which one of the gods and the devil is in the army?"
　　 Ye Weiyang said, his voice was cold and crisp with a majesty that people couldn't help but want to surrender.
"what?"
The young and elegant young man looked at Ye Weiyang's body carefully, and there was a bright light in his eyes, and said: "Interesting, really interesting. I didn't expect to encounter a congenital divine body here. This is extremely rare. Physique."
Ye Weiyang held it anyway, slowly stepped forward, and said: "Your Excellency is a noble demon, why bother with the little girl. Today, I visited the Temple Mountain. I must have some advice. Why don't you let Han Buhui first? "
　　 The elegant young man's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and he smiles and says: "I'm going to care about her, how are you doing?"
　　 reached out his hand casually.
　　Five fingers clasped Han Buhui's head.
　　 With a little effort, this girl can disappear from the world forever.
　　 Ye Weiyang frowned, but couldn't make a move.
　　 But more importantly, she couldn't see through the depth of this young man.
　　 "Hehe, kidding."
　　 The elegant young man suddenly smiled and pushed Han Buhui to Ye Weiyang.
　　 "Although you lied to me, even though you gave the little priest with the surname Yan a hint at the entrance of the mountain gate...but I don't want to kill you yet."
He smiled at Han Buhui who was still in shock, and said: "You brought me here because you want Qin Lianshen and Lin Beichen to join forces to kill me, right? It's a pity that you will be disappointed. Today, I will Let you watch these two people die in front of you with your own eyes...not yet come out."
　　 said, he backhand pressed into the void on the right side.
　　 The air immediately sank into a huge palm print.
　　 The ripples flickered.
　　 The priest Qin slowly walked out of the ripples in the space.
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Goodnight everybody