Chapter 1084: Xu Yourong's question

The King of Linghai and the Taoist Taoist do not know when they came to the two ends of the square.
The knights who had just started to charge stopped their mounts, and the fanatical believers were crying a moment ago. At this time, Anhua had been led back to the distance, and looked back from time to time. He was still in the middle of the fighting field, expression. Some are uneasy.
In addition to dark willows and falling star stones, the atmosphere of mountains and rivers and the sky outside the seal has also appeared in the palace.
Under the sudden suppression of the Great Palace, Wu Daozi lost his last chance to fight back.
A short knife stabbed him into the lower abdomen. If he had better eyesight, he should still be able to see the knife turning halfway around his belly.
Wu Daozi made a terrible cry, and the paintbrush in his hand and the paint tray hidden in his sleeve fell, smashing on the bluestone board.
Hu Thirty-two drew his short knife and dropped it into Wu Daozi's other intact foot, which was fast, stable, and accurate.
When doing these things, his expression was calm, or very focused, as if he had forgotten everything outside him.
Wu Daozi screamed again, fell to the ground, and could no longer get up.
Blood was pouring from his body, and the picture looked abnormally and cruel.
As a painting saint, Wu Daozi naturally has something beyond ordinary people. Even if he began to practice later and lived for thousands of years, the realm has already reached an unfathomable level. Even if he is suppressed by the Great Palace, it will not be so fast. Stop the fight.
But this matter should not be tolerated, and after they leave later, they cannot leave the other party with any possibility of counterattack, so Chen Changsheng can only use this fighting method to use the most perverted knife of household thirty-two.
Dark Willow left the ground and returned to the king of Linghai. The falling star shone a few lights and returned to the scabbard.
"You won't die, so don't worry."
Chen Changsheng relieved the golden needle to pierce Wu Daozi's several vital qi, to stop bleeding in his abdomen.
Wu Daozi looked pale, with unstoppable anger and absurd emotions, and shouted loudly: "You dare to hurt me!"
Chen Changsheng took three different pills from his sleeve and fed them into his mouth without answering him.
Wu Daozi said sharply, "This is what Master Wang means!"
Chen Changsheng still ignored him, confirming that the injury on his foot should be harmless.
Wu Daozi felt more and more painful in his wounds, and he was extremely angry, watching him scold loudly, and more and more swear words.
Chen Changsheng glanced at him, his eyes calm and bright.
Hu Thirty-two asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, do you want to make up another knife?"
Wu Daozi suddenly felt that his abdomen was twisted with a knife, and he was so terrified that he closed his mouth subconsciously.
An Hua came to the room.
Chen Changsheng said: "I will give him to you."
An Hua already knew the identity of the gray-robed old man, a little nervous, but nodded.
Chen Changsheng nodded and said: "Later, the palace will become empty, if someone comes..."
An Hua's voice trembled: "I will kill him."
Chen Changsheng looked at her and said calmly and seriously: "I mean, no matter who comes."
This sentence refers to the middle-aged scholar.
When it comes to status in the minds of the people, or prestige, even if he has been raised for many years, he is still far inferior to each other.
Only people like An Hua will ignore the existence of the other because of him.
"No matter who comes, I will kill him."
Anhua answered quickly this time, and his voice calmed down and no longer trembled, and he seemed very firm.
Linghai King and Siyuan Taoist gave her a very admirable glance, and the former taught a trick.
"Remember to cut off your head, this will ensure killing."
Listening to this, Anhua calmed down a little bit silly.
In the end, Hu Thirty-two put his short knife into her hand and smiled and said, "My knife is faster."
The hoof sounded again, the smoke and dust fell again, and the palace quickly became deserted.
Those ordinary followers were outside, only Wu Daozi in the pool of blood and An Hua holding clasps in his hands.
The cavalry of the two thousand nations drove out of the palace along the Shinto road, and I do not know how much shock will be caused.
All the bishops and deacons, including the King of Linghai, Siyuan Taoist and Hu 32, also left.
No one noticed that the disciples of Lishanjianzong, such as Gou Hanshi in Xuanwen Temple, also left, and Archbishop Zongsi left.
There was no one in the palace, because there was no one outside the palace because of the movement of the Tianshuling.
But those candidates who took part in the dynasty examination did not know this at all, nor did the bishops who presided over the dynasty examination in Aoba World.
If someone has analyzed it, you may find that most of the priests still in the Aoba world belong to the old school of state religion.
Of course, the Education Hub was originally the concentration of the old school of state religion, and it is a matter of course that the Education Hub is responsible for the dynasty test.
In advance, no one can object to the decision of the Pope.
The girl in black picked up the pot of green leaves and walked outside the hall of Qingxian.
Most of the education center was taken away by her.
Her expression is very indifferent, because in her view, this is just an ordinary little thing.
Today, she still has a lot to do.
For example, revenge on the middle-aged scholar.
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That middle-aged scholar is naturally Wang's policy.
How to describe him?
No adjective is worthy of this person.
He is a real legend.
He has an unimaginable position in the history of the human race, except that he has never been an emperor. Even now, he is still the most trusted commander and closest partner of the demon clan. At the same time, he is also the strongest fear and most admired demon prince in the snow old city.
Looking at Wang Zhice, Xu Yourong suddenly laughed.
She knew very well that although they were all old people in the Taizong era, Wang Zhice's relationship with Shangxing Zhou was not good.
In Taizong's later years, their relationship was even more vague and dangerous.
Just like Wu Daozi who was in the palace at this time, what he feared most in the world was the old devil, and the second fear was the merchant boat.
Or it should be said Ji Tao.
The portraits on the Lingyan Pavilion were all painted by Wu Daozi.
But most of the people in the portrait were killed by Ji Dao.
Time cannot completely eliminate hostility and fear. Even for hundreds of years, they clearly should be the opposite. Why did they join hands today?
Xu Yourong didn't ask because she knew the answer.
But it is the overall situation, the world, the Demon Race, the Northern Expedition.
Suddenly she thought, what would you do if she was alive?
The lady will probably sigh with mocking and contempt: man...
Thinking of that picture, Xu Yourong's smile became even brighter.
Wang Zhice asked: "Why is the saint laughing?"
Xu Yourong narrowed his smile and said lightly: "Because I suddenly discovered a possibility."
Wang Zhice said mildly: "Please say."
"You always don't show up when you should show up, but you jump out when you shouldn't show up."
Xu Yourong looked at him calmly and asked, "Sir, are you old and confused?"
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