Chapter 205: Kill god

Sometimes, lies that are too sweet are easy to sink.
Among the capitals, Anfu.
Anshi slowly leaned up, her face was pale, her face was slightly swollen, and her eyes could not even be seen. She knelt in front of An Yipei in a purple coat, her back was straight, but her face was stubborn. .
"Master, you must go home with Frost."
She suddenly woke up when An Qingyu said to her the words "Soul of the Soul".
She is going to Wutan Temple, to find the Master Dust, to solve the thirteen-year-old calamity.
An's is indeed not a qualified Mrs. Yu Shi, but she is a good mother. For An Rushuang and An Qingyu, in this world, the most irreplaceable person.
Human is weak, but mother is just.
An Yipei didn't stop her from going, but the road was long and the mountain was long. How could he not worry? !!
But she seemed to be totally unaware of his anxiety, so coerced him, An Yipei sighed heavily, and already did not know what to say.
"Let her go!"
Just then, there was an old sigh outside the house.
An Yipei quickly looked up and called out, "Mother."
An's still kneeling, her head drooping like a sculpture.
The old sigh resounded beside her: "I'll give you a month, and when you go, this house, the wife will take care of you."
Anshi raised her head suddenly, her eyes were full of tears, she knelt down slowly and said, "Thank you mother."
An's carriage slowly left Shengdu, while a fast horse passed the carriage.
"Great victory! Great victory! Great victory!"
Yandi is close to the desert, and the area is also dangerous. It is under the jurisdiction of Meng Gong. Three months ago, the Yi tribe attacked Bianguan Lingcheng, and the three sons of Meng Gong took charge of it. However, in March, the tumor of this border was directly cleared!
I don't know how many yellow sands have been dyed red, and everyone doesn't know what his name is, but his name is very loud, killing God, Meng Gui!
Such words came to Shengdu, and the benefits of rumors could kill people. After you, Mr. Storytellers, and the alleys of the alleys, this Meng Gui has really become a general who can stop children crying.
It is rumored that he has a size of nine feet, which is horizontal, and more than six feet. He is as angry as a child's fist. His face is always dark. He eats ten pounds of meat and ten pounds of spirits at each meal. !!
Shengsheng described Meng Li as a yaksha ghost with a human face. He said that the yaksha ghost was better than the legendary Meng Gong's third son.
However, the emperor would not care about these rumors. After all, the rumors looked like tigers and could not be blocked, so he let him go, but just called the hero to Beijing to receive the reward.
When Meng Li entered Beijing, the carriage carrying An Rushuang also arrived at Wutan Temple.
Although the news is not difficult to find, in the desert, An Rushuang and the two came to Lingcheng after saying goodbye to them. Lingcheng is now celebrating, and their heroes are rushing to tell them that they are receiving rewards in Shengdu!
An Rushuang watched the barren city slowly sighing—she never asked Yun Ran any information, but listening to what they said was killing God, it should be Yun Ran.
While in Lingcheng, there was a sudden sadness in her heart.
No wonder, Yun Ran did not respond to anything she said would affect Nan Qi, because he was Nan Qi's general. This time, Nan Qi was the one who wanted to counter it.
An Rushuang's heart sank abruptly, and she did not find the joy of the alliance at all. Although she also wanted to kill the emperor, it was only the future emperor.
Moreover, what she wanted to kill was just an emperor, but Yun Ran was different. He had military power in his hands, and since he could have caused a lot of turmoil in Nan Qi, he would lose and countless people who would be tired would be buried with him.
She can't let this happen, and it will always make Yun Ran pay for it.
However, before that, she had to figure out a way to fill her belly first.
In Yue and Zhuo Chen's house, she had cultivated for ten days before she could stand up and walk, but she was extremely disappointed that she could not go back to her body one day. Although this body would bleed and hurt, but She didn't know whether she was true or not.
In the end, she decided to leave that oasis and gave her a little copper, not generous, but it was enough for her not to be hungry for a few days.
Yue's original saying was this: "Originally we could get a hundred or two silver, but because Achen saved you ... We have nothing now, but you also taught me a lot of things that can be used, I like this ant very tightly, these, as a thank you, please take it. "
Alas, I'm so sorry I didn't die.
However, she did not expect that she was worth a hundred or two silver. When she was not silver, she always felt that this thing was so precious.
An Rushuang took these copper plates, holding Bai Shuang, and walked a little carelessly on the road, watching the snacks on the streets on both sides, not knowing which one she could afford.
Fortunately, at this time, Yingfei Cao was growing. If it was winter, she could not afford the hoarfrost.
Looking at the small shop around, An Rushuang suddenly ran over to a child wearing a gray gown and soaring into the sky, and the child hit her heavily, An Rushuang frowned and leaned on Bai Shuang, I can't help but feel faint pain.
After a short while, she only eased a little bit, and didn't want to go anymore, so she went directly to a tea house and tied in the hoarfrost. Xiao Er saw the horse, her eyes were bright, and she continued: "This What does the hero want to eat? "
It is indeed a sturdy mausoleum, but the names are very different.
An Rushuang thought, saying: "A steamed bun, a dish of vegetables." She pointed to a dish of cold vegetables on the table next to her.
That little second said: "Oh! Come on, heroes, come here!"
An Rushuang looked around for a while. The room was not large. A separate chair was placed in the middle of the house, which looked a bit abrupt.
Someone was already begging beside him: "Why can't the old grandson come?"
"Let's not come again, but we're leaving!"
An Rushuang'an listened quietly, seeing everyone's eyes turned to that chair, and she also had a little expectation for this old grandson.
The little second heard the chaos outside and hurried out to appease: "Everyone, rest assured, the old grandson is here, this is here!"
Talking, looking out.
A timely voice came from outside: "Come here!"
A seven- or eight-year-old boy with a soaring sky, rushed in first, and shouted, "Grandpa, hurry up!"
An Rushuang looked familiar to him, and after a little thought, she remembered that this was the child who had hit her on the street.
"Mo panic, here it is."
Immediately afterwards, a crutch slowly came in, and an old man turned his eyes pale and slowly walked in.