Vol 2 Chapter 261: Festival

What surprised him was that when he talked about the witch, there was an incredible feeling in his heart. Huang Quan knew that it was a love. Vaguely, Huang Quan’s image appeared in the eyes of a woman, as dreamy and unpredictable.
However, this feeling disappeared in a flash, and the woman's illusion was shattered.
He regained his sin and coldness. He knew that Huang Quan was peeping at it. He didn’t care about it. His voice was cold. "Yellow, now, I will help you restore the power of the terracotta warriors. I hope that you can keep your promise! The glory of the ancient millennium!"
Huang Quan’s mouth twitched a trace of curvature.
Yes, I’m an adult...

In an instant, the purple brilliance shines from the body of Huang Quan. The next moment, the curse on the high platform shines brightly. A purple ripple spreads around the high platform. The next moment, there is a tremor under the high platform, hundreds of terracotta warriors. From the ground, it is uniform, and the scorpion scorpion lacquered dark enamel illuminates purple fluorescence.
Hey!
For a moment, the deadly terracotta warriors and horses are all resurrected, and the violent breath is raging!
Within the palace, the resurrection of the scorpion, successfully awakened all the terracotta warriors and horses, and suddenly, the surging power came in, causing the Huangquan figure on the high platform to tremble. He felt that the power belonged to the spiritual power five hundred years ago. The incredible power!
"Is this spiritual power?" Huang Quan muttered to himself.
魍魉 Talk at this time. "Yes, when Tao Tao merged some spiritual power into these terracotta warriors, because the seal was up, it has been preserved until now. Although it is only a little, it is enough to deal with the current ninja."
"椿陶? Is that witch who the adult said?"
Huang Quan gave a slight glimpse of the woman who had a relationship with the sixteen nights.
"It's her..." The voice was faint, and it seemed to remind me of the previous things. Even a touch of Huang Quan felt it.
"It’s a pity that everything has changed. After five hundred years, I’m finally stunned...

"is it?"
Huang Quan was a little surprised. He knew that there must be something between the 魍魉 and the 椿 Tao, love? Just kidding, witches and demons, this kind of thing is simply a slippery world. However, this thought is just a fleeting moment. Huang Quan does not want to offend the ancient demon in the body.
After all, the shackles of the heart slammed down, and even he himself was a bit strange. Why did he show such a feeling in front of this human being? Perhaps there was nothing in the heart that could pin their inner feelings for a long time.
Think about it this way, and comfort yourself.
For a while, he said: "Huang Quan, these terracotta warriors and horses will be handed over to you, help me to level this world and create a new world!"
"Yes, adults."
The corner of Huangquan’s mouth swells a little, and I will definitely change the world completely...
The night is still the same, the slight breeze blows away the smog of the sky, and the asters sit on the tatami, and the moonlight of the water reflects the elegant appearance into a jade color.
Since she was awakened by the nightmare, Aster did not fall asleep again. At this time, she was still looking and did not see any emotional changes. However, under the calm appearance, there are fears and worries. The scenes in the dream are vivid, the huge purple demon, the clumping tentacles, the magma river rolling down, the sharp whistling, the power of screaming...
"Hey? Why..."
Asters tightened the hands under the wide sleeves, and she suddenly hated herself. "Why are you tired of others, once again, is this my fate?"
I remembered the white figure that descended from the sky, the purple thunder and lightning, breaking through the heavy obstacles, and easily cutting off the tentacles of the cockroaches, but it was still submerged in the endless torrent. At this time, the ear of the purple garden could hear the sharp whistling.
It was really terrible. Aster forced himself not to think about it, but he still couldn’t get rid of the last scene, like a nick, and it was indelible.
Shion is born with the ability to predict that every time he is about to encounter danger, he will see various scenes, which is the scene of the tragic death of the people around her.
Aster knows that prophecy is a kind of ban on protecting oneself, sacrificing the lives of others in exchange for their own peace, similar to transplanting flowers, and marrying their own operations to others, thus avoiding all kinds of disasters.
Asters once heard that Maitreya had said that her power was inherited for sixteen nights. This kind of ban was originally a 16-night talent, and she returned to her after five hundred years. However, compared to the sixteen nights, Asa's ability has some limitations, only when he hears the bell ringing, he will predict what will happen in the future.
Speaking of the bell, I have to mention the 16-night instrumental fragment, 16 dead, the instrument is broken, and her descendants collect the fragments of the instrument. After five hundred years of history, I went to the Ziyuan hand. At that time, there was only one bell left in the fragment of the instrument. But don't underestimate the bell, it has incredible power, and this bell is the most important part of the sixteen nights.
The sixteen-night instrument called the town soul bell, which is a tower-shaped implement composed of thirty-six bells. The 16th night of that year was suppressed by the town soul bell. This bell was originally the top of the town's soul bell, maintaining all the sources of power of the town's soul bell, almost the same as the soul of the existence.
The silver bell hangs on the chest of the asters, but it is a very good ornament, although usually the bell will not ring at all. However, this is also in the heart of the asters, because every time the bell remembers, it indicates that a person will die because of her.
Because of this, Aster gave the bell a name, the dementor bell, although some of the creepy taste, but Shion is very fond of, she thinks this is more appropriate.
Asa is sitting on the tatami like this ~EbookFREE.me~ eyes are awkward, it seems to be missing, it seems to be in the embarrassment.
"After this time, everything will end, my destiny, the fate of the ghost country witch, will end in my hand, mother, adult, I hope you will also see this ending, fate attached to us It’s time for the shackles to break..."
The breeze blows the tassels, and the thin gauze lingers under the brilliance of the moonlight, silver, cold, and the night remains.
Outside the house, a group of guards guarded the asters. They have spent the past few years. After all, asters are the weight of a country, and her life is more important than anything else.
The guards are tired, do not rest, just stand like this, the surrounding candlelights are constantly flashing, under the light of the lights, the guards look into the distance, looking forward to the rise of the sun tomorrow.

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