Chapter 122 Shang Jian Wine gently caresses the girl: Pray to me
"Bang!"
With a crisp sound, Xiao Qian threw the teacup in his hand.
Perhaps knowing that the alliance negotiation was completely out of the blue, he stood up with a calm face and snatched the sword of the Imperial Guards and fought with the other soldiers who rushed in.
Xiao Baojing held the bag in one hand and Yue Niang's sleeve in the other, and looked anxiously at the hall to fight.
Xiao Qian looks gentle and honest, but he didn't expect to be quite capable of fighting!
No wonder when he was Wangyuan, he dared to fight the red wedding dress alone!
An imperial guard flew backwards in a mess and knocked over the food case in front of her.
Xiao Baojing quickly picked up the sword that fell to the ground and stood nervously in front of him.
She reminded: "Brother Xiao, first capture the king!"
Even though Xiao Qian can fight, he can't beat four hands with two fists, not to mention that this is Gu Song's territory. If time goes on for a long time, it will only be detrimental to them. You still have to grab Gu Zhengliang and use him to threaten Gu Song's army. They returned to Southern Tang.
Xiao Qian understood, and the sharp sword light swept away the several imperial guards blocking the front, and rushed to the imperial stairs in three or two steps. However, dozens of guards wearing heavy armor and shields suddenly emerged in front of Gu Zhenliang. He protected him tightly behind him!
"Hehe!" Gu Zhenliang poked out a head proudly, and the six beads on his forehead were shaking around. His lips, which had not had time to wipe after eating the pork, were shiny, "Come and beat me, come and beat me. I! Can't fight, right? Hehe! ”
Xiao Baojing gritted his teeth when he saw it.
This man really deserves a beating!
"I am now, but this!"
Gu Zhenliang raised a fist high and slowly raised a thumb.
He sat on the tallest dragon chaise in the hall, his hands were raised very high, and everyone in the hall could clearly see his thumb-
Xiao Baojing realized that his right hand was originally incomplete, and he lacked a thumb. Now his thumb is carved from gold. I don’t know what method I used to firmly inlay it on his palm.
The thumb is shining with golden light, reflecting golden light at the highest point, almost shaking the eyes of the flowery people!
Gu Zhenliang was majestic: "I am the emperor and the boss, and you--"
He slowly turned his fist backwards.
Thumb downward.
He looked up and said, "You are all this!"
Xiao Baojing: This man is so mean!
She really wants to kill this person!
Seeing a group of archers coming out around him, Xiao Baojing knew that it would be difficult for her and Xiao Qian to escape.
She had no choice but to look at Shang Jianjiu.
The boy transformed into a demon was still holding his hands, looking calm and composed.
Arrows fall like rain.
Xiao Qian danced his long sword like a silver-white pear blossom, but gritted his teeth and refused to escape: "Gu Zhenliang, do you think that if I die here, you can unify the two dynasties and rest assured from now on?! What emperor, what Boss, the two dynasties are one. If the Southern Tang Dynasty cannot be preserved, I am afraid that Gu Song will also be buried with you! ”
A feather arrow shot his thigh.
He groaned, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
Xiao Baojing held the long sword, and for a moment he seemed to possess him as if Zhang Fei was possessed, and rushed forward bravely: "Damn Gu Zhengliang! Brother Xiao, I'll help you!"
She used her strength to cut an imperial guard from behind. Seeing that she was about to be stabbed by another imperial guard, the young man kneeling on the side of the hall suddenly moved his fingertips.
The red silk thread loomed.
It led Xiao Baojing to turn around and bend his waist, and when he looked back, he pierced the heart of the Imperial Guard with a sword!
No fancy moves.
Xiao Baojing's sword is like a dragon, with fierce and neat moves.
The blood beads dyed the girl's white dress dark red, like peach blossoms blooming on the clear water surface.
The black hair fell softly behind the waist.
She sideways away from a whistling feather arrow and glances at Shang Bingjiu in a complicated way.
The boy was kneeling in a lazy and casual manner, and his sharp fingertips slowly tweaked the red silk thread, just like a musician playing his favorite music, while she stepped on his tune and attacked and killed, as if she was dancing on the blade.
"Be careful!"
Xiao Qian sternly said. A long sword was wrapped in murderous intent and rushed towards her face!
Xiao Baojing leaned back, and his slender waist, controlled by the red silk thread, was flexible but powerful.
The long knife swept against the tip of her nose.
Xiao Baojing jumped up in a posture that ordinary people could not do, and turned his body and cut off the head of the imperial guard!
The red silk thread in the body broke inch by inch.
She fell to the ground overwhelmed, almost knocking over the food case in front of Shang Bingjiu.
The long sword in her hand slid out, and she subconsciously grabbed Shang Jianjiu's sleeve: "Selling merchant!"
Gu Zhenliang said that the seller was poisoned, but she looked at him with no sign of poisoning!
He is so powerful that he can even swallow the dragon vein and Wenyun. How could he be defeated by the small cartilage?
Shang Jianjiu gently caresses the girl's hair: "Pray to me."
Xiao Baojing was stunned: "How to... pray?"
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
The green Taoist robe and the pear-white skirt intersect each other layer by layer, as if they are entangled forever.
Shang Bingjiu was tall and slowly lowered her head, and a few strands of hair like ink fell on Xiao Baojing's face.
The four eyes are opposite, the fox's eyes are clear and beautiful, and the evil and affectionate.
He paused word by word: "Pray to the gods, pray for blessings and eliminate disasters."
Xiao Baojing looked up at him.
The young man was wearing a robe with a noble and compassionate posture, which almost overlapped with the broken statue of the god in the Jile Temple.
What Xiao Qian said in the Pure Land Temple in Rongcheng suddenly appeared in Xiao Baojing's mind:
——I heard that these things were worshipped by the cherry tree spirit. However, the evil god had already escaped into the void land north of the Great Wall of Demons in the previous dynasty. I wonder why she still prayed to him? What is the thing you are looking for?
The peddler...
He is a great demon who transformed into countless clones, and an evil god worshipped in the Pure Land Temple in the previous dynasty...
Most people in the world are flesh and bones, and they are unable to resist natural disasters and man-made disasters.
In despair, they place their hopes on the gods and desire to get a glimmer of hope in desperate situations by offering prayers to the gods.
Even the so-called god is just an evil god in the demon world.
The sound of fighting in the hall was heard one after another.
Xiao Qian fought against a hundred with one sword, and his sword was like a rainbow.
Gu Zhenliang hid behind countless thick shields and poked his head out, making a greedy and strange laugh from time to time.
His first wife was lying on the side of the hall, with her white hair and dry bones, and her life spanked by him at all times.
The warm blood beads splattered on Xiao Baojing's face.
She stared at Shang Bingjiu's amber fox eyes directly above, and after a long time, she whispered: "Can the evil god hear my voice?"
Shang Bingjiu's eyes moved downward and fell on her bright red lips.
The slender and slender eyelashes were reflected in his pupils, and they were densely divided, like the indescribable desires hidden in the deep amber sea.
He bent his red lips: "The evil god has been listening to your voice."
Xiao Baojing raised his face and stared at the young man's charming and clear face.
After a long time, she closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly kissed his thin lips.
"Is the evil god satisfied with my offering?"
The girl whispered softly, with a tremolo.
(This chapter ends)