Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 401 Can That Be the Same?
For this kind of thing, as long as he is a little more cowardly and takes a half step back, what awaits him will be an endless abyss.

Once a small gap is torn out of the closed circle, he no longer has any reason to resist, and they will tear the hole along this gap.

That hole will only be torn apart and become bigger and bigger, and finally become a gully that cannot be closed at all.

And he will be cut off by them, and his bones will be broken, and he will be turned into a lifeless puppet in the hands of others, who only knows to drown in the tender land.

After all, what they wanted at that time was nothing more than his blood of the Heavenly Family.

Fortunately, when he was young, he had already seen through the doomed tragedy of Yuan Qing and Mo Jingyao, and he had no feeling for such mundane desires in his heart, and his body was strong, so he forcibly endured those medicines and poisons with his thoughts and means. .

Otherwise, even if he didn't die, he would have to go crazy on the spot.

Mo Junli trembled his eyelashes, took a deep breath, and the faint but pleasant smell of grass and trees on the little girl's clothes penetrated into his seven orifices, which made his slightly demented mind suddenly sober.

He discovered a long time ago that the smell of the little national teacher is different from others, sweet and greasy without any powder, some are like the pot of fresh green that is often brewed on the top of Mengsheng Building, and some are like green bamboo after the morning rain, clean And refreshing.

"At that time, there were several times when I thought I would be driven crazy by them." The young man squeezed out a series of words, "Even when I think about it now, I still feel extremely bored."

"Then don't think about it." Mu Xici raised his hand and patted the top of his hair, "I also feel uncomfortable when I hear it."

Back then he sounded like a bird that had been forcibly caged.

He is clearly a goshawk that can only gallop in the sky and soar wantonly, but his wings were broken off, his claws were pulled out, his beak was smoothed, and he was forced into an unsuitable golden cage inlaid with jewels and patterns.

It hurts to think about it.

"It's okay, Ah Ci, anyway, none of them escaped in the previous life." Mo Junli put his forehead against the little girl's shoulder, and sneered, "I will return to Fuli for the second time, and hold it firmly After entering the court, kill them all."

Mu Xici was slightly surprised upon hearing this: "Didn't one stay?"

"Well, if one of them is not kept, half of the court will be killed." The young man nodded slightly, "It's just a prostitute, but they dare to send Laoshizi's young child... can you think of it?" What kind of good man can an old thing come from this way?"

"Basically, one check is all right. It didn't take much effort for me to collect a lot of criminal evidence. If I randomly took a piece and threw it out, it would be enough to sentence them to be executed."

"Especially that Lu Jinghong... his courage is really shocking. Except for such a thing, Lu Shi doesn't know whether the ancestral grave is emitting green or black smoke."

"What did he do?" Master Mu blinked in response, "Sounds more exaggerated than Mo Shuyuan?"

"Hey! Raising private soldiers, opening brothels|gambling|gambling workshops, distributing high|interest|interest|loans to repay the military pay of the Mexican state treasury..." Mo Junli gritted his teeth, "Anything you can think of is enough to sentence him to death by Ling Chi and ransack his home into exile. Almost all done."

"Oh yes, he still carried that Jingshu princess Yuan Lingwei behind his back, raised a few outhouses, and gave birth to three or five sons alone."

"Then he is quite comfortable being a son-in-law." Mu Xici's eyes twitched slightly, and at the same time she suddenly thought of a question, "Wait... let's put it this way."

"If those old ministers really helped Lu Jinghong to the top and helped Li Yuan's family, wouldn't they just change their surname to Lu?"

"That's what you said." The boy let go and nodded vigorously, with a slightly exaggerated expression, "A Ci, do you know how many private soldiers he has raised?"

"A total of [-]!" He said and pointed out three fingers, "A civil servant raised by a scholarly family has the ability to support [-] private soldiers in private!"

"Although he has no experience in marching and fighting, and those soldiers and horses have also been raised by him as waste |, but after all, they are all [-] soldiers and horses-this is more than the Forbidden Army of Fuli Imperial City!"

There are slightly fewer soldiers and horses in Fuli than in Ganping. There are about [-] imperial troops in the imperial city, but Fuli's treasury is more abundant than Qianping's——

The two countries are really going to fight, and no one can please. So up to now, there has been no major friction between Qianping and Fuli.

only--

The little girl was silent for a moment while thinking about it, and then she covered her face sadly: "You have the nerve to yell at [-] private soldiers... I remember you have [-] in your hand."

"That's different." A moment of embarrassment flashed across Mo Junli's face, "The [-] I raised... the [-] old man I raised knew about it. Strictly speaking, they are not called private soldiers, but they should be called 'secret soldiers. The power of hoarding'."

"Lu Jinghong's [-] soldiers were really raised in secret...these two should not be confused." The young man was serious and eloquent, "Besides, the [-] soldiers under my command are all elite!"

"Yes, yes, it's different," Mu Xici smiled with crooked eyes, followed his words, and praised him, "The ones raised by Lu Jinghong are all crooked melons and dates, and the ones raised by Ah Yan are all Take one as ten elite soldiers and strong generals."

She felt it clearly when she held his head just now, and for a few moments, he was so uncomfortable that he was about to cry.

But he was too uncomfortable, uncomfortable and wronged, until the end of the wronged, he closed his eyes and forced himself to speak without thinking, and he couldn't even cry.

Just like when she saw his nightmare before, she was obviously very sad and her eyes were red, but she couldn't cry no matter what.

Broken and fragile.

"That's necessary!" Mo Junli looked up at her with a smile, and the little girl lowered her eyebrows to see the light in his eyes, and her hanging heart was finally put back in her stomach.

So she also let go, and then pulled the boy's sleeve: "Let's go, Ayan, it's almost time, it's time to end the interrogation|interrogation."

"Okay." Mo Junli nodded, allowing Master Mu to push him back to the prison.

The little girl retreated faster than when she set up the formation. He saw her making a few hand gestures quite casually, and then easily pulled out the dagger.
When sending those ghosts away, she recited a lot of scriptures. The young man could see clearly that after chanting those scriptures, the resentment surrounding the ghosts immediately faded by three points, and the blood on her face faded away. Followed by half.

"A Ci, why are you chanting this superb mantra again?" Mo Junli frowned, looking at the little girl's pale face, he couldn't stop frowning in his heart.

After hearing this, Mu Xici shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly: "It's not easy to let people come to help in vain. The little resentment I helped save them a lot of time to dispel the evil spirit."

"Okay, don't worry about these things." The little girl waved her sleeves and hands, "A Yan, you mention someone, I'll interrogate them, let's move faster."

Mo Junli was unhappy, and his muffled voice should be.

　Cowardly sophistry: Can a soldier raised after telling the old man be called a private soldier?

　　Don't call it, don't call it hey!

　　This is war!slightly!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)