emperor cold concubine

Chapter 189
The forest was so big that Su Mo couldn't tell exactly how many miles the forest was in and the specific area of ​​the battlefield.However, she can clearly count how many trees there are in this dense forest, and even, in detail, tell the age of each tree and how long the remaining life can last.

Because, the dense forest is no longer a dense forest. I don’t know when it has been quietly transformed. Except that there is still a layer of trees with a diameter of tens of meters intact on the outermost side to fool the world, the inside is no longer a forest. Instead of a dangerous jungle infested with insects, snakes and beasts, it is a private villa with huge width and height.

Yes, when she strolled into the depths of the forest little by little under the horrified gazes of many imperial guards, and gradually saw a scene that was impossible to appear in this ancient times, Su Mo didn't care at all. Not surprised.

A villa-like building with huge height, huge width, and of course, the so-called villa is not a real villa, but a big house made of wood from the inside to the outside.

A very large house, almost occupying half the size of the entire jungle.

Unlike the scene seen on Lianyun Mountain in Wutong Town, there are no animals injected with neurotoxins, nor are they used as a source of infection for war. However, Su Mo saw a huge arsenal capable of conquering the world.

Of course, it is not a modern arsenal, but all kinds of weapons used on the battlefield in pure ancient times. The quantity is astonishingly large. Swords, spears, shields, axes, halberds, whips, maces, hammers, daggers, spears, bows and arrows are almost everything, divided into categories. Putting it aside, even Su Mo, who was used to seeing big scenes, couldn't help being speechless for a while.

Among these cold weapons, what really attracted Su Mo's attention were a few wooden spears placed in a large wooden box in the far corner, similar to modern submachine guns, not many in number, but obviously very popular with the owner. Pay attention to.

Carelessly rubbing the watch on her wrist, because it is a man's size, she naturally wears it a bit too big and looks loose, but it probably won't be long before it is returned to the original owner.

In this ancient time with backward technology, it is whimsical to want to manufacture the most advanced weapons of the 21st century. However, without advanced modern machinery and equipment, sufficient human and financial resources, and no ready-made available resources, it is possible to produce the most advanced weapons in front of us. This huge number of war tools is enough to teach anyone to speak. It has to be said that the person who created all these is really a genius.

After watching quietly for a while, Su Mo slowly approached the big box where the submachine gun model was placed, picked up one of them and carefully looked at it in his hand, a cold smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if talking to himself Saying, "If enough quantities can be produced, even without the power of modern submachine guns, it must be easy to win this world."

The quiet and silent breath in the air suddenly disappeared, and a shallow air current slowly floated around, becoming more and more obvious. A kind of emotional fluctuation called hesitation or disbelief could be faintly felt in the air, even the originally clear Breathing that was so shallow that it was almost imperceptible became rapid.

Su Mo raised her brows, narrowed her star pupils slightly, raised her eyebrows at the silent air, and said lazily, "You're not coming out yet, are you planning to play hide-and-seek with me?"

Outside the originally empty room, a person finally appeared slowly, staring straight at Su Mo, who was wearing a black leather jacket and leather pants and was holding a wooden gun in his hand. He was dressed in a cool white coat and a white robe. It looks clean and holy, and its expression is gentle and indifferent, which makes people feel admiration at a glance.

Su Mo lazily looked at him dressed in white, raised his eyebrows, and said quite interestingly: "Jiuluo High Priest?"

The high priest in white robes did not speak, his quiet and indifferent face looked holy and flawless, but the turbulent water vapor that gradually gathered in his eyes destroyed this perfect image that made people want to worship.

His lips moved again and again, but he obviously didn't know what to say and finally gave up. But when the water vapor in his eyes became more and more condensed and his eyes were so red that he couldn't hide it, the high priest Bai Qi, who was dressed in white and dressed in white robes, looked cold, holy and flawless in the eyes of the world. Finally, Lang couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed forward, as if using all his strength, he hugged Su Mo tightly, with such strength that he almost wanted to strangle Su Mo to death before he would give up.

The wooden gun had been thrown away, and Su Mo lazily patted the man who wanted to use pure violence to strangle her to death in his arms, waiting for him to slowly adjust his emotions, but he casually teased: "When did you change your mind?" Are you so rude? If your dear Empress sees this appearance, will she immediately give you a three-foot white silk?"

The person in his arms froze, and finally the strength in his hands gradually eased, and then he let go of Su Mo, pulling a little distance away. When the two looked at each other, the eyes of the high priest Bai Qilang were already red like a cat. Rabbit gone.

Su Mo sighed, "How can you learn to cry when you're so old?"

"I don't have one." As if complaining aggrievedly, the high priest stared at the familiar cold and refined face of the woman in front of him without blinking. Waves of enthusiasm continued to surge, and the excitement that had just been suppressed turned red again, "Young Master..."

"Huh?" Su Mo replied lazily, then looked at him with raised eyebrows and said, "How did you deceive all the subjects of Jiuluo with this look?"

In the eyes of the world, the high priest who is always clean and holy, gentle and indifferent, is really the same person as the man in front of him with red eyes, red nose and face full of grievances?Su Mo was suddenly speechless.

"Uh..." The High Priest Qingjun's face was slightly embarrassed, he hesitated and said: "People in the world are blind...you really can't blame me..."

Su Mo thought it was funny: "It's reasonable for you to lie to others? If those who believe in gods find out, I'm afraid that you will be burned in front of the gods immediately."

The two reunited after a long absence... Well, strictly speaking, Su Mo has only been here for more than two months, which is not a long separation, but for Bai Qilang, it is indeed a long separation. In the throat, I didn't know where to start.

"Qi Lang," Su Mo said, "How about finding a place to sit down first?"

Gossip about family affairs in front of a lot of cold weapons, the feeling is indescribably weird, especially considering the current state of mind of the noble high priest, there must be a lot of things to say quickly.

Bai Qilang pulled Su Mo to the innermost corner. Su Mo didn't notice just now that there are stairs here, that is to say, this huge house that looks like a bungalow has two floors. .

Follow Qi Lang up the stairs to the second floor. Here is a completely different style from the one below. Although the walls, floor and roof including the furniture are all made of pure wood, it is almost the same as the decoration style of a modern villa.

Bedrooms, living rooms, kitchens, study rooms, etc. are all available. Of course, it is absolutely unrealistic to build luxuriously decorated bathrooms and toilets here.

"You built these by yourself?" Su Mo sat down on the padded wooden sofa in the living room, looking at everything here, with real admiration in his eyes.

I have to say, this guy is really a genius in terms of architecture.

"Well, those idiots in Jiu Luo are a group of feudal superstitious people. They always pray for blessings and blessings from the gods. How can there be any gods in this world? The temple is cold and boring. If I stay in it for a long time, I'm afraid Being suffocated to death, I tried every means to sneak out, and broke into here by accident, thinking that I would be idle anyway, why not build a house here, and have my own nest."

Nest?Su Mo glanced at him. I'm afraid there won't be another such "nest" in this world.

"How long did it take you to build this house?"

"Thirteen months." Bai Qilang poured tea for Su Mo, "My young master tasted the tea I brewed, and learned a craft when I was idle and bored. This tea is made of the finest 'Lingshan Yunwu' , produced in Langzhou, Cangyue Kingdom, it is said that gold is hard to find, and the empress loves it very much."

Su Mo glanced at him with a half-smile, "You've lived a happy life." After a pause, looking at the handsome high priest in white clothes, Su Mo frowned slightly, "Tell me, thirteen months... Langer, how long have you been here?"

"One year and five months." Qi Lang sat down next to her, hugged Su Mo's shoulder and put his head on her shoulder, muttering in a low voice: "Young master, I really miss you."

Su Mo remained silent for a moment, and said, "This body is not yours."

"Ah."

"So, can you explain why you became the high priest of Jiuluo?"

Bai Qilang's body froze, and he kept leaning against her without moving, but he was speechless for a long time.

Su Mo said lightly: "Lang'er, I'm waiting for your answer."

"That... I seem to have time-traveled, like in a novel." Bai Qilang said in a low voice, trying to avoid the important ones.

Traveling through... Su Mo was silent for a moment, it seemed that he could only explain it in this way.

So she said lightly: "Well, I also experience this, but the nature of time travel is not the same, I am still me, but you have changed your body."

There is obviously another layer of meaning behind her words... Qi Lang, who is familiar with her temperament, did not dare to try to fool her this time. He moved his body and knelt down at her feet. The cloud calmly said: "I jumped from the 37th floor, and when I woke up, I was in Jiuluo's temple."

"From the 37th floor...you jumped off by yourself?" Su Mo confirmed.

Qi Lang's heart sank, but he nodded honestly.

He grew up with Su Mo as a guard since he was a child, and walked into Su Mo's heart with his outstanding ability and unparalleled absolute loyalty. He regarded Su Mo as the only master in this life, and jumping down with her may be a little bit Impulsive, however, he did not regret it.

(End of this chapter)