Remnant King's Ghost Concubine

Chapter 142: Coming from a Thousand Miles (1)
Xiaoyao Wang can't remember everything about Shi Youmeng and Shi Youmeng, and he can't remember the first time they met, but he always feels that there is a figure in his vague memory that keeps disturbing his sight, enchanting and beautiful, but fresh and elegant, as if he is not A fairy who belongs to the world.But he still couldn't see who it was. He was grinding his teeth in anger. Who moved the cup of tea?How could he, who is usually cautious, fall into the trap of others?Unless at that time I was disturbed by something.

In the corner of Meicheng, an unremarkable other courtyard, there is nothing unusual on the outside, but inside there is a beautiful scenery, the most peculiar thing is that there are many plum trees here, and then there are blood-red plums, and some are blue, obviously there is no cooked.Seeing the unconsciously sour saliva, Shi Youmeng couldn't help laughing, and muttered to himself: "Maybe it's time to show him the plums here."

The waning moon was overjoyed, watching Shi Youmeng flying up and breaking off a few branches, the crazy monk was about to sit on the ground, the residual leaf frowned, he gritted his teeth fiercely, glared at the residual leaf, his body could only be stained with ink, other than that Besides, there is absolutely nothing else, not even the smell of sweat!This period of time can be regarded as suffering, which made him miserable.

"Let him sit down, these days are more suffocating." Shi You dreamed that the crazy monk was blowing his nose and staring anxiously, just as she finished speaking, the crazy monk instantly lay on the ground, rolling hard several times, The expression on his face stretched, as if he was in a duck's water, so cheerful.Lying lazily on the ground, he raised his head and grinned at Shi Youmeng.

Shi Youmeng just smiled and said nothing, seeing that although he was crazy, his mind was clearer than ordinary people, she shifted her eyes to the plums in her hand, handed them to Can Yue, gave some instructions on how to keep them fresh, and then left, she didn't care I like the feeling of separation between the two places.

The crazy monk was lying on the ground, suddenly like a click, he froze instantly, as if his soul had come out of his body, his eyes were unfocused, and the crazy smile on his face was frozen in his face.

The tiptoes of the feathers sank slightly, and the white figure was like a cloud, gently falling on the ground, and the eyes that were as indifferent as the clear sky for thousands of miles, just looked at the crazy monk from the corner of his eye.

Can Ye doesn't like Yuyi, because King Xiaoyao said that he is not as good as Yuyi. Although he is really not as good as Yuyi, he can be dissatisfied or dislike it. This is the free space he gives himself, but even if he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it. Will disrespect the wings.

The mad monk's body trembled suddenly, and he returned to his original insanity, but his old eyes were staring at the wings, and he refused to open them for a long time.Suddenly got up, stumbled towards the wings.

The dirty hand full of mud appeared in front of Yu Yi instantly, shook it, and said, "Let's go, take you to your place."

Seeing that he is mysterious and indistinguishable from a lunatic, I really can't tell whether what he said is really something mysterious or just crazy.

Can Ye strode over, the mad monk suddenly turned around and glared at Can Ye angrily, with a mysterious tone and a crazy demeanor, he said, "Don't follow, or I won't go anywhere?"

Seeing him playing with his temper, Yu Yi nodded slightly with her indifferent eyes looking like a broken leaf.Even though Can Ye didn't like Yu Yi, he didn't mean to disobey Yu Yi, and took a step back to get out of the way.

The crazy monk was like a runaway wild horse, and went straight out the door. His wings were like a silver lightning bolt, piercing the sky, and instantly floated above the eaves. His appearance was too dirty, and it gradually turned black, but his expression was as happy as a child who had eaten honey, his handsome feathers frowned slightly, and he looked at him lightly, he would not understand the world of the mad monk, just as he did not like the ground , Waiting patiently for him to fiddle with the streets and alleys, causing scolding, grinning his teeth and filthy, he stumbled out of the city gate, and went straight to the waterfalls he encountered when he came.

Yu Yi's indifferent handsome face still only had an expression of indifference, since there was no trace of anger, if it was replaced by a residual leaf, he must have already been unable to resist throwing him into the pool to wash it clean.His white figure flashed, and suddenly he saw the gorgeous purple on the city wall, and the beautiful Danfeng eyes were cold, and he just stared at him quietly and left.

His pupils opened suddenly, as if he thought of Shi Youmeng, but Xiaoyao Wang knew the importance of doing things, and he would not do anything foolish, and now he had to leave with this crazy monk, let's see what kind of pipe he bought?
The night is gradually rising, and a round and wan moon hangs on the treetops. A beautiful and enchanting figure in the yard, across the forest, the night wind gently twitches her black hair, like a fairy entering and leaving the world, which is fascinating. , She walked into the small lake behind the hospital and looked up at the moon.

The night was silent and silent, as if the whole land had fallen into a deep sleep, so quiet that only the weeping insects remained, a dazzling purple figure landed gently by the lake. By the lake, it pulls people's heartstrings. There is a bewitching beauty and temperament that makes him walk towards her step by step involuntarily. It seems that he has known each other. He can't stand the temptation to walk into her. Every step he approaches, he hears his own voice. Quiet's chest suddenly engulfed his world like a storm.

King Xiaoyao narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes suddenly. He always felt that this person was the blurry figure in his mind. His steady steps suddenly became a little messy. Suddenly, a few leaves rushed towards Xiaoyao with the sharpness of a weapon. King's face.

King Xiaoyao pinched his fingers lightly, raised his brows lightly, and said with a wicked smile, "What a profound internal strength, and even more weird techniques. She really deserves to be the girl Nangong Wuji likes..."

His words were cut off suddenly, and he stared blankly at that face. He couldn't see the color of her face clearly under the night, but he could clearly see her beautiful and beautiful outline. Those beautiful eyes were as bright as stars, more like the calmness of a lake. Looking at the mirror, it was not because of this beautiful outline that shocked him, but because the feeling of deja vu touched a certain place in his heart. By her side, feel this peaceful state of mind.

Shi Youmeng deeply imprinted his surprised expression in his pupils, he was a little puzzled, what kind of expression is this?Don't you know that she is Nangong Wuji's woman?Still so surprised, really strange.

"My lord... have you... met you somewhere?" Xiaoyao Wang's voice unexpectedly lost the original calmness and ease, replaced by surprise, the voice was as light as the night wind here, just passing by.

Shi Youmeng frowned slightly, said nothing, just stared at him quietly.But he had a vague feeling that something seemed to have happened to King Xiaoyao, but he couldn't see anything unusual about him?
There was only silence in the air, and the moonlight shone on Xiaoyao Wang's face, outlining a beautiful face. When he strode forward and was about to ask again, he stopped suddenly, and his peripheral vision swept to the right, and the cold light burst , Like a sharp sword, it shot straight at the hunchbacked figure on the courtyard wall.

The rickety and withered figure stood there firmly like a god of death, unmoving, but the pair of evil and fierce eyes were like the claws of the ghost of the king of the underworld, making people tremble even at a glance. Yin Qi filled the air, a figure grabbed the crooked figure and fell under the wall, and disappeared without a trace!
(End of this chapter)