Player Lackeys All Over The World

Player Lackeys All Over The World Chapter 209

2022-01-30

Chapter 209 Chapter 209: Lost souls, raise the morning to celebrate

The three daughters of Bai Susu looked at each other, obediently and Retire honestly.

Princess But they can't afford to offend them. Their biggest dream is to fight for a position in the concubine's room. It is necessary to please the old lady.

"Yes, yes."

Nan Yuyan's little hands rubbed on him, her eyes were erratic, and her voice trembled: "Well, uncle asked me to help deliver it. Greetings."

"Uncle?" Zuo Chongming hummed and asked casually, "Your mother died early, how are the people over there treating you?"

Nan Yuyan Blinking, my heart is sweet.

Zuo Chongming's underlying meaning is that if her uncle treats her badly, there is no need to meet him, which means he cares about his own feelings.

Nan Yuyan couldn't help but take a half step forward, almost sticking to him, muttering in a dreamy voice: "It's okay, you, you don't have to worry about me."

Zuo Chongming thought for a while and said, "In that case, I'm tired of fighting for a long time today. See you another day."

Although Nan Yuyan's uncle should be his elder.

But the status gap between the two sides is too big, and the secular rules are useless.

Zuo Chongming takes them seriously, it's their honor, and they have to hold back if they don't take them seriously.

Nan Yuyan wiped the wound for him distressedly, and replied softly, "All, I will listen to you."

......

Prime Minister Mansion, carriage creaking into the backyard.

Before the car stopped, I saw a woman hurriedly running: "Master, Wen'er... how is Wen'er? Shouldn't your body be tight?"

Wei Tao held her hand, resisting the grief in his heart, gritted his teeth and asked, "Where's the doctor?"

The woman stared at the car with tears in her eyes, and answered in a trembling voice: " Already, already here, waiting in the hall."

"That's good, that's good." Wei Tao supported the woman and instructed in a deep voice, "Quickly send Wen'er to the room. , ask a doctor for diagnosis and treatment."

Several servants did not dare to delay, and hurriedly carried Wei Wen off the carriage.

But seeing Wei Wen now, staring up at the sky without any energy in his eyes, there is no expression in his pupils, and he is lying in a daze as if he has lost his soul.

Seeing her son like this, the tears in the woman's eyes could no longer hold, the hua hua flowed like a dyke, and she fainted when she rolled her eyes.

"Quick, take the lady back to the room."

"What are you doing?"

After one hour.

With the slight sound of the door opening, Wei Tao suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "How is it? My wife and son..."

"Uh , Prime Minister..."

The old man with white beard and hair and a childish face, his eyes flickered and staggered his line of sight, and a look of hesitation appeared on his face.

"Speak."

Wei Tao had an ominous premonition in his heart, the lines on his face gradually became cold, and his voice became low: "The truth will not... take anger on you. ."

The old man hesitated: "If you return to the prime minister, Madam was just a little frightened, so she prescribed some soothing prescriptions, and you can rest in peace for a while."

Wei Tao felt in his heart. Once relaxed, he frowned immediately: "Where's Wen'er?"

The old man breathed deeply: "Young Master Wei he... I don't know what happened to him, he has lost one soul and two souls, and this is what he is now... ...."

Wei Tao was impatient for a while: "Details."

The old man organized some language and said in a deep voice: "People have three immortal souls and seven mortal souls, The three souls are Heaven, Earth and Human, and the seven souls are joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love and hate."

"The destiny of the heaven and the soul is the destiny. It is the wisdom of living beings. Young Master Wei has no human soul.”

“And the seven souls are human feelings, and the ups and downs of emotions are all born with souls. If there is no emotion, they are like puppets. Young Master Wei has no I have lost love and joy."

Wei Tao trembled in his heart and narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean...without one soul and two souls?"

"No Wrong."

The old man smiled bitterly: "According to the old man's knowledge, the only ones that can hurt the soul are the sinister incantation, the evil deprivation of the soul and the method of... Divine Ability."

"There are solutions for the first two, it's nothing more than a spell, Soul Evocation, but the latter has no cure, can't be cured, at least old man can't do it."

Wei Tao's tone was slightly Trembling: "Why?"

"Because..."

The old man came to the table, picked up the teapot and said, "The spell is like boiling water, as long as the lid is still there, the water After the heat turns into gas, it will re-congeal into water."

"The method of capturing the soul is like pouring the water from the pot into other cups, as long as you find the cup, pour it back again. That's it."

"But the Divine Ability method is different, it's like throwing water into the soil, and there is no probability of getting it back..."

says At this point, the old man paused for a few seconds to give him time to digest.

After a while, he continued: "Young Master Wei lacks human soul, loves soul, loves soul, and should become stupid and childish, irritable and irritable..."

Afraid that Wei Tao would not be able to accept it, and took his anger at him, the doctor added: "But the old man is not very talented, there are countless secret techniques in this world, maybe there are..." Fool, or irritable fool.

Although it is not absolutely impossible to save, but at least 99% of the world's methods can't save it.

Boom....

Wei Tao only felt his knees soften, and he staggered a few steps, a piercing sound rang in his ears, and his eyes suddenly darkened, and he no longer felt anything.

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At noon the next day, the capital was filled with joy, and the streets and alleys were decorated with lanterns.

Many restaurants and teahouses were overcrowded, and they could not take their eyes off the picture of the photo-taking stone, and sometimes there were cheers and cheers...

The world is dominated by demons, and people's concept of martial arts is deeply rooted.

Everyone worships powerhouse, fears powerhouse, and aspires to be powerhouse.

The appearance of Zuo Chongming directly hit their G-spot.

Because Zuo Chongming was born from grass roots and has no background in spirit vein, the majority of people have a personal sense of substitution.

Looking at Zuo Chongming's rise, he found that he was a counter-attack all the way, forcibly broke the shackles, and finally reached this step today.

This is like a modern Shuangwen, but it also makes the people feel refreshed from the heart, especially yesterday, they beat the capital Heaven's Chosen with one enemy. . . .

“Marquis Guanjun, well deserved.”

“Yes, only Lord Zuo can live up to that title.”

“ hehe...I think my Martial Dynasty has many talented people, and his outstanding performance is just time making the man."

"Really? Then why are you not a hero?"

"Don't pay attention to this kind of people, you can't eat grapes and say that the grapes are sour."

"It's disgusting to look at people who are five people and six people, but they talk about it."

Some people praise, and naturally some people scold. After all, no one is perfect, and people's hearts are unpredictable.

But in general, the former are mostly the former, and the latter...mostly some scholars, and the children of the Aristocratic Family who are involved with Baiguan.

The scholar also didn't expect. He just complained and was mad at the crowd. He was even politely invited out by the shopkeeper of the teahouse...

speak frankly, he is indeed jealous.

Because before the appearance of Zuo Chongming, the style of martial arts in the capital was far less strong.

Many ladies, ladies, and even famous brothers, prefer the unrestrained and unrestrained knights and the elegant scribes.

A guy like him who has ink in his belly, but has clear arms, can also be favored by many young ladies with his identity as a scribe.

But after Zuo Chongming appeared, the atmosphere has changed, and the taste of those little beauties has also changed....

In their words: "A real man should be like Marquis Guanjun, making great achievements, instead of lingering in the land of fireworks and talking about everything."

So....

A guy like him who has no power, weak waist and frail - you have to pay for visiting brotherl! !

As a last resort, he came to the teahouse to drink tea.

But I never thought that the rude people here respect Zuo Chongming even more... they drove him out directly, this fuck....

……

Being bustling outside the capital, the Imperial Palace is naturally more lively.

Whether it is the matter of the feudal lord or the special significance of Marquis Guanjun, it is a major event for Martial Dynasty.

Above the court hall, a hundred officials of civil and military were seated, with different expressions on their faces, mostly forced smiles.

It was the Martial Sovereign and the Subdue and Comfort Department who were in the first place.

"Xuan, Demon Guard Envoy Zuo interview."

"Xuan, Demon Guard Envoy Zuo..."

"Xuan..."

The propaganda was passed on and on, and it has been around the Imperial Palace for a long time.

Liu Fu waved his hand to let the guards let go, and greeted the discussion with a smile: "Lord Zuo, we can face the Holy Spirit."

Zuo Chongming stood at the gate of the Imperial Palace, speechless. Look at this stuff.

This is really not a place for people, the rule is that there are more deaths.

He was pulled up before dawn, putting on his makeup and clothes for one hour.

Wait at the entrance of the Imperial Palace, wait patiently for one hour, and then be allowed to enter the palace, and have to walk a long way.

When he faced this kind of torment for the first time, he was almost mentally weakened. He couldn't imagine how the officials in the capital could endure it.

"Don't be in a hurry, sir."

Liu Fu saw him speeding up and said quickly, "We still have something to ask you."

" What's the matter?"

Zuo Chongming was stunned, and then his eyes lit up: "By the way, I asked you to help bet, do you have any money now?"

"... It's still two days."

Liu Fu, corner of mouth twitching, helplessly said: "Listen to me, today is not just as simple as a feudal lord. The mansion..."

Although Zuo Chongming certainly does not live in the capital for a long time, as a noble prince, he must have his own mansion, and living in it is another matter.

The two walked and chatted, but they were not very lonely.

A short while later, before the great hall of the palace gate.

The great hall, which was originally noisy, fell into a dead silence in an instant.

Nearly a thousand people raised their heads at the same time and cast complex eyes at Zuo Chongming. Naturally, there was no lack of gnashing teeth, glaring glares...

Ranked first on the right, Wei Tao, with a haggard expression, opened his bloodshot eyes and stared at him indifferently, his murderous intent undisguised.

Zuo Chongming sympathized with them, especially those who stared at him resentfully, such as Wei Tao.

They are too miserable. Yesterday they witnessed the murder of their sons and daughters. Today they have to endure the grief and hatred, watching the murderer confer honors and honors.

This kind of intense excitement is not something that ordinary people can handle.

"hahaha..."

Martial Sovereign laughed and stood up, and said in a loud voice: "My good son-in-law, our Marquis Guanjun can be counted, it really makes me feel good. Wait."

Zuo Chongming smiled slightly to Wei Tao, then bowed to Martial Sovereign: "I am humble Zuo Chongming, pay respects to the Holy One."

(end of this chapter)