Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary - Chapter 294

Jing He was a little flustered. He squeezed his hands behind his back and bowed his head to please: “His Royal Highness, Cao Min is an apprentice next to Master Jing, Cao Min…”

“I’m asking what are you doing here?” Zhou Yu pressed tightly, his eyes full of doubts.

Jing He didn’t see the panic in his eyes. Although Zhou Yuli was not very young, his ability to observe and watch was much better than many ministers. After all, how can he be weak from being trained as a future son?

However, Zhou Yuli is still only a child of about eight years old. He does not yet understand that if he exposes the behavior of the gangster, he may be in danger. Especially now that he is not accompanied by a follower and is alone.

Jinghe’s confusion in his heart was gradually replaced by a murderous intention. He touched the crescent moon dagger hidden in his sleeve. That was the apprenticeship that Jing Fan gave him that year. The blade was sharp and poisonous, and he could see the blood and seal his throat. Sharp weapon. Jing He touched the complex Sanskrit on the handle of the dagger and heard his voice gradually calm down with a tremor: “His Royal Highness, Caomin is just waiting for Master here.”

This is the last chance he gave Zhou Yuli.

However, the doubt in Zhou Yuli’s mind was even bigger: “Here?” He looked around, and the tone of the question directly pointed at Jing He: “This is near the mountain gate, which is the most remote place of the hunting ground. Not to mention, as far as I know, At this moment, Master Jing is staying with his father and queen to discuss important matters. Are you waiting for him here, is it full of nonsense and holes?”

Jing He couldn’t answer for a while, Zhou Yuli pressed again: “It’s unhappy, what the **** are you going to do here? I just saw you take something from Chu Cain’s body, and didn’t hurry to hand it over?”

Jing He’s pupils contracted, and Zhou Yuli saw it. Jing He hung his head at this moment. He was wearing a black and gray cloth and he was like a beast just out of the forest, exuding a lot of danger.

Jing He’s hand slowly pulled out the dagger in his sleeve. He measured the distance with Yu Guang. As long as he stepped forward two times, the sharp dagger in his hand could penetrate Zhou Yuli’s young chest. Zhou Yili will turn into a corpse when there is no need for a joss stick.

His hand holding the dagger was a little trembling. This was the first time he had killed a man. He was scared, but he was not prepared to back away. Otherwise, he and his master’s plan would fall short.

Zhou Yuli didn’t notice his movements, only stared at Jing Jing who was silent. He felt that Jing He’s failure to answer was an expression of guilty conscience. So he took another step forward and asked coldly: “Not yet handed in?”

Jing He raised his head violently, this is the time!

…

It is impossible if Meng Qiqi dreamed about wild things many times and was still confused about it. Judging from her experience in dreams, she knew that her predecessor was the hard-earned phoenix, without accident. Black Dragon, the lord of the wild Emperor Zun is Sheng Jiayan.

So when Meng Qiqi sinks into the familiar darkness again, she is not panic, she knows that the memory of dust somewhere will be replayed briefly.

But this dream doesn’t seem to be the same.

Because there is no black dragon phoenix, there is no barrenness.

The villages near the hills are shrouded in crimson clouds. The houses built by thatch are scattered and scattered. The front of the house is a good time to harvest. Only in the evening, every household did not see the smoke. Suddenly, the firewood of the head of the village was pushed away violently. A group of young and naked men with **** bodies rushed out carrying a **** torch. Beast coming down.

The village head walked at the end. He looked a bit old. His rough skin was covered with vertical and horizontal ravines. His temples were almost gray. From the back, he looked like a rough shrimp. Several corner boys slammed at the door, but he reached out and waved him: “Go, the adult’s thing is not allowed to be mixed!” The woman hiding in the house quickly pulled the child off, slamming the door shut like a dodger. .

The head of the village withdrew his eyes and pulled out the cigarette rod from the waist to sip his mouth. The messy eyebrows stretched out suddenly. He breathed a sigh of relief as he relieved himself, and then squeezed the cigarette rod towards the village tail.

The village is a wasteland that has not yet been reclaimed. It is usually used to dry millet and wild vegetables. Except for women and children, no other people in the village will be close.

When the elderly village head just showed his head, someone shouted, “The village head is here!”

See the lively servants spreading out like a tide, making way for those who carry **** torches. It was not dark, and when it was not time to use torch lighting, the young people spontaneously surrounded the wasteland, and this left a gap for the village head.

The head of the village walked in. Under the light of the fire, what was hiding in the wasteland was clear at a glance.

Meng Mengqi was **** in a coffin with five flowers and her face was muddy with muddy colors, her hair dangled on her shoulders, and her ragged dress was really embarrassing.

When the village chief looked down at her, there was no trace of pity in his eyes, but a trace of panic.

“You really are the mourning star sent by Yincao Difu, and they will not die if buried in the earth!”

What the hell! Meng 萋 struggling desperately, the sudden pain on her wrist made her suddenly lost.

Is this the memory of her dream, or is it really what happened? Why is she tied up? What about the black dragon? Where is Xuanwu? How wild? !

A lively peasant woman next to him did not forget to take a sip into the coffin: “It’s not a good thing since the girl and his brother came to our village!”

Her sentence was like boiling water into the pot and exploding, and the surrounding villagers immediately slobbered.

“From the son of Uncle Cuntou’s family to the magpie that has just emerged from the big locust tree in the village, if anyone is staring at her black eyes, he will definitely die!”

“And last time when the girl passed by the river and saw Cainhua aunt’s nephew Tie Niu playing on the river bank, she would drown the Tie Niu instead of playing on the river. As a result, the second Tie Niu was really in the river. Drowned!”

“This baby girl has a crow mouth! Not only can you determine the cause of death of others, but also to the day of the time, is this not a mourning star!”

Meng 萋 shook her head hurriedly, she wanted to explain why her mouth was plugged with rags, and could only make a whine.

It’s not her full-time job to die out of life. She usually distributes Meng Po soup in the prefecture, and does nothing harmful. Don’t look for the wrong people in this group!

At this moment, the village chief sighed slowly, and everyone immediately calmed down, listening to him say to Meng Eqiu: “Originally, you girl is pitiful, your brother is now missing, we see you helpless and helpless Occasionally, it’s not impossible for the owner to order you buns and the western family to let you eat some wild vegetables. But you girl is too ridiculous. Not only do you not know the gratitude, but yesterday you also threatened that there will be a plague in our village. …Isn’t it going to kill us? We feed you and give you food and drink, how can you curse such words?”

At this moment in the heart of the village chief is an unstoppable fear. You, the disaster star, are still suspected of not enough scourges on weekdays, but now you have to kill the whole village? ! Yesterday, the men, women, and children from all over the village summed up with him, and decided to find the crow’s mouth buried in a dark night. When the second rain fell after I buried it, a daughter-in-law went to the wasteland to collect cured bacon, but asked a muddy hand to grab the ankle.

It turned out that the baby girl was not dead at all, and the coffin was topped off.

How could the coffin be sealed to death? What’s more, her hands and feet are still tied up, even if she is an ordinary person, they don’t believe them.

As of now, the village head has to move out of the way. Since buried alive does not work, it can only be burned. If it doesn’t work anymore, a stone will be tied to the ankle and thrown into the ditch, and it will always die. I don’t believe she has nine lives!

The head of the village had a look, and the young and middle-aged men in several villages dragged Meng Qiqi out of the coffin and threw it directly into the heap of wheat straw.

Meng Haoqi fell down with her head down, and she fell into the face of Venus with a straight face. Fortunately, the haystack was thick, and the flames could not burn her for the moment, just felt hot in front of her.

What is this called! I dreamed that I was burned to death by fire, what is this for?

The flame had almost burned to the bottom of the foot. At this moment, the dark clouds were suddenly covered with light, and the light was covered behind the clouds a little bit. Only the fire burning under Mengqi’s feet jumped strangely.

Soon afterwards, I saw a demon wind blowing in the air suddenly, blowing the villagers for a while. Immediately, Meng Eqi’s waist was pinched by one hand.

The windy Meng Eqi eyes could not be opened temporarily, but she heard the villagers around shouting in horror: “Ghost! It’s a ghost!”

The man who was holding her by the waist hugged Meng Eqi, and the wind whispered in his ears. The Meng Eqi felt that he was holding the cloud and leaving the village.

When the eyes can really see what is in front of her, Meng Eqi sees her most familiar eyes in the world.

“Ah… Ayan?!”

Sheng Jiayan had a black round neck gown, and she was very close to her handsome face. She had a smile in her cold eyes, but since Meng Haeyu shouted his name, his smile faded a little. , Finally faded like a cloud dissipated by the side.

“Do you remember?” His seemingly unbelievable tone made Meng Yingqi feel strange.

“Remember?”

During the conversation, Meng Eqi found that they had returned to the prefecture. Sheng Jiayan reached out and pushed the door, and the light inside instantly illuminated Meng Eqi’s dark eyes. The hall that was just clamoring was suddenly quiet, and everyone’s eyes were focused on her face.

The two outermost rows stood with ghosts, uniform clothing, and uniform body shapes, like a row of black pressed wooden piles.

Sheng Jiayan released her hand and walked step by step to the middle dragon head seat. He raised his head slightly, his face was cold and distant, and at a long distance, Meng Haohe heard his voice echoed in the hall— —

“Later, she will take charge of reincarnation and grant Meng Meng.”