Gentle Wind

But everyone on the battlefield, all the people in the dark world heard Yang Ba's hoarse, but extremely clear flat voice——

Nine Qi Emperor, obtained this divine seal.Yang Shengyin kills, ghosts and gods are convinced! "

On the battlefield, suddenly, countless celestial beings climbed up again—the celestial beings who had just transformed this night felt the call of Yang Ba once again.

The corpse awakening talisman embers floated towards the eyebrows of every newborn celestial being, and in an instant, there was another extremely swift corpse transformation, and the bloody evil spirit swept across the entire battlefield.

And at this moment, the iron wall car was completely penetrated.

①Scattering flower music: In the past, monks spread Buddhist scriptures among the people and sang a song, which later evolved into a more folk-style lotus flower drop (lao). The history of Sanhua music can be traced back to the Tang Dynasty, but maybe a little earlier There were also times in the Southern Dynasties.

② The origin of the Wengcheng remains to be verified by archaeological excavations, but it has already taken shape in the Hun period.Wengcheng was generally set up in the Five Dynasties and Northern Song Dynasty, and it was generally not specially set up before.

Chapter 57

Li Roufeng raised his head with difficulty.His head hurts, he has never drank so much wine before, he knows that Xiao Yan poured it, Xiao Yan knows his weakness too well, as long as Xiao Yan wants to force him to drink, he has to drink.But as soon as he drank the wine, he knew it was not good - what Xiao Yan made him drink was the strongest Bailuochun mash, and in the past, he would never touch Bailuochun mash at all.

But he still woke up, and the strong smell of alcohol on his body let him know that not too much time had passed.He struggled to open his eyes, but the strange thing was that his eyes were very bright, which made him suddenly feel that this was before he lost his sight.

He looked towards the bright place, it was a window, and the window was lit with red light all over the sky, but it was not a celestial phenomenon.But this should be a celestial phenomenon, he can't see the celestial phenomena, he can only see the world of the underworld, but the world of the underworld has always been dark, how can it be so bright.

He rubbed the center of his brows vigorously, but for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was real or fiction, and there was another voice next to his ear, like a lark, Mr. Li San. "This voice overlaps with the hoarse and hoarse voice of Empress Baoji, Li Roufeng."

Mr. Li San.

Li Roufeng.

Then he thought of her, and he clearly remembered that he had a dream, a dream of Gaotang Yunyu.The lady holding a jī was dressed as a Taoist girl, and she walked into his dream, and he took off the fragrant gardenia from the top of her hair, and messed up her neatly combed, smooth bun, and she The silky long hair wrapped her petite and slender body, and her whole body was soft and intoxicating.

When he thought about it, he felt his body throbbing, like hot water or cold water, his fingers involuntarily closed, and his body stiffened involuntarily.It was so real, not only did he feel the growth of every inch of her skin, he even tasted the faint milky scent on her body.

She struggled fiercely in his arms at first, and he was amused, how could she in the dream still be so shy and tight, not allowing him to touch, I'm afraid it was the one in the dream, she didn't realize that she had married him and became him the lady.He knew that she loved him after all, the golden flame was so blazing, as if it was going to burn up the dark world.So he dared to be wanton to her, dared to act presumptuously to her, he wanted to touch and feel little by little what the little lady in his heart looked like.

After all, his little lady is very beautiful, but it is different from what he imagined. She is slender all over her body, with slender eyebrows and eyes. He always has willow eyebrows and almond eyes in his heart. of.But she is not.He couldn't imagine how such a small person could hold a hatchet so fiercely.

He touched his face, and actually felt a little burning. The cheeks of a man in the dark would feel feverish. He knew that he couldn't think about it any more. To have such a spring dream, he thought she would become a woman after all. The obsession he couldn't let go of.

But he suddenly smelled some fragrance on the palm of his hand, it was the fragrance of gardenia, it was the fragrance of the person who tossed and turned in his palm hundreds of times in his dream.

There seemed to be a drum beating in his heart, and some ominous feeling passed over his heart.

He always felt that something was wrong, his heart was in a mess, a mess, and he couldn't make a clue.He rushed to the window again, and opened the curtain to make the window appear larger. He looked carefully, and finally saw clearly that it was the red lotus karmic fire, the fire light from the crack of hell.

He opened his hands and slowly backed away.Why did such a large karmic fire suddenly appear in this dark world, covering the entire sky with its light?He bumped into the table, and suddenly he jumped to the edge of the bed, frantically groping the whole bed, the bed was neatly covered, as if nothing had happened, and he couldn't feel a single hair on it.He lay down on the ground again and touched, and felt, he could smell a faint fragrance, the fragrance of a flower that was withered and dimmed. He followed the fragrance of the flower all the way, and finally touched a withered flower in the gap between the foot of the bed and the wall. Gardenia.

gardenia.

When he met her in the ghost city, she was wearing gardenias all over her hair. The yard of the old house was full of gardenias. In this bloody stone city, there seemed to be gardenias that were always fragrant and clean.