"king!"

The guard handed over the three treasures, Feng Xie reached out to take them, and put them one by one into the grooves on the stone door in silence. After the stone door was still motionless. Feng Xie frowned and stared at the bowl-shaped gap on the belly of the Qinglong on the right for a long time, then turned to look at Jian Yao:

“What is it?”

Jian Yao said nothing, subconsciously supported Najia and took a few steps back. The murderous intent in Feng Xie's eyes flashed and he turned his head. The guard next to him immediately snatched Najia from Jian Yao's hand.

"Jian Yao, don't tell him!"

While tearing, Na Jia screamed loudly and kept coughing out blood. Jian Yao looked at him with heartache and looked at Feng Xie weakly. He was silent in the firelight, staring at her, and his tall body cast a black shadow at her. Under the swaying of the firelight, he covered her whole body with his teeth and claws.

"Jian Yao, you know I'm not a patient person!"

His voice was cruel and cold, and Jian Yao's eyes wandered between him and Naga, and his crying face broke his heart.

"I have no idea!"

She trembled and begged. Feng Xie's blue eyes dimmed. He glanced at the soldiers who grabbed Naga. The soldier's strong arms twisted Naga's elbows. In the silence, he could clearly hear the twisted sound of bones. Naga groaned and collapsed. Jian Yao covered his lips with both hands and sat on the cold stone surface. Tears surged out. Jian Yao choked and couldn't speak, staring at Feng Xie in horror.

“What is it?”

Feng Xie asked again, Jian Yao felt that he was collapsed, the person standing in front of him, that person...

It was not until now that Jian Yao truly understood why people called him the "Rakshasa Ghost King". At this moment, he was really an evil ghost coming from hell, cruel, bloodthirsty, and inhumane.

“I…I really don’t know…”

"Jian Yao!"

Feng Xie suddenly shouted loudly, everyone was trembling, and the fire kept jumping, making his and her face turn into hideous blue and white.

The "scar" sword was unsheathed, and the sea-covered light drew a beautiful arc in the darkness. The cold sword tip was pressing against Naga's head, and Feng Xie's eyes turned deep blue, like the sky on the eve of the night storm.

"It's water!" Jian Yao screamed! His arm forward, holding his body hard, staring at Feng Xie's sword. She shouted hysterically: "It's water, the water of Dongyin Wujiang! The water of the Wujiang that has lasted for tens of thousands of years and has blessed Dongyin's people is the treasure of Dongyin!"

The sword edge slowly slid down, and Jian Yao's crying slowly stopped with it. The soldier's hand relaxed, and Naga fell softly to the ground. Jian Yao rushed over and hugged him, cried and looked at his face, shouting his name low, while Feng Xie, who was beside him, kept looking at her coldly.

"king!"

The guard called in Feng Xie's ear.

"Go and look for it!"

"yes!"

Jian Yao hugged Najia and didn't dare to look at him again. He lowered his eyes and saw a pair of soapy cloth boots. It slowly walked toward him, stayed for a few seconds, then slid its toes, and went up with the other heel step by step...

The side hall on the west side is not eye-catching. The house was originally a bit dark as the place where officials went to the front to take a short rest. Through the pane carved into a calamus leaf-shaped window, you can see several bare tung trees in the yard outside. On both sides of the house are bookshelves, and many volumes of uneven thickness are placed on it. There is a red paint table in the middle of the house, and the smooth tabletop is empty. "Wang!"

The guard handed over the three treasures, Feng Xie reached out to take them, and put them one by one into the grooves on the stone door in silence. After the stone door was still motionless. Feng Xie frowned and stared at the bowl-shaped gap on the belly of the Qinglong on the right for a long time, then turned to look at Jian Yao:

“What is it?”

Jian Yao said nothing, subconsciously supported Najia and took a few steps back. The murderous intent in Feng Xie's eyes flashed and he turned his head. The guard next to him immediately snatched Najia from Jian Yao's hand.

"Jian Yao, don't tell him!"

While tearing, Na Jia screamed loudly and kept coughing out blood. Jian Yao looked at him with heartache and looked at Feng Xie weakly. He was silent in the firelight, staring at her, and his tall body cast a black shadow at her. Under the swaying of the firelight, he covered her whole body with his teeth and claws.

"Jian Yao, you know I'm not a patient person!"

His voice was cruel and cold, and Jian Yao's eyes wandered between him and Naga, and his crying face broke his heart.

"I have no idea!"

She trembled and begged. Feng Xie's blue eyes dimmed. He glanced at the soldiers who grabbed Naga. The soldier's strong arms twisted Naga's elbows. In the silence, he could clearly hear the twisted sound of bones. Naga groaned and collapsed. Jian Yao covered his lips with both hands and sat on the cold stone surface. Tears surged out. Jian Yao choked and couldn't speak, staring at Feng Xie in horror.

“What is it?”

Feng Xie asked again, Jian Yao felt that he was collapsed, the person standing in front of him, that person...

It was not until now that Jian Yao truly understood why people called him the "Rakshasa Ghost King". At this moment, he was really an evil ghost coming from hell, cruel, bloodthirsty, and inhumane.

“I…I really don’t know…”

"Jian Yao!"

Feng Xie suddenly shouted loudly, everyone was trembling, and the fire kept jumping, making his and her face turn into hideous blue and white.

The "scar" sword was unsheathed, and the sea-covered light drew a beautiful arc in the darkness. The cold sword tip was pressing against Naga's head, and Feng Xie's eyes turned deep blue, like the sky on the eve of the night storm.

"It's water!" Jian Yao screamed! His arm forward, holding his body hard, staring at Feng Xie's sword. She shouted hysterically: "It's water, the water of Dongyin Wujiang! The water of the Wujiang that has lasted for tens of thousands of years and has blessed Dongyin's people is the treasure of Dongyin!"

The sword edge slowly slid down, and Jian Yao's crying slowly stopped with it. The soldier's hand relaxed, and Naga fell softly to the ground. Jian Yao rushed over and hugged him, cried and looked at his face, shouting his name low, while Feng Xie, who was beside him, kept looking at her coldly.

"king!"

The guard called in Feng Xie's ear.

"Go and look for it!"

"yes!"

Jian Yao hugged Najia and didn't dare to look at him again. He lowered his eyes and saw a pair of soapy cloth boots. It slowly walked toward him, stayed for a few seconds, then slid its toes, and went up with the other heel step by step...
Chapter completed!