"Master chose you back then, firstly because you resembled Zigui, and secondly because Zigui could guide..." Zhang Liansheng opened the fan again and said unhurriedly: "But more importantly, he caught a glimpse of you. Bloodline, vaguely aware of the fate you carry."
Song Ling was captured and of course had to struggle a few times.
She was having a great time performing, but Zhang Liansheng on the other side was still continuing.
"It's a pity that Master couldn't figure it out, and it ended up in this situation, which is really sad. But don't think too much about it. Your mother is no longer alive. Zi Gui found her body from the bottom of the abyss of beasts. As long as half a year passes, Zigui will be able to condense a usable physical body."
After saying that, Zhang Liansheng grimaced and stared at Song Ling for a moment.
He has feelings for Song Ling.
After being together for a hundred years, Song Ling is cute and cute. Even a hard-hearted person will feel a little pity for him, let alone him? But in the face of a great cause, one must be willing to give in.
"Who is my mother?"
Song Ling struggled fiercely and squeezed out a sentence from her throat.
Zhang Liansheng put away his fan, knocked Song Ling on the head from afar, and said rather dotingly: "Why are you pretending in front of me? I understand you."
This disgusting attitude made Song Ling's face turn blue. She stopped struggling, rolled her eyes at Zhang Liansheng, and said: "Since Sixth Senior Brother knows everything, why are you pretending here? If you want to kill or behead, listen. Please respect me."
Just now, Song Ling had no time or chance to resist. Zhang Liansheng's trap was set up long before she was admitted to the hospital. It was all deliberate and deliberate, just to catch her without getting hurt.
Although Song Ling was really imprisoned, he was not still subject to punishment.
While she was thinking of ways to help herself escape the predicament, she continued to trick Zhang Liansheng into saying things, but she didn't expect that Zhang Liansheng would still say such hypocritical words at this point.
nausea.
Astonishing range.
Song Ling seriously made a vomiting expression at Zhang Liansheng, and then continued: "Of course, if you don't kill me, I will send you down to meet them."
Zhang Liansheng was not annoyed. He looked at Song Ling as usual and said: "A Ling, do you feel that your body is getting colder? Your spiritual power is passing away, right? I won't kill you with my own hands, I just let you feel it... What it was like before Ling Ran died."
Just as Zhang Liansheng said, the cold breath penetrated into Song Ling's bones, knocking them and sucking out her marrow, taking away her strength and essence.
"This is a magic weapon made of your mother's skin. It is most useful against you." Zhang Liansheng walked to the white jade coffin, touched the face of the body in the coffin with the tip of his fan, and said with a hint of melancholy: "If If you didn't resist at that time, there would be no need for us to go to this point. Unfortunately, there is no if. Ah Ling, if you want to blame... I just blame your temper."
The giant net is still tightening.
Song Ling's teeth chattered, and the breath from her mouth and nose was filled with cold air.
In the final analysis, she is just an entity condensed from the soul. Once she is ravaged by external forces, she can only disperse the entity and return to the physical body.
Slowly, Song Ling felt that her eyes were completely dark.
Consciousness is gradually withdrawn.
Like smoke and water, it returns towards the body.
She began to lose hearing Chen Liansheng's voice, and at the same time, Song Mo's shouts became clearer and clearer.
"Xiao Ling, I'm here to find you."
"Xiao Ling, can you and I switch places?"
But Song Ling always had only one word to answer him:
No.
At least Song Mo can't get involved now.
Two spells were left from Song Ling's fingertips, and the spiritual energy swirled in mid-air and turned into a spiritual butterfly. After fluttering its wings a few times, it clung to Chen Liansheng's shoulders without leaving a trace.
Boom.
Close the coffin lid.
Lying back in the white jade coffin, Song Ling fell into coma for an instant, and her remaining consciousness was mixed into the spirit butterfly, and she followed Chen Liansheng out of the yard.
I don't know how long it took, but Song Ling in the spiritual butterfly seemed to hear a piece of heavenly fairy music, which was gentle and sweet, enough to wash away the pain and fatigue all over the person's body.
What followed closely was the noisy and harsh sound of swords.
"Chang Immortal, are you going to send this to the alchemy furnace?"
"No need, this body is the last step in the process, so I will keep it here for now and keep it under good guard."
"Okay, Immortal Chief, how should we respond to City Lord Ruan? After all, if the white jade coffin disappears, he will definitely notice something abnormal."
"He? He can only breathe for a few months at most. There is no need to worry about it. Just send this batch of mist to the front line as soon as possible."
The conversation stopped abruptly.
Song Ling, who was in a daze, tried to open her eyes, but found that her eyelids felt like they were pressed against a boulder and could not be opened at all.
On the other side, through the spiritual butterfly, Song Ling saw Chen Liansheng sitting in a very gorgeous golden palace. Facing him was a double-eared dragon pill furnace.
On the right side of the main hall is the white jade coffin, and two boys with upturned buns are standing guard beside it holding swords.
If Song Ling saw it correctly, there seemed to be living things moving in the Double-Eared Panlong Pill Furnace.
"There are still ten days..." Chen Liansheng murmured to himself.
Song Ling hid in Chen Liansheng's long hair, glanced at the alchemy furnace a few more times, and then tried a few more times to transfer spiritual consciousness back to the body. Unfortunately, the white jade coffin can isolate most spiritual energy fluctuations.
, the little spiritual power Song Ling had was not enough to shake the white jade coffin.
At this moment, two more boys came in outside the palace door.
One of them walked to the alchemy furnace, leaned down and saluted Chen Liansheng, and said: "City Lord Ruan asked his disciples to report to you that there is some trouble happening in the city lord's mansion. Please go over and help quell the chaos."
"Just say I'm busy." Chen Liansheng refused without giving any face, and directly refused: "Dong Xuan's whereabouts are so unknown, if he is not busy looking for Dong Xuan, he still has time to waste my time? I think the turmoil is fake, I think
It’s true that you want me to help solve Long Wu.”
Another boy echoed, lowered his eyes and said: "What the Master said is that Long Wu is now a useless person. Why doesn't the Master take back the Jiuxiao Jade? If Ruan Boqi knows how to get the Jiuxiao Jade, the Master will never take it back."
It would be difficult to intervene."
boom!
Chen Liansheng suddenly flipped his sleeves and knocked over the incense burner next to him, and asked the boy angrily: "When was it your turn to intervene in my affairs?"
The boy was not afraid. He still raised his head and said, "I hope Master will not forget why you came to Luocheng. If you delay your great cause due to some distracting thoughts, how will Master be able to sit firmly on the throne of heaven and earth in the future?"
"Don't think that you can use Lin Zigui's words to suppress me!" Chen Liansheng waved his sleeves, strode towards the boy, grabbed his neck with his backhand and raised him up, "I won't kill him for Lin Zigui's sake!"
You, if you dare to say another word in the future, I will let you be the stone under my feet on the road."