When that elegant woman in a long skirt appeared in front of the cell door under the dim light. The latest chapter of the church
Ouyang Mochou, who had originally decided to keep a cold eye, found that when she faced her niece, who had a rough life experience, her already firm heart was melted again.
Ouyang Mochou was a little excited. She walked to the door, grabbed the cold doorpost, smiled, looked at the beauty under the lamp with tearful eyes, and said softly: "Shuang'er, you're here!".
Ouyang Rushuang lowered his head and remained silent. After taking a look at the woman in the cage, he slowly turned around.
"Auntie, there's something wrong with Shuang'er, and I need your help!" Ouyang Rushuang's voice was cold and flat, just like the falling snow in winter, without any emotion at all.
"What do you want, Shuang'er, tell me, my aunt has been helping you since you were little!" Ouyang Mochou smiled, looked at the woman in front of him dotingly, and said softly.
Ouyang Rushuang was silent for a moment, raised his head and took a deep breath. He said lightly: "Shuang'er wants to recruit five thousand elite soldiers from the Ironwood Tribe. However, the leader of the Ironwood Tribe made a request to Shuang'er!"
"What's the request?" Ouyang Mochou's heart tightened and she asked eagerly.
Ouyang Rushuang smiled, turned around and looked at her aunt in prison, who was dressed in a goose-yellow Taoist robe and looked like a fairy who had been banished to the mortal world. After looking at it quietly for a while, she slowly said: "He fell in love with aunt.
is you!"
The news was like a bolt from the blue, and Ouyang Mochou, who was full of enthusiasm, felt his mind go blank, and his heart suddenly fell to the bottom.
Looking at his beautiful niece, Ouyang Mochou suddenly felt so cold that he couldn't control it.
Ouyang Rushuang lowered her head, pursed her lips and smiled. She raised her head, her beautiful eyes full of joy. After taking a step forward, she stretched out her hand to hold the cold doorpost and said excitedly: "Auntie, you have a husband.
, or the number one warrior in our grassland!"
Ouyang Mochou gave her a cold look, raised her hand, and slammed the small purse in her hand out.
With a snap, the small purse inlaid with Suzhou embroidery passed through the cold prison door and hit Ouyang Rushuang on the face. ("")
Ouyang Mochou had tears in her eyes, extremely disappointed, and glanced at Ouyang Rushuang with great sadness. The moment she turned around, two lines of clear tears fell down her eyes.
Outside the prison door, Ouyang Rushuang looked at her aunt in a daze, then turned to leave.
Ouyang Rushuang lowered his head and glanced at the purse that fell on the ground. Ouyang Rushuang slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand, and picked up the purse.
Stretch out your white and tender hands and pick off the grass blades stuck to your purse.
With the flickering light of the torch, Ouyang Rushuang looked dreamy after seeing the word "Shuang'er" embroidered on the purse.
On the side, Monk Fan lowered his eyes slightly, turning a blind eye to everything in front of him.
As the lights flickered, Monk Fan, who had gray hair and beard, opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Ke Dun who was squatting on the ground, looking at his purse with his eyes wandering, and felt a little awe-inspiring in his heart.
After a long time, Ouyang Rushuang smiled miserably, held her purse tightly, and stood up slowly. She glanced at her aunt with her back turned. She raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, and smiled sweetly: "Shuang
I believe that in three days, my aunt will be the most beautiful bride in the world!"
After giving his aunt a steady look, Ouyang Rushuang lowered his head and smiled. Then he raised his head and winked at Fan Seng beside him.
After receiving the signal, Monk Fan's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened.
After a cold light flashed in his eyes, his wide sleeves suddenly lifted up. A cold light flew out from the sleeves and shot straight into the prison, behind the defenseless Ouyang Mochou.
Ouyang Mochou's body suddenly shook and she let out a fitful breath. She closed her eyes and fell to the ground weakly.
"Take her away!"
There were no waves in Ouyang Rushuang's eyes, only cold gazes. He glanced lightly at the aunt lying on the ground, like a sleeping beauty. He raised his head and took a deep breath. He held the purse in his hand tightly with his bare hands.
, after leaving a word, turned and left.
"Yes! Ke Dun!" The monk who stayed there clasped his hands together, saluted respectfully, and watched Ke Dun leave.
When Ke Dun left, only him and the unconscious Ouyang Mochou were left in the cell. The latest chapter of the Holy Church
Fanseng walked to the door and glanced outside. After confirming that there was no one else in the cell, his eyes flashed and he turned back to the cell. He glanced at the woman lying on the ground with a graceful figure and a faint fragrance. Fanseng
There is no compassion or peace in his eyes. There is only raging desire and endless greed.
After licking his lower lips, his throat moved, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, Fanseng quickly walked to Ouyang Mochou, squatted down excitedly, and stretched out his wrinkled hand to touch Ouyang Mochou's face.
After touching it, he hurriedly withdrew his hand. Looking at the woman who seemed to be sleeping, Fan Seng's heartbeat accelerated rapidly.
Eyes flashing with fierce light, he looked up and down at Ouyang Mochou unscrupulously, at that charming pretty face, fair skin, plump breasts, and under the robe, a full waist. And...
Those slender and attractive legs.
Monk Fan swallowed hard, slowly stretched out his hand, grabbed Ouyang Mochou's Taoist robe, and slowly lifted it up.
After seeing the white legs under the monk's robe, Monk Fan's eyes suddenly flashed with a fascinating light.
He quickly stood up and started tearing off his clothes.
Just when he took off his cassock and was about to take off his pants.
Suddenly, a bone-chilling chill completely surrounded him. A strong hand stretched out from behind and covered his mouth.
A voice like a devil coming from the Nine Netherworld, full of endless fear, rang in his ears: "Even worse than a dog!"
With a squeaking sound, a sharp dagger was inserted from the back of the heart and penetrated the chest. On the chest, the dagger flashed with a faint blue light, shining brightly.
Tsk tsk...
Blood spurted out from the edge of the sword and instantly covered the straw lying on the ground.
Agui's face was cold, like eternal ice, and the muscles on his face were twisted. One hand covered Fan Seng's mouth forcefully, and the other hand held a dagger, twisting it fiercely on Fan Seng's chest.
Stuck, stuck, stuck...
The sound of internal organs being minced and bones breaking could clearly be heard in this silent cell. It was like the sound of an evil ghost gnawing at bones, which was horrifying.
Fan Monk, who was held in Aguilar's arms, his eyes widened in an instant, and bright red blood filled his eyes with horror at a speed visible to the naked eye.
As the dagger twisted, Fan Monk's body twisted to an incredible degree.
The muscles on Agui's face were twisted, and his eyes flickered fiercely as he kept staring at the painful expression of Fan Seng in his arms.
"In Abi Hell, there is no hope, no reincarnation. There is only endless darkness and endless abyss!" Agui's eyes had the light of a devout believer, and he whispered in Monk Fan's ear: "You will feel that you have been facing
Falling into the abyss, all the time..."
After saying this, Agui turned the blade of the knife and pulled it out forcefully.
In his arms, Fan Monk, whose body was twisted to the extreme, fell to the ground with a plop. In the fist-sized blood hole on his chest, visceral fragments and blood gurgled out, and soon it covered the floor of the entire cell.
After Agui glanced at the body of the monk with a calm expression, he walked over, squatted down, and took out the antidote for the poisonous needle from the monk's body. Then he raised his leg and inserted the dagger into the scabbard in his shoe.
.Then, he turned around, took out the cloak that the young master had given him when he left, and slowly covered Ouyang Mochou on the ground.
Afterwards, Agui picked up the unconscious Ouyang Mochou and strode out of the cell.
At the door of the cell, Agui looked around cautiously, took a deep breath, and disappeared completely into the night.
Along the way, there were several dodges.
In the end, Agui and Ouyang Mochou jumped over the Shuofang City Wall without any danger, and landed gently in a hidden place under Shuofang City like swallows flying across the water.
After taking a look at the city wall and seeing that the soldiers guarding the city did not notice him, Agui breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead.
After recovering a little bit of his exhausted energy, Agui picked up Ouyang Mochou again and turned around to leave.
After walking a hundred meters and climbing over a mound, Agui, who was extremely tired, suddenly saw at least a thousand black-armored cavalry under the mound, blocking the front.
The cold wind swept across the night grassland, making the dead grass rustle.
These more than a thousand cavalry were as silent as water, not saying a word. Like statues, they stood quietly in the night, with a strong murderous aura.
After seeing these more than a thousand cavalry, Agui suddenly felt awe-inspiring, and all the hair on his body exploded in an instant.
Hard work!
Agui squinted his eyes and took a deep breath, his eyes full of alertness. He stretched out his hand and slowly touched the long sword at his waist.
"Agui!" At this moment, a familiar voice came from the cavalry team in front.
After hearing the sound, Agui was stunned for a moment. Then, when he saw a knight in a cotton robe driving the horse out of the cavalry team, Agui's heart was suddenly relieved.
Come down.
The tense body suddenly relaxed. A wave of fatigue that lasted the rest of his life spread throughout his body.
Agui sat on the ground exhausted, panting heavily, feeling very relaxed. He looked at the knight coming over and said with a smile: "Master, it's you!"
Lu Heng, who was dressed in black armor, turned over and dismounted, smiled and said: "I'm always a little worried, so here you go!"
Agui raised his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He smiled bitterly and said to the young master, "You scared me to death!"
Lu Heng smiled, squatted down, picked up Ouyang Mochou, who was still awake, and said to Agui with a smile, "Let's go!"
Agui let out a laugh and jumped up with his hands on the ground.
As the two of them spoke, they walked towards the large group of cavalry behind them.
The night is miserable and the cold wind howls.
Along the way, a thousand cavalry were as silent as water, rushing past like a hurricane ravaging the grassland.
Lu Heng shook the reins with one hand and looked at the night grassland ahead. The cold wind was blowing in his face, and his black hair danced wildly in the wind.
In his arms, Ouyang Mochou's eyes closed slightly, and under his blinking eyelashes, two lines of clear tears fell down.