novel bin 92. Poison King Black Scorpion
92. Poison King Black Scorpion
"So I want Brother Gu to do me a favor." As he spoke, Yun Shen took off the embroidered pouch containing the goat milk jade on his chest, and took out the piece of jade from it. Now the two pieces of goat milk jade are connected to form a Tai Chi Bagua diagram .
Yun Shen paused for a moment, then stretched out his hand in a daze, trying to separate the two pieces of jade he had taken.
"Yun Shen, what are you doing? How could you be so stubborn..." Before the words fell, the two pieces of jade separated miraculously, and then took out a purple silk thread from his bosom and said to himself, "Back then he I was only ten years old when this object was given to me, and now four years have passed."
Then he just handed the goat milk jade to Gu Xiyun, looked around, and pulled Gu Xiyun to the front of the swamp, "Brother Gu, can you cross this swamp, right?"
After finishing speaking, he flew away neatly, landed lightly on the open space beside the swamp, took out a flint and steel from his arms, and lit the weeds beside the open space with a raging fire. The fire became more and more fierce, and Yun Shen flew back to In front of Gu Xiyun, he said to the surprised him, "Brother Gu, you handed this dress and this piece of jade to Murong Yujiang, and said that you found this dress on a branch by the swamp, and then you found it Struggling to go ashore, I chased after me, but the open space was full of thorn bushes. In order to avoid trouble, you burned the whole thorn bush, and then found this piece of jade that was left behind in the ashes. You can see the reactions of those two people for me, I want to confirm my guess."
"What is the proof?" The goat's milk jade's round outline has not been damaged at all, as if the Taiji pattern he saw just now was just a momentary illusion, and he glanced at Yunshen quietly from the corner of his eyes, and he just looked at the piece of jade in his hand After being stunned for a moment, he wrapped the jade in a brocade handkerchief and put it in his arms.
"You just hand over the jade to him."
"Yunshen, you..." Before he finished speaking, he ended with a sigh. Although he knew that it might be difficult for Yunshen to believe in someone again, he still couldn't restrain the disappointment in his heart. He smiled and stroked Yunshen. With the thin outline of Shen's face, "Then Yunshen, what are your plans for the future?"
"I want to be alone for a while." Lianlian smiled slightly, "Brother Gu, don't worry about me, I will take care of myself now, and I will contact you when the limelight passes in a few days."
After saying that, he turned around and disappeared into the night, leaving Gu Xiyun alone, stroking the spot of the mole on his chest, looking at the direction of Yun Shen's departure, he walked so resolutely, he still called him Gu Xiyun. Brother, he still hasn't admitted that he is his uncle, and he still doesn't want to believe himself.
Gu Xiyun tidied up her clothes, smiled wryly, and rushed back to the palace.
Lengyue Guying, sitting alone on the roof looking at the cold moonlight, suddenly a faint voice passed by his ear, bit by bit his thoughts became blurred, everything in front of him became blurred, and there was a sudden blur in front of his eyes. Hei, then unconscious.
The sound of water dripping echoed in my ears, my body seemed to be a floating soul wandering in the air, the surroundings were cold and empty, suddenly, a white dragon flashed in front of me, and a roaring dragon chant yelled in my ears. The sound caused Yun Shen to cover his ears, and he woke up from the coma in an instant.
There was already cold sweat on his forehead, and when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he shrank back suddenly, got up from the ground neatly, drew out a machete and pointed at the two people in front of him vigilantly.
"Yun Shen..." I had been looking forward to this day for an unknown amount of time, and seeing Yun Shen standing in front of him alive, Zhang Rui was so excited that he couldn't speak.
"Don't come here." Zhang Ruigang took a step forward, Yun Shen's sword was already facing each other coldly, "What are you planning, Nalan Hairui, where is he, and what exactly do you want?!"
"Son, there are only two of us here. I just want to help you." Yun Shen looked at the person in front of him in surprise, and the black scorpion on his forehead reminded him that this seemingly kind old man was the person who had been feared for so many years. Poison King Black Scorpion.
"Why do you..." In his vague memory about those memory fragments in Yaowang Valley that year, he seems to vaguely remember that the old man in front of him should be a deceased person, why would he stand in front of him so alive? In a huge cave, all this was so strange that it was beyond his comprehension.
"Why do you think that I, an old man, should have reached the age of being buried?" Hei Scorpion smiled, and carefully looked at the wound on Yunshen's right cheek without any trace, "Rui'er, you said that your rot-removing and stasis-removing ointment is also Can't get rid of the scar on the right side of his face?"
"What are you going to do?" There was a strange aura about the black scorpion that made Yun Shen feel very strange, as if there was a power or another soul in his body that was about to move, which always kept flashing through his mind that dream that would repeat every night Those fuzzy smiles, that huge palace.
The body suddenly seemed to be attracted by a huge suction cup, and the body moved quickly towards the black scorpion. Before he could resist, he was firmly clamped by his pair of dead branches, unable to move, and then the clothes on his body were pulled When he got down, revealing the totem behind him, Yun Shen gasped and struggled desperately. The totem behind him was his biggest secret and the only thing that would kill him.
"Son, go to sleep, go to sleep, when you wake up, all the pain in your life will be gone." Hei Scorpion's murmur was like a hypnotic spell, and a burst of drowsiness swept over every corner of Yun Shen's body. As if soaked in a viscous liquid, the whole body was entangled with madness, and there were waves of burning on the back. The stinging pain was just like in memory, and the soul seemed to be forcibly Pulling away, there was a burst of chaos, and in an instant, miraculously, I stood in front of the sleeping pure white hall again.
He rushed into that gate desperately, he wanted to see the faces of those people clearly, he was fed up with the feeling of being kept in the dark, he wanted to know everything about himself, he wanted to know that he was carrying this burden What is the purpose of fate? Is it just to save those declining ancient nations? He is not reconciled that he was born as a tool to be used by others.
However, the more he thought about that door and ran, the door became farther and farther away from him, and even disappeared before his eyes bit by bit, and his desperate roar was drowned in the pure white, silently, suddenly His whole body fell backwards, as if he had fallen into a ball of cotton, and was firmly caught by an embrace. There seemed to be a person standing behind him. He wrapped himself in his embrace from behind, and his chin lightly rested on his chest. On his shoulder, a clear voice sounded in his ear, like a murmur of sympathy for the ambiguity in the world, "Bailong, ah, Bailong..."