"Fart, soul ferryman, I'm still the Emperor of the Heavenly Qi Rensheng of the Difu!"

Zhao Wushuang snorted coldly, his figure moved, hugged Xiao Huang, and shot in the direction where the boat was coming.

On the single-plank bridge, Qin Keqing stared at the old man on the boat, couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and muttered in a low voice, "Here, it's getting more and more evil!" ”

On the other side, Zhao Wushuang stood on the shore, looking at the boat swaying in the distance, as if it would be overturned by the stormy waves at any time, "I want to see who you are!" ”

Soon, the boat was docked.

Before Zhao Wushuang could get closer, the old man on the boat slowly bent down and lowered his sculls, "The slave has seen the prince!" ”

"Huh?"

Zhao Wushuang was taken aback by the old man's sudden move, "Lord Wang? What prince? ”

"Lord Wang, please get on the boat!"

"Humph!"

Staring at the old man in a navy blue shroud with a face like wax, the corners of Zhao Wushuang's mouth flashed with a hint of sarcasm, "I'm curious, what the hell are you going to do!" ”

With that, Zhao Wushuang stepped directly onto the boat.

"Sit tightly, this river is fierce, there will be bumps!" The old man's voice was cold and hoarse, like two pieces of iron rubbing against each other.

"Let's sail!"

Zhao Wushuang sat at the end of the boat with wide openings and closing, holding Xiao Huang in one hand, and staring coldly at the old man who was rowing.

On the single-plank bridge, Qin Keqing stared at the boat that was slowly rowing to the middle of the long river, and suddenly shouted, "Run, run, the boat is sinking." ”

Obviously, there was a distance of more than 1,000 meters between the single-plank bridge and the small boat, but Zhao Wushuang, who was sitting on the bow of the boat, didn't seem to be able to hear it, and no matter how Qin Keqing shouted, he was indifferent.

On the small boat, Zhao Wushuang was still staring at the old man, but his eyes were blank.

The old man swayed his oars mechanically, and the boat sank inch by inch, "Lord Wang, let's get to the house soon, sit tight!" ”

"Boom la la !!"

A huge wave rolled up and directly submerged the boat.

"Zao Wou-shuang !!"

Qin Keqing, who was standing on the single-plank bridge, shouted desperately, but in the blink of an eye, the boat had disappeared without a trace.

"How so?"

Qin Keqing's beautiful eyes were full of despair, "What the hell is going on?" I was called Meng Po, and the Heihe River appeared, and the single-plank bridge appeared. Zhao Wushuang was once named the king of the word side by side by Ye Feng, and an old man who called him the prince appeared, and said to take him back to the palace...... Could it be that everything here is an illusion? Is it made from our memories? ”

"Wang !!"

Suddenly!

A dog howled.

The howl is brittle, but extremely penetrating.

"Boom la la !!"

The long dark river suddenly tumbled violently, and huge whirlpools kept emerging, as if a peerless demon was about to be born.

Qin Keqing hurriedly poked his head out, looking at the movement in the dark river below, only to see that the sinking boat gradually emerged, the lantern he wore had been extinguished, and the old man who was paddling had disappeared.

Zhao Wushuang had a cold face, standing at the bow of the boat, Xiao Huang, who was curled up in his arms and sleeping, with his hair standing on end and grinning.

Suddenly, Qin Keqing raised his head suddenly, but the sky was gray and he couldn't see anything.

"Not a reflection !!"

Qin Keqing's beautiful eyes widened, and in the long river of darkness, a huge bright moon became clearer and clearer.

It is the bright moon that rises from the dark river, not the reflection that falls in the sky.

"Boom !!"

The heavens and the earth shook, and the dark river seemed to come alive, turning into a demon dragon, but it let out a miserable cry.

Zhao Wushuang's expression changed slightly, and he kicked suddenly, holding Xiao Huang and rising into the air.

However, the Haoyue rising from the dark river was too big, and even with Zhao Wushuang's speed, it could not escape the range of Haoyue.

"Buzz !!"

"Lord Wang, enter the mansion!"

In the bright moon, a soft voice sounded, and a palatial mansion appeared.

"Wang !!"

Xiao Huang shouted again, and waves of strange power swept towards Haoyue.

Kiss!!

Suddenly, a wave of light rose and landed directly on Xiao Huang's body, shaking it away from Zhao Wushuang's arms.

At the moment when Xiao Huang was shaken away, Zhao Wushuang felt that his body was falling towards Haoyue uncontrollably.

"Break my !!"

"Boom!!"

Zhao Wushuang struggled and took out his collection for many years, but he still couldn't break the shackles of this bright moon.

"Lord, go back to the house and rest!"

The old man in the shroud reappeared, standing behind Zhao Wushuang with his hands down.

"Dead !!"

Zhao Wushuang turned around suddenly, the cold light in his eyes flickered, his right hand formed a fist, and the whole person seemed to turn into a line, passing through the old man's eyebrows.

However, the old man didn't seem to feel the pain, and slowly turned around, "Lord Wang, it's not too early, it's time to rest!" ”

"Damn!"

Meeting the old man's cold gaze, at this moment, goosebumps stood up all over Zhao Wushuang's body.

Looking at Zhao Wushuang who was trapped by Haoyue, Qin Keqing blinked and glanced around, "I'm Meng Po, trapped in Nai He Bridge." He is the prince, so he is trapped in the palace......"

"Solstice!"

Suddenly, a childish voice sounded.

Xiao Huang's eyes were full of exhaustion, staring at Haoyue who trapped Zhao Wushuang, "Nourish the gods with the gods, nourish the yin with the yang, what a ruthless means!" ”

Haoyue, no, it should be in the cloudy day, Zhao Wushuang stared at Xiao Huang who suddenly spoke, "What did you just say?" Nourish God with God? ”

"Yes, nourish the gods with the gods, this cloudy day contains the breath of the star turtle, this cloudy day should be the will star of the fallen star turtle at the beginning, but now it has been plundered by people with a strange god-raising method, and transformed into a cloudy day."

"Nie Xiaoqian!"

Zhao Wushuang's face showed a complicated expression, he heard Ye Feng mention Nie Xiaoqian's cultivation technique, the Jiuyang Ming Divine Technique, which is the top-level technique of cultivating gods with gods.

However, Zhao Wushuang couldn't figure out why Nie Xiaoqian wanted to deal with herself, she should trap herself.

"No, I'm so tired!"

Suddenly, Xiao Huang's body staggered and fell towards the ground, "Xiao Wushuang, hold on to yourself, don't be confused by the method of cultivating gods, otherwise, you will become the nutrients of the method of cultivating gods, and after I transform, I will come to save you!" ”

On the single-plank bridge, Qin Keqing's face turned pale, and her lips trembled, "Husband, madam, let me go, let me go......"

"Buzz !!"

In the horrified gaze of Qin Keqing and Zhao Wushuang, a graceful figure suddenly appeared in the air, her face was blurred, and vaguely, she could see that behind her, there were nine hazy figures, like ghosts.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Nie Xiaoqian's blue green silk shawl, her beautiful face was covered with tears, and there was only self-blame and remorse in her beautiful eyes.

Abruptly, Nie Xiaoqian's long eyelashes trembled slightly, only pure sharpness remained in her beautiful eyes, her jade hand was raised, and she slowly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "What a soft-hearted little girl!" ”

"Who are you?" A cold light flashed in Zhao Wushuang's eyes, "If you dare to snatch my brother-in-law's body, you should be damned!" ”

"Giggles, I'm Nie Xiaoqian."

[Let's break out tomorrow, five watches in the evening. ] Today's April Fool's Day, do you believe what Lao Long said? 】

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