One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

The residence of the great witch.

The snow was still falling, and the snow in the yard was thicker, and the dead branches were covered with frost.

Xiangtai sat under the eaves, looking at the dead tree in the yard.

Next to him was a disciple kneeling on the futon, making tea skillfully.

The disciple put the freshly brewed tea by the side of the stage, looked at the dead tree in the yard along the line of sight of the great witch, and said slowly, "Dawu, why don't we go to support Puzhou Dawu and the others?"

These days, Wushanju has received a lot of people who have fled.

There are also disciples of Wushanju, but the number is not many.

Except for the big brother and others, most of them are injured or have low strength. Those brothers and sisters with strong strength are still outside to deal with the elves.

There are not many disciples in Jingcheng, and many of them are not low in strength.

But the big witch asked them to stay in Jingcheng and not to go out.

This puzzled them.

"Mirror City is also very important."

The disciple was puzzled: "I know that Jingcheng and Dongshan should guard and help each other, in case a large number of elves appear in Dongshan. But there is Fengshan great witch in Dongshan, and there is a great witch in Jingcheng. You sit in town and send some disciples out, it will not affect..."

This eases the situation outside.

They are guarding Jingcheng now, and they have nothing to do at all. They hear the news from outside every day, and everyone is very anxious.

Xiangtai sighed and glanced at his own disciple, "Jingcheng is more important than Dongshan."

Xiangtai wanted to say something, but he suddenly sensed something, got up and looked in the direction of Zangshuge.

In the next second, Xiangtai's figure had disappeared, and his voice came from a distance, "Send someone to Zangshuge!"

The disciple didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly sent people to the direction of Zangshu Pavilion.

When the disciple arrived with his people, what he saw was the Zangshu Pavilion that had been set on fire.

And their big witch stood outside the Library Pavilion, who looked like he had fought against someone, with half of his sleeves missing, revealing his strong forearms.

"Great witch..."

"Pass down the order, Jingcheng is under martial law." Xiangtai said in a deep voice, "There are elves in the city."

After talking about the stage, he hurried away.

He has to contact Puzhou and Fengshan, some elves have found here, maybe they already know about the Lingzhu...

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Baicang Mountain.

Ling Qiong's face was numb from the wind and snow, and He Mian also threw her into the snow at this time, she quickly rubbed her face to get warm again.

He Mian also landed on the ground, and the light green wings were slowly disappearing.

The snow gradually became scarlet.

Ling Qiong raised her eyes and saw the blood dripping from He Mianye's fingertips.

"I remind you, be careful of witchcraft traps..." Lingqiong hurried forward, ignoring her numb face, "Let me see your injuries."

He Mian didn't mind shaking her hands.

Blood splattered onto the snow, forming a trail.

His movement was like flicking water droplets, as if just flicking it would be all right.

After throwing it away, He Mian also suddenly said, "You really can't kill Xiangtai."

"..." Dad wants to kill him, and there are plenty of ways! "Let me see your injury!"

He Mian also: "Small injury, no need."

He Mian also looked at her: "Where are the things?"

Where did she put the things they took out after so much effort to alarm the stage?

"You show me the wound first. Otherwise, you don't want to see those things."

"..." Is she threatening herself?

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Baicang Mountain is very big, Lingqiong bypassed the place where the avalanche was before, and found a place that could avoid the wind and snow.

He Mian also sat across from her with a sullen face, the clothes on the left side were taken off her shoulders, revealing her whole arm.

The hideous wound on his arm almost split his arm in half.

After Lingqiong arrived in Jingcheng, she took a lot of medicines that could cure her injuries.

But these medicines, for He Mianye, seemed to have mediocre effects, and they didn't even stop the bleeding smoothly.

He Mian also said calmly: "This is the injury of the great witch, ordinary medicine has no effect."

The little girl frowned, tried many ways, and finally stopped the bleeding.

"Things." He Mian didn't care about his own injuries, but more about the things he brought out from Cangshu Pavilion.

Ling Qiong took out a box from the game backpack.

The box is half the height of a person, and it is full of books and some manuscripts.

He Mian is also more interested in those manuscripts.

Ling Qiong took the book casually and opened it——

In the fifty-seventh year of Penghai, there was a great earthquake in Dongshan and the rise of Huaguang. You sent people to investigate and returned with a young girl.

This woman is completely different from the people in Penghai, she has different skills, has wings, the wings are as thin as a cicada's clothes, her eyes are different colors, she is good at bewitching, and she claims to be an elf.

This woman has a pure appearance, and her name is Fumeng.

You are very happy, and you are imprisoned in Yilan Hall.

The courtiers remonstrated to death, fearing that her daughter's origin is unknown, she is different from our family, and may hurt the body of Wanshou.

The king ordered people to break their wings and be imprisoned.

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The king loved Fumeng very much, and imprisoned him in Yilan Hall, intending to accept him as his concubine.

But the ministers in the court objected, thinking that her origin was unknown, and it was extremely unsafe to be placed next to the king.

The king accepted this opinion and ordered someone to cut off Fumeng's wings.

After confirming that Fumeng without wings was not that dangerous, the courtiers could do nothing to the king.

The king loved Fumeng very much, but Fumeng didn't appreciate it, and repeatedly contradicted him.

After Fumeng ran away repeatedly, she finally ran out of patience and handed her over to Shen Xingsi who had always wanted to find out Fumeng's origin.

The Department of Shenxing, formerly the Department of Shenxing, is the sword and sword of the king, specializing in doing things that are not visible.

Because of his bloody and domineering style, he later changed his name to Shenxingsi.

Fumeng was imprisoned in the Shenxing Division, and what awaited her would be purgatory.

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Ling Qiong turned to the last page, and the record stopped at Fu Meng's death.

This was obviously transcribed by someone, not the real original.

He Mian also said that no one cared about the fate of the first elf who came over.

Who in the end provoked the culprit first.

According to the records, the first elf that came over did not hurt anyone.

Ling Qiong glanced at the other side, He Mian was also reading those manuscripts, some kind of storm was brewing in her black eyes.

Ling Qiong observed him for a while, and saw that he was just not happy, and there was no other change, so she continued to look at other things.

These books are almost all records about the elves.

From their habits, types, strength...

There are also some descriptions about Dongshan.

From the description, the passage in Dongshan is very spectacular, not the one under the Elf Tower that can only be passed by one person.

In these contents, the word "Lingzhu" is frequently mentioned.

But there is no more detailed record about this spirit bead.

Ling Qiong turned out the card, stared at the word 'bead of dust' and stared blankly for a while.

She closed the book in her hand and moved to the opposite side, "What is Lingzhu?"

If you don't understand, just ask.

She felt that He Mian definitely knew.

He Mian also heard the words, first took a look at the book Ling Qiong threw on the ground at random, and finally gave only four words: "My clan's treasure."

Ling Qiong thought about it, and boldly guessed: "You are looking for it?"

He Mian neither admitted nor denied it.

Ling Qiong sorted out the existing clues, "Did it follow the elf named Fumeng to Penghai?"

"Have you seen the record about her?"

"Um."

He Mian also asked Ling Qiong to show him.

He Mian simply scanned the book, then threw the book into the fire, "You humans really like to distort the facts."

As a human being she felt offended.

How can the group be blamed for what a small number of people do!

She is very kind, okay? !

"Is the record incorrect?" Ling Qiong looked at the flames of the book, "Then tell me."