Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Outside North Los Angeles.

In a corner of the endless plain, a carriage stopped quietly, the horse's nostrils hummed with heat, and chewed the green grass on the plain.

The moonlight sprinkled deep from the air, making the plain silver-covered, extremely cold and beautiful.

The curtain of the carriage opened.

The rickety old man got off the carriage and took his hand, looking at the looming Beiluo city in the night.

The driver was Mo Shougui with a broken arm. His face was pale and he followed Mobei Ke.

"Shougui, what time is it now?"

"In another tea time, it will be ugly." Mo Shougui's voice was hoarse.

He looked at Beiluocheng with cold in his eyes.

After all, his arm was cut by Ning Zhao, and Ning Zhao was Lord Shao's maidservant. This hatred naturally fell on Master Lu.

"It's ugly..."

Mobei Ke took a deep breath and his eyes were trembling.

According to the agreement, once mastering Beiluo City, Yin Lun's Zhu Zi Wei Luan will release the signal, however...

From the childhood, it is now ugly.

The city of Beiluo is still terrible, and the quiet makes people panic, like a dormant viper, exuding coldness in the darkness.

"Failed……"

Mobei Ke felt a little stunned and exhaled a breath. The late night wind was a little cold, and his beard fluttered gently.

"Shougui, quickly whip to North County."

Mobeike got into the carriage again.

"Well."

Mo Shougui held the whip in one arm and pulled it violently. The carriage suddenly turned and drove away quickly.

When the wind blows, Mo Shougui's long hair flutters, looking back at Beiluo City, and there is a wisp of hatred in his eyes.

...

The edge of Wolongling.

A bonfire was burning, illuminating the depth of the surrounding dense forest.

On the carpet covered with hay, there was a graceful figure lying on the side.

Xiang Shaoyun was sitting by the campfire, he was breathing aura, and the dark magic energy around him was constantly flowing.

"Reversing the immortal method is magic skills..."

"When you read a fairy, do you miss a demon?"

Xiang Shaoyun murmured.

This time, he was almost on the verge of dying, but he sold a soul to the demon, transformed into a demon, killed a way of life, and survived.

He looked back and saw Luo Mingsang, who was sleeping on the hay, Xiang Shaoyun's face disappeared, leaving only gentleness.

Seeing the woman's quiet face, the years are quiet, he has no regrets.

In fact, he didn't have any thoughts of calling for hegemony.

He unleashed a uprising just to make her the most honorable woman in the world and let her have everything.

In fact, Xiang Shaoyun's favorite is the most martial art and the ultimate in his own strength.

It is said that Tiehan has tenderness, and Xiang Shaoyun is no exception.

His inner softness is Luo Mingsang.

From small to large green plum bamboo horse.

However, turning his head back and looking at the burning campfire, Xiang Shaoyun's gaze grew colder, bursting with terrifying murderous air.

"Mobeike..."

"Unfortunately, I haven't been able to kill me. Since I haven't killed me, this world... will never fall into your Mo family!"

Xiang Shaoyun's deep voice tears the night.

When Xiang Shaoyun stared at the bonfire.

On the hay, the woman's long eyelashes twitched slightly on the side, looking at the bonfire sitting on the plate, and the back of the scarred body, such as the tender eyes of the bright stars.

After tenderness, it was a struggle, pain and sorrow intertwined.

She closed her eyes.

Some murmured in my heart.

"Shaoyun, Mingsang is not worth it to you, not worth it."

...

Drunk Dragon City.

The fog was misty, and the whole city was like Beiluo, falling into a dead silence,

Outside the farmyard.

Wearing silver armor and covering his muzzle and nose with white cloth, Jiang Li held the helmet with one hand and looked at the courtyard with deep eyes, and he could see the young girl in the farmhouse who fell into sleep because of the Yin and Yang fireflies.

The girl's sweet sleep is like a good dream, the dimples on her cheeks are blooming like peach, and the pretty face is slightly red.

Jiang Li was expressionless, then he put on his helmet and turned away.

Walking a few steps, his thumb and index finger pressed against his lips in a circle, like a whistle.

A white horse rushed towards the night, and white horse bristles flew.

Jiang Li's figure fell on the white horse. The white horse was saddled with a long gun, and he carried an unsheathed rusty sword around his waist.

After being mounted, Jiang Li took a kick and started with a spear.

Turned into a white awn, running on the Long Street of Zuilongcheng in the dark.

Several figures, covering their mouths and noses, followed behind Jiang Li and slid into the vast night of Drunk Dragon City.

On the long street.

The alchemists of the Yin-Yang family appeared like ghosts.

There are organs and animals roaring, there are guts flying...

Bloody and rainy winds swept the drunk dragon city.

Jiang Li's gaze was like a torch, and the white horse's horseshoe burst, like a raindrop. He held a spear and silver armor, and led his men like a sharp sword, puncturing the darkness brought by the alchemists.

This is a bloody night.

Compared to the crushing of Beiluocheng.

The war of Drunk Dragon City is normal cruelty.

The horror of the alchemists of the Yin and Yang family was most vividly displayed on this night, and there were also the organ beasts of the organist and the Ranger of the Mo family.

The three are like horrible big hands, destroying the strong defense of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

When the first light of dawn emerged from the end of the horizon, it jumped out and spread across the earth.

On the long streets of bloody night, there was a clang of armor.

Jiang Li stepped out of the body step by step. He threw his spear on the ground and put his hand on the rusty sword hilt of his unsheathed waist. He sighed with breath. Behind him, shattered machine beasts piled on the ground. The body of the alchemist...

Of course, there are corpses belonging to him.

Jiang Li looked numb. He had seen too many deaths, and he was used to it.

Dawn Chenhui shone on his face, making him squint.

Behind him, a woman covered in blood followed him.

"Handle the body..."

"Wait for everyone to wake up and defend the city."

Jiang Li Road.

"Well."

The woman responded tiredly, seeing Jiang Li's rusty sword unsheathed at her waist, and fanaticism suddenly appeared in her eyes.

Lord Jiang's Rust Sword never came out, indicating that this crisis was nothing.

Looking at Jiang Li's blood-staining step by step, leaving with blood covered, the fanaticism in the woman's eyes disappeared, with a little complexity, she knew where Jiang Li was going, she did not bother with the past.

Farmhouse.

Jiang Li took off his helmet and took off the blood cloth covering his mouth and nose. His hair was a little messy.

He entered the farmhouse, the candlelight was about to burn out, and looked at the cheek of the quiet sleeping girl. He stretched out his hand and trembled, fearing that the blood would stain her face, so he pulled it back.

Walking to the door of the farm house, the sword sat on the threshold, the waist was straight, looking at the dawn of the broken clouds in the sky.

Look at Yunjuanyunshu and wait for the girl to wake up.

Inside the house.

The girl woke up leisurely and saw a burly figure sitting on the threshold.

She exclaimed and sat up violently, Xiaofeng Yi, a chicken cub sleeping on her chest, was suddenly thrown out.

He fell beside the bloody figure sitting in front of the threshold.

Jiang Li glanced blankly at the chicken cub, looked at the girl on the bed again, and raised her eyebrows.

"This is... the chicken that made soup today?"

There was a blush on Bai Qingniao's face.

"When did you come, Uncle Jiang?"

She was frightened, pinched Xiaofeng into the chest, and hurried to the kitchen.

"Tang is ready, Uncle Jiang, wait..."

After a while.

Jiang Li put his blood-stained helmet on the ground, drinking orange chicken soup and eating fragrant chicken.

The white blue bird reached his chin, staring at Jiang Li who was drinking soup and eating chicken, his eyes narrowed into crescents.

The first time she saw Jiang Li covered in blood, she was really scared.

However, after seeing more, she got used to it and was not afraid of blood.

She just likes watching him drink soup quietly, what did he do, or what did he kill, what does it have to do with her?

A pot of soup bottomed out.

Jiang Li wiped the oil from his mouth.

Stand up.

"I am leaving."

He left after drinking the soup, and he stayed soon.

"That chicken... fattening point." Jiang Li came to the door and stopped, said.

He glanced at Xiao Fengyi, who had a head in the placket of the white blue bird's chest, his lips flicked.

He is definitely not sour that chicken cub.

It's just simple... I think that chicken soup may be delicious.

...

Dazhou, Dijing.

At dawn.

The morning sun's warmth spread across the earth.

Outside the Imperial City, there are six fast horses. The sound of horseshoes bursts like raindrops and rushes into Beijing without slowing down.

These six fast horses are from Dijing's six big fortresses, and there are urgent news to be passed.

The main hall of the palace.

After reading the six urgent items, Yu Wenxiu threw it out suddenly, and was furious. He slapped it on the dragon chair, and the shock lingered in the hall.

The hundred officials looked at each other, and some of the big officials who got the information bowed their heads, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out.

The eunuch picked up the dispatch.

"Read!"

Yu Wenxiu ordered with a cold face.

The old eunuch did not dare to be rebellious, and read the urgent news with a sharp voice.

Suddenly, the hundred officials shocked!

The six big moats of Emperor Jing in Dazhou were attacked.

The four cities of Beiluo, Zuilong, Wangtian, and Pingnan were difficult to defend. The original city host of the two cities of Chi and Tongan were killed.

Yu Wenxiu looked at the Baiguan who only knew shock, and his face was full of disappointment.

Waving his sleeves back, he hurried to the bookstore.

...

When the imperial capital was shaken by the incident of the six major moats.

Beiluocheng, Lufu.

The morning light sprinkled.

Bring up the morning and comfort.

Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair and drinking porridge.

In front of him, Ni Yu tied the ball head, tears and whirling eyes, thumped his chest and stomped his feet, his eyes looked down.