Chapter 486
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All kinds of chaotic emotions filled the mind of the knife, like a flash of streamer, he wanted to stop all this, but scene after scene of the picture is still eroding his mind.
The knife has a headache to crack and a few want to be mad.
In the end, these pictures are all turned into a face which has been destroyed by lava, which is the appearance of the last side of the knife to see the mountain.
Xue Dao's inner pain was even more than that of his broken arm. So he let out a roar again, opened his eyes suddenly, and covered his head with his left hand, and gasped violently.
Then a blue and white porcelain vase appeared in his eyes. At the same time, there was a clear female voice in his ear:
"young scouts, you now have a time to recover and recall. After a stick of incense, follow me to face the saint!"
The original dark and cold face of Xiaodao became extremely pale and empty due to excessive blood loss, and his lips were also dry and cracked. Then he raised his hand and held the purification liquid, drank five bottles in a row, opened his mouth gently, and asked a question in a very hoarse voice:
"how is Shanzi
"The Xia expeditionary army almost turned over the whole underground cave of Nanman and found no trace of him."
After crescent moon finished answering, the knife did not open his mouth again and said a word. He just sat in the same place.
"It's time. Follow me."
Originally thin, at this time, the more bony knife, with his left hand supporting the bed, gradually regained the coldness of the elite Scouts of the great Xia yulongguan, clenched his teeth, slowly stood up, and then some hobbled to follow the crescent moon.
At the same time, in the incense waiting for the arrival of the knife, the small world of floating island lights up continuously, and more and more people gather around Zhao Yu. Sima Annan in white still holds a folding fan in his hand, but if you look at his face carefully, you will find that he is still a little pale. After all, the crime of stealing time and fate is for anyone As far as it is concerned, they can't bear it easily and have to pay a great price.
In addition to Sima Annan and scholar yuan Bai, the two great aides, the military department and the supervisor of Sitian also came to several officials with two thick piles of files, all of which were related to the missing scouting army Shanjiang, including his life information and Peng Mu's specific account of the inner battle of Aishan.
Zhao Yu raised his hand and opened the top of the file. After reading it, his face turned to a congealed one. The first sentence on it was:
ginger, the only son of shanwenbai, Shaoyin in the capital city.
"I learned earlier today that Wenbai, Shaoyin mountain in the capital city, had been infected with wind and cold, was seriously ill and had been at home for more than half a month. Could this be the case?"
In front of Zhao Yu, an official of the Ministry of government stepped forward and said respectfully:
"Your Majesty, the Lord shaoyinshan of the capital city government has indeed taken leave for a long time because of the wind cold. Moreover, the wind cold is very strange. The adults in the Tai hospital have no way to deal with it, and even the divine medicine of his majesty has little effect."
"Let's hold it for the time being and let shanwenbo know when he is better."
After that, Zhao Yu handed Sima Annan and Yuan Bai, who had finished reading the files, and continued to tap their fingers on the white jade table. Somehow, he felt that there was a very strange feeling in the dark.
Before long, the figure of Xiaodao appeared in front of Zhao Yu. After he had bowed and flattened his body, the former's back was still straight under the gaze of the eyes, and the former's back was still straight, and it was put out of the memory tray in the bottom of the southern barbarians.
However, the information of the knife is not much, or even very few, because it is in a coma most of the time. The only useful thing is that he saw the shadow before he was knocked out and the mountain whose face was completely destroyed.
"According to Shanzi, the analysis of the whole underground cave has confirmed that the scouting ginger met the man in the mirror of the great national master in the underground cave, and there was a fierce fight between them."
After the knife was finished, Sima Annan's clear voice continued to ring, and then he stopped for a few moments. Then he continued to speak with dignity:
"and the most important thing is that the man in the mirror of the great national master was killed."
As soon as this was said, all the officials of the Ministry, including the knife, who was very familiar with Shanzi, showed a look of shock. Although they did not know how strong the great master was, he could make the young emperor attach so much importance to it. He sent three of the world's top great masters to surround and kill them. After using them, they all knew that the so-called man in the mirror must surpass the fate of his palm.
Can a 20-year-old young scoundrel kill a top master when fighting head-on?
Before Zhao Yu ascended the throne, they would never believe it. But at this time, the living example of the invincible young emperor was in front of them, and they were still shocked.
Sima Annan slowly stood up, rolled the folding fan in his hand, and then gently tapped his palm to give people some time to digest. After that, he continued to open his mouth and said:
"everything in the world is possible. We don't care how Shanjiang killed the man in the mirror, but in terms of the result, it is the death of the man in the mirror. We pursue the last trace of the great national master The connection is cut off and the young Scout is missing, so we need to make sure that he is still aliveAfter he finished speaking, Sima Annan turned his eyes to Xue Dao, who was still standing still below, and his clear voice continued to ring.
"It's a miracle that you can still live, but what you should thank most is your scouting partner. When we first saw you, there were a lot of dried blood on your lips and on your whole cheek. Therefore, it was ginger that hanged your life with its own blood. Can you give me a drop of your blood to confirm whether he is still alive Alive? "
"Certainly."
Xue Dao did not have any hesitation, stretched out his left index finger, and used his thumb nail to buckle forward fiercely, a drop of blood then flew out.
Sima Annan stretched out his right hand. On his right hand, a golden lotus reappeared and rotated leisurely, like a burning golden flame. At the same time, the drop of blood belonging to Xue Dao rose and fell up and down, and was constantly evaporated, leaving only a trace of invisible gold mist suspended on it.
It belongs to ginger blood!
Then, under everyone's gaze, Jinlian absorbs all the floating gold mist, and then slowly develops outward. At the same time, a dark picture appears on the top of Jinlian. The internal scene can't be seen clearly, but a clear voice comes out:
"summer is not your country. Go to the north, far north snow plain, glass city."
The sound falls, the golden lotus is broken, and everyone changes color.
He opened his mouth and roared. Then he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell back straight.
"No way, Shanzi can't be treason!"
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All kinds of chaotic emotions filled the mind of the knife, like a flash of streamer, he wanted to stop all this, but scene after scene of the picture is still eroding his mind.
The knife has a headache to crack and a few want to be mad.
In the end, these pictures are all turned into a face which has been destroyed by lava, which is the appearance of the last side of the knife to see the mountain.
Xue Dao's inner pain was even more than that of his broken arm. So he let out a roar again, opened his eyes suddenly, and covered his head with his left hand, and gasped violently.
Then a blue and white porcelain vase appeared in his eyes. At the same time, there was a clear female voice in his ear:
"young scouts, you now have a time to recover and recall. After a stick of incense, follow me to face the saint!"
The original dark and cold face of Xiaodao became extremely pale and empty due to excessive blood loss, and his lips were also dry and cracked. Then he raised his hand and held the purification liquid, drank five bottles in a row, opened his mouth gently, and asked a question in a very hoarse voice:
"how is Shanzi
"The Xia expeditionary army almost turned over the whole underground cave of Nanman and found no trace of him."
After crescent moon finished answering, the knife did not open his mouth again and said a word. He just sat in the same place.
"It's time. Follow me."
Originally thin, at this time, the more bony knife, with his left hand supporting the bed, gradually regained the coldness of the elite Scouts of the great Xia yulongguan, clenched his teeth, slowly stood up, and then some hobbled to follow the crescent moon.
At the same time, in the incense waiting for the arrival of the knife, the small world of floating island lights up continuously, and more and more people gather around Zhao Yu. Sima Annan in white still holds a folding fan in his hand, but if you look at his face carefully, you will find that he is still a little pale. After all, the crime of stealing time and fate is for anyone As far as it is concerned, they can't bear it easily and have to pay a great price.
In addition to Sima Annan and scholar yuan Bai, the two great aides, the military department and the supervisor of Sitian also came to several officials with two thick piles of files, all of which were related to the missing scouting army Shanjiang, including his life information and Peng Mu's specific account of the inner battle of Aishan.
Zhao Yu raised his hand and opened the top of the file. After reading it, his face turned to a congealed one. The first sentence on it was:
ginger, the only son of shanwenbai, Shaoyin in the capital city.
"I learned earlier today that Wenbai, Shaoyin mountain in the capital city, had been infected with wind and cold, was seriously ill and had been at home for more than half a month. Could this be the case?"
In front of Zhao Yu, an official of the Ministry of government stepped forward and said respectfully:
"Your Majesty, the Lord shaoyinshan of the capital city government has indeed taken leave for a long time because of the wind cold. Moreover, the wind cold is very strange. The adults in the Tai hospital have no way to deal with it, and even the divine medicine of his majesty has little effect."
"Let's hold it for the time being and let shanwenbo know when he is better."
After that, Zhao Yu handed Sima Annan and Yuan Bai, who had finished reading the files, and continued to tap their fingers on the white jade table. Somehow, he felt that there was a very strange feeling in the dark.
Before long, the figure of Xiaodao appeared in front of Zhao Yu. After he had bowed and flattened his body, the former's back was still straight under the gaze of the eyes, and the former's back was still straight, and it was put out of the memory tray in the bottom of the southern barbarians.
However, the information of the knife is not much, or even very few, because it is in a coma most of the time. The only useful thing is that he saw the shadow before he was knocked out and the mountain whose face was completely destroyed.
"According to Shanzi, the analysis of the whole underground cave has confirmed that the scouting ginger met the man in the mirror of the great national master in the underground cave, and there was a fierce fight between them."
After the knife was finished, Sima Annan's clear voice continued to ring, and then he stopped for a few moments. Then he continued to speak with dignity:
"and the most important thing is that the man in the mirror of the great national master was killed."
As soon as this was said, all the officials of the Ministry, including the knife, who was very familiar with Shanzi, showed a look of shock. Although they did not know how strong the great master was, he could make the young emperor attach so much importance to it. He sent three of the world's top great masters to surround and kill them. After using them, they all knew that the so-called man in the mirror must surpass the fate of his palm.
Can a 20-year-old young scoundrel kill a top master when fighting head-on?
Before Zhao Yu ascended the throne, they would never believe it. But at this time, the living example of the invincible young emperor was in front of them, and they were still shocked.
Sima Annan slowly stood up, rolled the folding fan in his hand, and then gently tapped his palm to give people some time to digest. After that, he continued to open his mouth and said:
"everything in the world is possible. We don't care how Shanjiang killed the man in the mirror, but in terms of the result, it is the death of the man in the mirror. We pursue the last trace of the great national master The connection is cut off and the young Scout is missing, so we need to make sure that he is still aliveAfter he finished speaking, Sima Annan turned his eyes to Xue Dao, who was still standing still below, and his clear voice continued to ring.
"It's a miracle that you can still live, but what you should thank most is your scouting partner. When we first saw you, there were a lot of dried blood on your lips and on your whole cheek. Therefore, it was ginger that hanged your life with its own blood. Can you give me a drop of your blood to confirm whether he is still alive Alive? "
"Certainly."
Xue Dao did not have any hesitation, stretched out his left index finger, and used his thumb nail to buckle forward fiercely, a drop of blood then flew out.
Sima Annan stretched out his right hand. On his right hand, a golden lotus reappeared and rotated leisurely, like a burning golden flame. At the same time, the drop of blood belonging to Xue Dao rose and fell up and down, and was constantly evaporated, leaving only a trace of invisible gold mist suspended on it.
It belongs to ginger blood!
Then, under everyone's gaze, Jinlian absorbs all the floating gold mist, and then slowly develops outward. At the same time, a dark picture appears on the top of Jinlian. The internal scene can't be seen clearly, but a clear voice comes out:
"summer is not your country. Go to the north, far north snow plain, glass city."
The sound falls, the golden lotus is broken, and everyone changes color.
He opened his mouth and roared. Then he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell back straight.
"No way, Shanzi can't be treason!"
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All kinds of chaotic emotions filled the mind of the knife, like a flash of streamer, he wanted to stop all this, but scene after scene of the picture is still eroding his mind. The knife has a headache to crack and a few want to be mad. In the end, these pictures are all turned into a face which has been destroyed by lava, which is the appearance of the last side of the knife to see the mountain. Xue Dao's inner pain was even more than that of his broken arm. So he let out a roar again, opened his eyes suddenly, and covered his head with his left hand, and gasped violently. Then a blue and white porcelain vase appeared in his eyes. At the same time, there was a clear female voice in his ear: "young scouts, you now have a time to recover and recall. After a stick of incense, follow me to face the saint!" The original dark and cold face of Xiaodao became extremely pale and empty due to excessive blood loss, and his lips were also dry and cracked. Then he raised his hand and held the purification liquid, drank five bottles in a row, opened his mouth gently, and asked a question in a very hoarse voice: "how is Shanzi "The Xia expeditionary army almost turned over the whole underground cave of Nanman and found no trace of him." After crescent moon finished answering, the knife did not open his mouth again and said a word. He just sat in the same place. "It's time. Follow me." Originally thin, at this time, the more bony knife, with his left hand supporting the bed, gradually regained the coldness of the elite Scouts of the great Xia yulongguan, clenched his teeth, slowly stood up, and then some hobbled to follow the crescent moon. At the same time, in the incense waiting for the arrival of the knife, the small world of floating island lights up continuously, and more and more people gather around Zhao Yu. Sima Annan in white still holds a folding fan in his hand, but if you look at his face carefully, you will find that he is still a little pale. After all, the crime of stealing time and fate is for anyone As far as it is concerned, they can't bear it easily and have to pay a great price. In addition to Sima Annan and scholar yuan Bai, the two great aides, the military department and the supervisor of Sitian also came to several officials with two thick piles of files, all of which were related to the missing scouting army Shanjiang, including his life information and Peng Mu's specific account of the inner battle of Aishan. Zhao Yu raised his hand and opened the top of the file. After reading it, his face turned to a congealed one. The first sentence on it was: ginger, the only son of shanwenbai, Shaoyin in the capital city. "I learned earlier today that Wenbai, Shaoyin mountain in the capital city, had been infected with wind and cold, was seriously ill and had been at home for more than half a month. Could this be the case?" In front of Zhao Yu, an official of the Ministry of government stepped forward and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the Lord shaoyinshan of the capital city government has indeed taken leave for a long time because of the wind cold. Moreover, the wind cold is very strange. The adults in the Tai hospital have no way to deal with it, and even the divine medicine of his majesty has little effect." "Let's hold it for the time being and let shanwenbo know when he is better." After that, Zhao Yu handed Sima Annan and Yuan Bai, who had finished reading the files, and continued to tap their fingers on the white jade table. Somehow, he felt that there was a very strange feeling in the dark. Before long, the figure of Xiaodao appeared in front of Zhao Yu. After he had bowed and flattened his body, the former's back was still straight under the gaze of the eyes, and the former's back was still straight, and it was put out of the memory tray in the bottom of the southern barbarians. However, the information of the knife is not much, or even very few, because it is in a coma most of the time. The only useful thing is that he saw the shadow before he was knocked out and the mountain whose face was completely destroyed. "According to Shanzi, the analysis of the whole underground cave has confirmed that the scouting ginger met the man in the mirror of the great national master in the underground cave, and there was a fierce fight between them." After the knife was finished, Sima Annan's clear voice continued to ring, and then he stopped for a few moments. Then he continued to speak with dignity: "and the most important thing is that the man in the mirror of the great national master was killed." As soon as this was said, all the officials of the Ministry, including the knife, who was very familiar with Shanzi, showed a look of shock. Although they did not know how strong the great master was, he could make the young emperor attach so much importance to it. He sent three of the world's top great masters to surround and kill them. After using them, they all knew that the so-called man in the mirror must surpass the fate of his palm. Can a 20-year-old young scoundrel kill a top master when fighting head-on? Before Zhao Yu ascended the throne, they would never believe it. But at this time, the living example of the invincible young emperor was in front of them, and they were still shocked. Sima Annan slowly stood up, rolled the folding fan in his hand, and then gently tapped his palm to give people some time to digest. After that, he continued to open his mouth and said: "everything in the world is possible. We don't care how Shanjiang killed the man in the mirror, but in terms of the result, it is the death of the man in the mirror. We pursue the last trace of the great national master The connection is cut off and the young Scout is missing, so we need to make sure that he is still aliveAfter he finished speaking, Sima Annan turned his eyes to Xue Dao, who was still standing still below, and his clear voice continued to ring. "It's a miracle that you can still live, but what you should thank most is your scouting partner. When we first saw you, there were a lot of dried blood on your lips and on your whole cheek. Therefore, it was ginger that hanged your life with its own blood. Can you give me a drop of your blood to confirm whether he is still alive Alive? " "Certainly." Xue Dao did not have any hesitation, stretched out his left index finger, and used his thumb nail to buckle forward fiercely, a drop of blood then flew out. Sima Annan stretched out his right hand. On his right hand, a golden lotus reappeared and rotated leisurely, like a burning golden flame. At the same time, the drop of blood belonging to Xue Dao rose and fell up and down, and was constantly evaporated, leaving only a trace of invisible gold mist suspended on it. It belongs to ginger blood! Then, under everyone's gaze, Jinlian absorbs all the floating gold mist, and then slowly develops outward. At the same time, a dark picture appears on the top of Jinlian. The internal scene can't be seen clearly, but a clear voice comes out: "summer is not your country. Go to the north, far north snow plain, glass city." The sound falls, the golden lotus is broken, and everyone changes color. He opened his mouth and roared. Then he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell back straight. "No way, Shanzi can't be treason!" www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
