Shaojun Wushuang

The colorful fireflies approached slowly and noblely.

In the densely-packed send-off team, on the most dazzling crystal sedan chair, a red dot could be faintly seen.

In addition, the golden sedan chair of the dragon-scaled horse, and the red sandalwood treasure chest with red silk as the guide are faintly exposed.

One after another, pulling out the usual tail.

Rong Tian's expression was slightly dazed, if his mother was not a human race, but also such a noble giant clan, would everyone be afraid when they voted on her life or death.

Will it, will not be killed by such a hasty decision.

The crystal sedan chair slowly landed in front of the palace gate.

Through the thin silk scarf, Rong Tian faintly saw that stunning face, his complexion was calm, and according to the custom, he handed her the other end of the red silk.

Yi Su spoke first: "It's time for trouble."

As if wanting to get closer to him, she called out his name, but these overtures were undoubtedly more like a provocation to Rong Tian.

Rong Tian nodded, without speaking, he led Yi Su and walked forward step by step.

Every step I take is heart-piercing.

Pulling the red silk, the two are separated by three steps, which symbolizes three lives.

The prehistoric ancients valued this the most, and it seemed to represent a kind of beautiful prayer, implying the beauty of three lives.

But among the three lives of all things in this world, how many people live chicly and beautifully.

Morals and prayers are ultimately unobtainable.

Didn't his mother walk up to the Taitian Temple step by step back then, and wasn't she also looked at by all the clans like this?

For some reason, thinking of the old man's cold-bloodedness, he felt a little bit of sympathy for Yi Su.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine golden steps, always finished, the gate of Taitian Temple is close in front of you, the spirit fire is faint, and Rong Tian's eyes darken.

Rong Tian stepped over first, pulled the red queen, did not turn back, and waited for Yi Su.

Yi Su didn't hesitate, and stepped over.

The spirit fire was still faint, Rong Tian handed the other end of the red silk to the monarch who was also wearing a black and gold dragon robe.

The third prince flicked his right hand, as if something fell into it, Rong Tian saw it.

Turn around calmly.

"on fire!"

"Not good! The palace is on fire!"

The beast officer tried his best to suppress the fire, but this fire was not ordinary fire at all, ordinary water couldn't put it out.

The spirit water was precious, even if it was there, it would be difficult to prevent the fire from spreading strongly.

Xuanfeng, the veteran general of the Jiufeng clan, said forward, "I would like to share your worries for His Majesty!"

The old monarch glanced at Rongtian who was standing at the end of the crowd, and nodded to Jiufeng's old general.

Old Monarch: "Continue!"

The etiquette officer at the side wiped the sweat from his forehead and tried his best to calm down his mood.

Xuanfeng took Wuyi and other members of the Jiufeng clan, turned into a giant beast called Jiufeng, and headed towards the central palace where the spirit fire was soaring into the sky.

Nine heads began to suck in the raging fire, and the scorching heat caused the beast slaves and other low-level beasts to flee in all directions.

Rong Tian watched and listened from afar, feeling slightly sad.

Zhongtian Palace is finally gone.

"Bang bang bang bang!" There were countless crackling sounds, and the soaring torch rose up the 99 steps, and the joyful people finally started to panic.

The originally indestructible golden steps turned into violent knife cones and exploded on the people around them.

Everyone began to hide in all directions, thick smoke was everywhere, Rong Tian felt his wrist tighten, and the strong fragrance of flowers rushed to cut off the pungent smell of the smoke.

Wushuang whispered: "Let's go!"

Taking advantage of the chaos, Rong Tian followed Wu Shuang to the palace gate of the main hall.

The old monarch's upset voice came from behind: "Seal the palace gate!"

Rongtian and Wushuang looked at each other and accelerated their pace.

The palace gate was right in front of them, but the third prince, Su Jing, suddenly blocked their way.

The third prince was pale and black-haired, pointing at Wu's hands trembling: "It's you, right? It's you! It must be you!"

Rong Tian looked at Wu Shuang suspiciously.

Wushuang raised the corners of his mouth and looked at the third prince, but his voice was extremely cold: "What? The effect is a hundred times better than what you expected, are you not satisfied?"

Su Jing suddenly sat down on the ground, with a look of fear and lovelessness on his face.

Wushuang ignored him and pulled Rong Tian towards the palace gate that was about to close.

Rong Tian let go of his hand, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

Turning around, he saw Wuyi in red and Wushuang in purple. Wuyi was holding onto Wushuang's shoulders, restraining him.

Wuyi glanced at Rongtian: "You're hurting him, do you know that?"

Rong Tian bowed his head, but knew it was his fault: "I'm sorry."

Wushuang has never been so furious, pushing Wuyi away, Wuyi frowned, looking at Wushuang, he didn't know what it was like.

Wushuang opened the folding fan, a surging aura came out violently, Rong Tian took a step back like the oppressive force of the rush.

Wuyi said: "You are not my opponent, it is still too late to admit your mistake."

Wushuang sneered and said nothing, the twelve spiritual balls flew out from his waist, hovering in the air, seeing this, Rong Tian finally changed his face.

Step forward to stop: "Wu Shuang, stop!"

Wushuang put away the twelve spirit balls, her blue eyes were never colder than before, she looked at Wuyi: "If you let us go, you will still be my elder brother in the future."

Wuyi's body froze, he opened his mouth and lowered his eyes, but he didn't say a word.

Rong Tian secretly sighed, if things go on like this, their brothers will really turn against each other, it's his fault, why involve him.

"Wushuang, I hope that when everything starts again, the person next to me will still be you."

Rong Tian hugged Wushuang lightly, and resolutely threw himself into the spirit cloud barrier outside the palace gate.

"Rongtian!" This was the third time Wushuang called him by his full name among the ancient prehistoric clan.

It was the first time we met Wu Shuang, who was as beautiful as a porcelain doll, Rong Tian saw him immediately.

At that time, he was a little gloomy, and always stood behind his queen mother with a little inferiority. Only when others provoked his queen mother, would he open his sharp claws to bite like a trapped beast.

On that day, the ancient clan was still dazzlingly brilliant, wearing lavender clothes, long silver hair dragging the floor, and those clear blue pupils.

Wushuang is surrounded by playmates who are hugging each other.

Rong Tian was slightly envious. Although he was the son of a queen, he never had a friend.

When he was about to turn around, his sleeves tightened, and the strong fragrance of flowers refreshed his heart.

Rong Tian turned his head in surprise, and saw Wushuang smiling, blushing.

Xiao Wushuang: "My name is Wushuang, what's your name?"

Xiao Rongtian said: "Rongtian."

Xiao Wushuang seemed very happy, and took his hand: "From then on, I will call you Xiaotian, and we will play together every day."

Rong Tian nodded mechanically, dazzled by the sudden enthusiasm.

Since then, he really came every day, and they were inseparable day after day, year after year.

I really don't know why Wushuang was willing to play with him in the first place.

Passing through the spirit cloud barrier, Rong Tian hid himself and landed in the world.

There is the sound of selling, and there are children playing and teenagers jumping around.

A child fell down in front of his eyes, and he wanted to help, remembering that he was still hiding.

The woman threw down the corn she was peeling, ran over, hugged the child up, and threw the ashes off her body, her tone was not very good: "You can fall all the way, really!"

"Next time you look at the road, don't keep going crazy!"

Although the words were fierce, Rong Tian was slightly moved by the worry in his eyes.

It's still good in the world.

I heard that his mother's queen is also from Qingyang.

No wonder she is always gentle and kind. Born in this human world, how can she not be soft?

"Lin Yichu, stop!" A young man looked like a ray of light, with an innocent smile, half a duck in his hand, and ran forward quickly, behind him was a young man chasing him.

However, compared to this little boy named Lin Yichu, the other teenagers were a bit pale.

"Give way! You give way to my master!" Rong Tian pointed to his nose in surprise, can he see him?

Lin Yichu saw that the young man behind him was about to catch up, grabbed Rong Tian's hand, and hid behind him.

Lin Yichu said: "This handsome little brother, block for me!"

Rong Tian's pale golden eyes flashed helplessly, handsome little brother?What is this called?The vocabulary in the world is really smart.

Those youths came running out of breath: "Let him run away!"

Another young man stammered: "No...not...I ran here when I saw him, and then disappeared!"

The young man slapped him: "What nonsense are you talking, it's not dark yet!"

Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, the young man became anxious: "Really! I don't lie!"

A group of young people left with a squeak, this kid is very slippery, probably hiding somewhere.

After these people left, Lin Yichu spat out the bones of the salted duck, and reappeared in the crowd with big thorns.

Rong Tian felt helpless, this kid...

Looking at his clothes, he looks like a child from a wealthy family. What is it that can provoke a group of people to chase after him?

"Here! Lin Yichu is here!" The teenagers who had scattered all turned back, and Lin Yichu swished like a small fish, weaving through the crowd and disappearing from his sight.

The woman's cry of blood spread into Rong Tian's ears: "Master Lin, Mrs. Lin, please save my child..."

Looking at the luxurious mansion in front of him, a pair of jade lions are majestic.

A ragged woman knelt in front of the house with a dying child in her arms.

The large black plaque with gold characters and the magnificent word "Linfu" come into view.

Rong Tian was curious, would a person of such a family save a poor man?

Zhiya The door opened, and a middle-aged man walked out, who seemed to be a housekeeper.

Stepping forward to investigate, he said, "Ah... how pathetic!"

Immediately, like a very unruly person, he rushed in and shouted: "Master, madam! It's not good! There is a child dying at the door!"

The voice was loud and a little funny. It seemed that Master Lin and Mrs. Lin should be very nice to servants.

All of a sudden, many people came out, most of them were women, and the maids and servants followed behind anxiously to visit.

The leading lady is well maintained, if the steward at the side didn't call her 'ma'am', he would have thought she was a young lady who hadn't left the court.

Mrs. Lin took the child in front of her, checked it with her hands a few times, and frowned fiercely.

Mrs. Lin said: "Come in with me."

The ragged woman entered Lin's mansion with the shouting man.

Rong Tian warmed up a little, if the rich and the rich and the gentry were like this, no one in the world would have the nerve to do evil.

Rong Tian stood outside the door, because he had seen ghosts wandering around just now, the child obviously couldn't survive, he wondered if Mrs. Lin would suffer this inexplicable accident.

Ghost messenger A: "I wipe, the name disappeared!"

Ghost messenger B: "It's a waste of time!"

Two random people left cursing.

The door opens.

Rong Tian was surprised, and then the ragged woman walked out with the crying child in her arms.

The housekeeper at the side wiped away tears and said, "I want to donate money to her!"

He took out the dark purse from his waist and handed it to the woman.

The woman thanked Xie Lin's family for kneeling.

"Mrs. Lin, you are a good person, good people must be rewarded!"

Mrs. Lin's face seemed a little subtle, with a faint smile: "I hope."

"Don't be hot and cold after you go back. You can't eat cold things again. If you can, let him expose to the sun for an hour outside the house every year during the dog days."

Although the woman didn't understand why, she kept it in her heart.

Kowtowing again and again to thank and leave.

When passing by Rong Tian, ​​Rong Tian clearly saw that there was still a faint ghostly spirit on the child's forehead.

"Mother~aunts~sisters~ are you welcoming me?" Rong Tian smiled inexplicably when the ghostly boy came back.

Isn't this the mischievous boy who called him handsome little brother, Lin Yichu?

Mrs. Lin grabbed Lin Yichu's ear, and said in a pleasant voice, "You said that there are no delicacies on the jade plate at home, and you are going to provoke the son of the salted duck shop again!"

The slim girl in Tsing Yi also covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "Thirteen is not greedy, he just loves to tease people, seeing how other people are furious but can't catch him, I am very proud!"

Lin Yichu gave a thumbs up to the girl in Tsing Yi with deep approval: "Sister Qing'er really knows me best!"

The strength in Mrs. Lin's hand seemed to increase again, and Lin Yichu howled in pain.

"Mother, take it easy, you won't be able to marry a daughter-in-law if you get tangled up in the ear!"

The door of the Lin Mansion closed again.

Rong Tian watched the night fall, a trace of fishy smell and stench lingered in the air, as if it was coming towards him...

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