After the villain resigned

The road in the Heifengjian is rugged, and it is easy to stumble when walking, let alone a carriage.

The three white horses were no longer the steeds they were before, and their smooth fur was stained with muddy water, making them very embarrassed.

They struggled to pull the carriage forward, but the protruding stones blocked the way, and the wheels got stuck in the gaps between the stones, and they couldn't pull it out no matter how hard they tried.

Jiang Yiyuan slept peacefully on the back of the chair, and walked down the bumpy road for a while, and the carriage was also rickety.

He couldn't sit still and almost jumped forward.

Fortunately, Zhou Siwei reacted quickly, grabbed his waist, and grabbed him back into his arms.

Jiang Yiyi rubbed the shoulders of the people around him, his hair was disheveled, most of the powder under his eyes had been spent, revealing faint moiré patterns.

When Zhou Siwei saw it, he thought there was something dirty, and was about to wipe it off for him, but before he touched Jiang Yi's cheek, he stopped him.

Jiang Yiyi pretended to wake up and yawned, and blocked Zhou Siwei's hand indiscriminately.

The horses spent a lot of effort, but they couldn't pull the carriage out of this place. Jiang Yi said casually, "Go and see what's going on."

When Zhou Siwei got off the carriage, Jiang Yi quickly took out a box of face cream, dabbed some powder on his fingers, and carefully put on the makeup so that the moiré under the corners of his eyes would not be exposed.

The scarlet moire is Jiang Wuwang's standard equipment. Zhou Siwei has lost his memory now, but maybe seeing this moiré will be stimulated to restore his memory.

Jiang Yi didn't dare to take risks.

Zhou Siwei went out to take a look and then turned back, "The road here is not suitable for carriages."

Jiang Yiyi also poked his head out and saw that the road ahead was full of ravines and ravines. If he insisted on using a carriage, he might get stuck from time to time.

So I decided to ditch the car.

Zhou Siwei stretched out his hand, "I'll hug you."

The ground was so muddy that it was impossible to get off your feet.

While Jiang Yi let Zhou Siwei pick him up, he was still thinking about the good old days.

When he appeared, the author spent a thousand words describing how extravagant and extravagant the villain is.

What kind of beautiful woman with a fragrant car, what kind of magic guardian attendant, what kind of bone dragon that can block the sky and the sun is used to pull the cart.

Compared with the present, it is really down and out.

But after thinking about it, now that Zhou Siwei has become his mount, comparing the two, it is more pompous now.

Zhou Siwei hugged the man by the waist, Jiang Yiyi's waist was slender, he could only hold it in his arms, he didn't dare to use too much force, he couldn't help thinking about what the scene would be under his clothes.

Zhou Siwei wiped away the daydreams in his mind, and jumped off the carriage. In order to prevent the surrounding mud from dirtying the people around him, he tapped the protruding stones on the ground with his toes, and flew in the air against the wind. He also purposely allocated a part of the aura to form a shield in front of him, blocking the icy wind in front of him.

The carriage worth thousands of gold was casually abandoned on the road, and the white horse neighed uneasy.

All spirit beasts can communicate with spirits. Although they have no mind, they can sense the dangers around them.

The people in Heifengjian had been lying in wait for a long time, just for this carriage inlaid with spirit stones. Now the owner abandoned the carriage and left. Seeing that it was a high-level monk, they immediately gave up the idea of ​​chasing it, and all stared at it. This ownerless thing.

Finally, one person couldn't hold back anymore and rushed forward first, intending to grab the fist-sized spiritual stone on the roof of the carriage.

People died for money, and in Heifengjian where there is no spiritual mine, this spiritual stone is undoubtedly a huge sum of money.

No one wanted to be left behind, and one after another appeared from the dark to take action. Roughly counting, there were actually 20 people.

Everyone showed their supernatural powers, and the corpses fell to the ground one after another. Only a small and unremarkable monk stood at the end.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, stuffed the Lingshi into his arms, and smiled a victor.

These corpses are cheaper than the vultures circling in the sky.

The leading vulture fell down first, picked and picked among the corpses, did not taste the ready-made meal, but found a smooth white bone from it, and held it in its mouth.

The vulture circled in the air and flew in one direction.

At some point, there actually existed a palace made of bones in Heifengjian.

The continuous emerald green of Heifengjian stopped in front of the piles of white bones, and there was no life in it. The bones here were white and smooth, without any trace of flesh and blood.

The ribs are inlaid on the periphery of the bone palace, forming embellishments in the shape of wings. The arm bones and leg bones are piled up randomly, but they also pose a cruel and strange shape. Thousands of skeletons form the steps. Only by holding someone else's head can you enter the Palace of White Bones.

The vulture didn't dare to get too close to this place. It wandered around for a while, put the bones it found aside, and stood quietly watching this unparalleled masterpiece.

Then Vulture discovered that a human had broken into this place that had never been visited by anyone today.

It stared at the human being with black bean-like eyes, waiting for the owner of the White Bone Palace to get angry.

"Please...see the Demon Lord!"

Jiang Jiaoru was standing among a pile of white bones, her legs were trembling, and she was almost unable to stand still.

When she saw this dense bone, she retreated in her heart, but the pain on her cheek that tormented her day and night urged her to move forward.

A gust of breeze blew by, and the veil on Jiang Jiaoru's face floated up, and a bloody wound could be vaguely seen underneath, turning her from a beauty into an ugly monster that no one dared to look directly at.

The prescriptions Jiang Jiaoru had used up in the past few days could not heal this wound. She hated it so much that she finally sneaked to the Heifengjian to look for the Demon Lord.

She strengthened her courage and said, "Seek the Demon Lord."

The two gates of the White Bone Palace slowly opened.

Jiang Jiaoru was overjoyed, and walked up with the hem of her skirt.

On the left and right of the gate of the White Bone Palace, there are two skeleton men, without a single bone missing, placed neatly on it, as if they were alive and embedded in them.

She shivered, quickly withdrew her gaze, and walked in without squinting.

After entering the door, you can see a young girl sitting in the center of the White Bone Palace, dressing up in front of the mirror.

The girl's back was facing the door. She was wearing a cold white brocade dress with a pattern of butterflies wearing flowers, which was elegant yet luxurious. Her jet-black hair was combed into a complicated bun, but she hadn't decorated it with hair accessories yet.

"Tell me." The girl's voice was sweet and clear, "Which hairpin should I wear to look good?"

Jiang Jiaoru speculated that this might be the demon king's concubine, and she was determined to please her, so she bent her knees and stepped forward to praise her.

But when she got to the front, she realized that the lifelike butterflies and hibiscus flowers were all formed by frightened grimaces.

Jiang Jiaoru staggered and almost fell to the ground, then she looked up and found that the girl's hand holding the hairpin was thin and long bones.

This is a female skeleton, without a trace of flesh and blood, but she is neatly dressed and has black hair, looking like a normal person from the back.

The bone girl who didn't get a response was not disappointed. She turned her head and made gestures in front of the mirror, and chose a golden jade begonia pearl flower bud. Judging from her description, if she had flesh and blood, she must be a world-renowned beauty.

Jiang Jiaoru's body trembled involuntarily, and his teeth collided up and down to make a rattling sound.

The demonic people she saw were nothing more than yin and yang. Although they behaved lewdly and evilly, they were no different from ordinary people in appearance. She never thought that there are people who can move freely with only a skeleton left .

Jiang Jiaoru was terrified. Seeing the bone girl looking seriously at the mirror, she retreated and quietly moved to the door.

When she was about to leave, the bone girl suddenly turned her head.

"Where are you going?" She spoke softly and sweetly, like flirting with a lover.

Jiang Jiaoru was startled into a cold sweat, and quickly shook her head, "No, no where to go."

The bone girl rested her chin on her hands and tilted her head, "You want me to avenge you?"

Jiang Jiaoru thought that things were going to turn for the better, so she put aside her fear for the time being, and replied, "Yes, please help me avenge my lord."

"Okay." The bone girl had no flesh on her face, but she could see a smile from the white bones, "I'm the most enthusiastic about helping people."

"Thank you, my lord!" Jiang Jiaoru hurriedly bowed down, intending to tell the story, but as soon as she opened her mouth, her hands and feet were bound by the white bones drilled out of the ground, and she couldn't move.

She yelled in horror, "My lord!"

"I'll help you, you have to help me too." The bone girl jumped up and down in front of Jiang Jiaoru.

Jiang Jiaoru didn't even ask what help she could do, and directly agreed, "Okay, okay, please let me go first, sir, I can help you with anything."

The bone girl stretched out her fingers, touched Jiang Jiaoru's plump flesh, and said with a smile, "Lend me some flesh."

Before Jiang Jiaoru could react, she felt overwhelming pain. She even yelled, but opened her mouth wide and watched her blood and flesh flow into the bone girl's hands.

In just a short while, a large living person turned into a pile of bones, covered by gorgeous robes.

The bone girl played with the small ball made of condensed flesh and turned over Jiang Jiaoru's memories one by one.

Finally stopped on a screen.

"Zhou Lang—"

The bone girl floated this picture in the air, and greedily looked at Zhou Siwei, refusing to let go of anything from hair to soles.

"It's really Zhou Lang!"

A hundred years ago, Zhou Siwei was famous in both righteous and evil ways. Whether he was a fairy of the righteous way or a witch of the devil way, they all admired this proud son.

The bone girl crushed the ball in her hand, and dragged her gorgeous robes out of the bone palace.

Every step she took, blood and flesh covered her bones. After stepping out of the palace of bones, the bone girl was already a living beauty.

The face is like a peach blossom, the nose is beautiful and exquisite, and a pair of smart cat eyes are pretty and lovely.

It is the sixth in the picture of beauties in the world, who will not melt into bones for a thousand years.