Chapter 44 Disc Dance Soul (13)

After three days of injury, Lanming, Qingyou and Yannianxiang are more or less better.

Only this early morning, an unknown atmosphere appeared on the streets of Luo'an City.

The sky was drizzling, and the fors stood at the door of the inn with an umbrella, waiting for the meat to go to the pharmacy.

A carriage came from afar, and the sound of horseshoes was very eye-catching in the drizzling street. The fort turned his head, and the driver wore a hat and could not see his expression clearly.

"Oh--" The driver pulled the reins and the carriage stopped firmly at the door of the inn.

Black boots stretched out from the carriage, and the first person to come out was dressed in purple. He held up the gray umbrella in his hand and turned around and told him:

"Wait for me here and don't run around."

"Hmm." The sound from the car was very casual, but at this time, Forthia was a little more curious about the person who got out of the carriage.

You know, because the umbrella blocks most of the sight, she can only see his slender figure and face. Thinking of this, she gently moved the umbrella up and then up, and a dusty face appeared in her sight.

The man in purple walked in the direction of fortight, with his long curly brown hair half tied behind his head and slightly coiled up with a red hairband.

When Lian Jian saw that he was about to enter the store, he moved to the side.

At the moment he passed the forearm, the man stood up.

Gently took a step back to the steps, stood under the forears, and slowly put away the folding umbrella in his hand.

The man in purple looked down on her face and looked at her unscrupulously, which made Forthia a little embarrassed.

"Well...this prince, do we know each other?"

The corners of his mouth were gently raised, and the man's eyes in purple had a little more incomprehensive emotion. Without replying, he also walked up the steps and put away the gray umbrella in his hand.

Although I don't know who he is, the momentum of oppression can almost conclude that he is by no means an ordinary person.

The water stain on the umbrella dripped to the ground. The man in purple looked at the fortula who hid a point towards the corner of the wall and thought, is it natural to feel a person's sense of crisis?

"We don't know this girl, but..." The man's eyes slowly moved down and fell on her flat abdomen: "I know the little guy in your belly."

"belly, belly, belly..." Lian Jian said several times without saying it completely. She looked down at her stomach in disbelief. What does this man mean? Does he want to say that she has a baby in her stomach?!

"Protect it well. I'll come and pick it up when I'm done."

The man in purple turned upstairs, and the fortear was still stunned, but in less than ten seconds, there was a loud noise upstairs. Lian Jian suddenly felt that the whole ground was shaking, and the two-story inn seemed to swing. At this time, many people ran out of the inn and were pushed away, and Lian Jian had to run to the street with them.

The vibration of the house was getting bigger and bigger. It didn't take long for it to be a "boom-" sound of suspected collapse. Everyone on the street quickly held their heads for fear of being injured by stones. However, after the dust dispersed, everyone found that the inn had just been moved to the ground, and then no stones fell down. Looking at it again, the ground was full of lime.

Many people were stunned by this scene, and the people around the street quickly gathered around. No one knew what was going on. Lian Jian was constantly squeezed by the crowd and retreated step by step. Suddenly, something stuck to her back. She turned around and it turned out to be the carriage.

- Someone!

The crowd of onlookers burst into an uproar, and the forsythia had to follow everyone's sight. However, there were too many people in the way. Seeing the carriage behind her, she simply stepped on it and stood by the railing.

Because she wants to see where Lanming and others are.

It's just that in this sea of people, the first thing that fell into her sight was the man in purple just now.

He stood in the middle of the inn, surrounded by a large area, and no one dared to set foot. The purple clothes flew in the wind. He looked at the woman who had not yet recovered, and his eyes were full of murder.

"Die in my hands, can you close your eyes?"

The blue veil was stained with a little drizzle. Yan Nianxiang was not too surprised to see His Royal Highness, because she knew that the Demon King would come sooner or later. Bend down and picked up the folding umbrella that fell at her feet. She gently opened it and covered her head.

"It's an honor for Dieji to die in your hands."

"Xiaoxiang!" The quiet voice came from the other side. Her foot injury was not serious now because the secret pharmacy of the butterfly dance school healed very quickly. Although she doesn't know who this person is, she has almost guessed from the conversation between the two of them!

The current Yannianxiang is a soul-grabbing butterfly girl that everyone on the continent will be afraid of. The man in purple standing opposite them can make Xiaoxiang say such a thing, so his identity is only one--

Yin Shuo, the demon king!

Lian Jian was also stunned by this scene. She quickly jumped out of the carriage and opened the seams from the wall in front of her. My eyelids kept jumping in the morning. It seems that something is really going to happen.

Yin Shuo glanced at the quiet saint in white. Although her eyes are looking at her, her mouth continues to speak.

"Are you going to suicide or do you want me to do it?"

"Die Ji's life is cheap, how dare I let you do it." Holding a light yellow umbrella, Yan Nianxiang bent her knees slightly to the person opposite and said, "In the past few years, thanks to your appreciation and cultivation, great kindness is in return, but I begging for the afterlife..."

In the afterlife... The fragrant eyes suddenly flashed. She stared at the drizzle in front of her, but the voice of her sister and brother Lanming appeared in her mind.

If there is really an afterlife...

"Oh." Yin Shuo smiled softly, "I don't need your afterlife, because you won't have an afterlife."

Gently raised her eyes, and Yan Nianxiang looked at the man in purple five meters away from her. She couldn't know his method. The people who betrayed His Royal Highness have always been...

" Shut up!" Qingyou watched her sister face this person and couldn't even resist. She was so anxious: "Xiaoxiang! Don't say such a thing! Sister, absolutely not!——"

"Sister." Yan Nianxiang interrupted her and looked at the excited Qingyou on the other side. A gentle smile appeared on her face: "This is my choice. Really, I knew it would be like this."

When the exorcist teenager said that his sword did not pierce her heart, she knew that she had lived for a few more days. Seeing the happy expressions of her sister and Lan Ming's brother, she didn't want to think about it anymore.

In the past few days, she has been ready for the arrival of the demon king every day. She doesn't want to struggle meaninglessly anymore, and she doesn't want to be in the hands of her sister and brother Lanming anymore.

For her, the days of reunion with her sister and brother Lanming, even just three days, were enough.

The drizzle in the sky seemed to have stopped. The people standing around did not understand the identity of the two people, but no one dared to stop them.

Yin Shuo looked at the fragrance of the year of smoke, and his eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Come on, I'm still waiting to go back to the bridal chamber with my wife."