Chapter 89 Bloody Moon

Haoyuan took the candlelight and walked with Xiaoyun in the underground passage found in Jinman's house for a long time, but it was still dark in front of him, and the narrow passage could not see the head at all.

Xiaoyun took Haoyuan's arm and said, "If we keep walking like this, I don't know how long it will take, let alone where we will go. I'm worried that it will delay the business. Why don't we go back first and inform the Snake King. No matter where Jinman has gone, we must inform the Snake King first."

Xiaoyun only went all the way to explore the exit, but Haoyuan observed everything in the passage and did not let go of the subtleties. Among them, what made him pay most attention to was that the left and right walls of the tunnel were shallowly engraved with mysterious symbols. Where they went were full, as if they were calculating something, and like What is recorded?

At this moment, when he heard Xiaoyun say that he wanted to inform Xiaohuan first, Haoyuan also felt that instead of looking at these things that he didn't understand, it was better to inform Xiaohuan first. After all, he knew who the enemy was in advance to prepare.

Thinking about this, the two accelerated their pace to turn back and left the tunnel.

When he returned to the room, Xiaoyun was eager to pull his scales to send a message, but he was stopped by Haoyuan in time and said, "What are you going to do?"

"Of course, we use snake scales to send letters!" Xiaoyun looked at the night outside the window and said, "We have wasted a lot of time. Snake scales send letters very quickly. Of course, we should use snake scales to inform the Snake King quickly..."

"I know how to use snake scales to send letters, but how can I use yours!" Haoyuan shook his head and tore off a snake scale from his palm. Despite the blood stains, he clearly described what they found today. Finally, he wrote down the secret symbols he wrote down at the back. Although he only read half of them, he still wrote them clearly to Xiaohuan.

Although Haoyuan is not sure whether Xiaohuan can understand the meaning of those symbols, he will say anything he finds, whether it is useful or not, at least he completed Xiaohuan's entrustment, and maybe Xiaohuan can understand it, so that he may know something early.

When the snake scales fell to the ground, it turned into a small piece of gravel, mixed into the soil, went straight to the capital, and soon disappeared in front of them.

"Does it hurt?" Xiaoyun held Haoyuan's hand, blew gently, and said with some complaints, "I'm ready to use mine. What else are you going to grab..."

"It's not that you are bleeding, so I don't need to feel sorry." Haoyuan touched Xiaoyun's head with his other hand affectionately, and then smiled and said, "Of course I have to do such a thing. How can I let you tear the snake scales! Our Xiaoyun's snake scales are so beautiful. How can I give up?

"Why are you so kind to me?" Xiaoyun looked at Haoyuan with a confused face and asked, "Is it because you are my master?"

In Xiaoyun's view, Haoyuan's body is not very good, because in her impression, Haoyuan has never used magic. Although he is her master, Xiaoyun feels that his cultivation is more profound and should take more care of Haoyuan. As Xiaohuan once said to her, Haoyuan is very good to him, and she should repay him carefully.

Therefore, on the matter of such a need for magic transmission, she was supposed to want to do it herself, but she didn't expect that Haoyuan took the lead, which made her somewhat sorry.

"Yes, it's not." Haoyuan clenched Xiaoyun's hand with his bloody hand, looked at Xiaoyun's eyes, and said seriously word by word, "I like you. I like you crazily."

At this time, the snake scale gravel that quickly went to the capital was stopped when it was about to enter the capital, and a pale but wrinkled hand picked up the gravel. After reading the content, he smiled silently, crushed it and disappeared again.

And no one knows all this.

In the Siyun Pavilion, Xiaohuan leaned against the couch and looked at Lin Qian's sleeping face. Then he looked at the high blood-colored moon outside and narrowed his eyes. With half a sound, he tucked the corner of Lin Qian and gently went out of the door.

At this time, no matter what happens, it is impossible to stop his determination to kill the monster! Even if the blood moon is unknown, he will never compromise!

If the monster is really Jinman, then even if he can forgive the late memory that disturbs their fate, he will definitely not forgive Jinman. He is Xiaohuan, and the most intolerable thing is the calculations of the people around him. Whatever the reason is unforgivable!

When Xiaohuan was about to close the door, Lin Qian opened his eyes, and his beautiful eyes did not look at Xiaohuan at the door, but looked at the roof worriedly and said softly, "Remember that you promised, men should believe what they say."

"Ye-huh, I will." Xiaohuan returned like this, then closed the door and dodged away.

Xiaohuan has basically concluded that Jin Man is the monster, but he, who is used to protecting his shortcomings, does not want to make a conclusion before he sees anyone, but he has to think about such a difficult matter in advance.

He doesn't know what Jinman's cultivation is, but he knows that as the late memory of Jinman's brother, he absolutely does not have the strength to sneak into the Siyun Pavilion several times. This is the most unincomprehensible part of Xiaohuan. If the cultivation of the two did not grow at the same time, how powerful Jinman would be...

Although he had several contacts with the monster, the contact was extremely short. He couldn't tell whether the other party had hidden his strength. After all, Kingman has always been like a weak old man and has been neglected by him for too long...

Just when Xiaohuan went out of the city early to hide, Wan Yi stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, looking up at the bloody moon, and his heart was quite uneasy.

The sky is scattered with stars and occasionally covered by light clouds. He can't even see the trajectory, but although he can't see it, he has a bad hunch. He knows that what is about to happen must be beyond what he can afford... However... He still doesn't regret it, and he doesn't regret that the double dance has changed the fate of so many people... ...

Yang recalled his increasingly handsome face, with a soft smile when he thought of the double dance. Looking at the stars all over the sky, his eyes were extremely firm. If someone needs to pay for it this time, he will rush to the front, karma, and the cause he planted should bear the result!

He has been thinking about the smile of the double dance, her seriousness when she practiced, and the shyness when she did something wrong, but he didn't notice that on the roof of the Star Pavilion of the palace, a woman in black was sitting there, quietly looking at his Taoist temple and his straight body standing in the courtyard.

The double dance has been devoted to practicing with Wanyi since childhood. Although its cultivation is not profound, it is easy to see Wanyi clearly in the Star Pavilion.

At this moment, she sat on the roof of the Star Pavilion and looked at Wanyi motionless, with confusion and confusion in her eyes. Since she accompanied Wanyi across the roof of the Taoist temple for a few days, she has not dared to approach Wanyi for fear of causing any trouble. But in the past few days, although she didn't know how to watch the stars, she also saw clues from the fact that she had visited Xiaohuan many times in her late memory, and she was uneasy.

Today, this feeling of uneasiness is even more obvious. I want to see the master from afar and find some comfort, but I didn't want to meet Wanyi in the courtyard. Her handsome face, clear face and sharp eyes are different from the late memory she knows. If it hadn't been for a long time, I can hardly believe that the old man who was originally immortal and Taoist would be this handsome man now...

Wanyi, who danced, lied to her, but when she saw Wanyi's upright figure, she was inevitably happy. Wanyi was still young, so she could stay with her for a longer time. Since leaving the Yan family, Wanyi has been her only relative. With such a long company, no one can replace her.

The two dances here looked at Wan Yi from afar, while the prince in the other courtyard found a lot of coarse linen clothes, removed the gold jewelry on his head, pulled up the ink hair with cloth strips, and waited for the sky to break, and then went to seduce the demon to appear.

Ye Mingzhu lay down at the table and looked at the prince's busy dress. It was not until the prince finished his work and sat down that she poured a cup of hot tea for the prince and asked, "What is this going to do? Why did you dress up like this?"

"Go to do something big." The prince did not explain, and Ye Mingzhu just answered and did not ask again. She heard that the prince did not want to tell her, and she did not want to annoy others.

The two were relatively speechless, but the prince suddenly remembered the inexplicable words said by Xiaohuan, so he looked at Ye Mingzhu and said, "Where did Xiaohuan find you?"

Ye Mingzhu looked at the prince, lay back on the table and said truthfully, "It's in an underground cave."

"Can you tell me who sealed you?" The prince looked at the listless Ye Mingzhu and asked, "Are you tired?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen the person who sealed me... He wrapped himself tightly." Ye Mingzhu said lazily, "Night is when I want to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon. If you have nothing to ask, I'm going out."

The prince wanted to ask more about the morphological characteristics of the tightly wrapped person, but when he heard Ye Mingzhu's words and saw that Ye Mingzhu was so lazy that he could hardly speak, he smiled and said gently, "Go quickly. I have nothing to ask."

Ye Mingzhu stood up from the table, but shook unsteadily. The prince held Ye Mingzhu and frowned slightly, "I'll help you."

"Good." Ye Mingzhu didn't shirk and said, "I'm going to the yard and go to the pond."

The prince helped Ye Mingzhu and walked to the yard. It was not until Ye Mingzhu touched the water with her trousers and legs that he breathed a sigh of relief. He tilted his head and looked at the prince standing aside and said, "Don't feel strange. This is the way for me to practice and accumulate strength, otherwise I will return to the prototype because of losing strength."

"It's not strange, I just feel that you are different." The prince was outspoken. Looking at Ye Mingzhu regain some strength, he sat on the stone chair on one side and said, "You seem to be very fragile."

"Something is going to happen..." Ye Mingzhu looked up at the blood moon as if she hadn't heard the prince's words and muttered to herself.

The prince then raised his head and looked at the bloody full moon. He was inexplicably uneasy. Then he looked down and looked at Ye Mingzhu and asked, "Do you also understand the stars?"

"I don't understand..." Ye Mingzhu seemed to sigh sadly and looked at Shuibo and said, "But I want to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, and compare it to the moon**..."

"What do you see?" The prince frowned slightly.

"The sky has a bloody moon... It means that disaster is coming."