My Beloved

As soon as the voice of the white bones fell, the entrance to the back of the cave began to flood in one after another. Her eyes were frightening, her toes flew up and stepped on the rock wall for a few moments, her figure swayed, and her plain white clothes swayed. The wind was flying, and the dark cave was like an epiphany, cold and confusing, and fell among the dozens of people in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The sword in his hand was slightly unsheathed, and the shadows were shocked and filled with imaginary light. A few people had been killed in a moment, and the congregation was shocked and panicked.

If you talk about martial arts attainments, if anyone in the dark factory can be as good as the ghosts of the white bones, the factory's father has already died in his hands, and they are naturally going to give away their heads in vain.

But in the end there is a trace of luck in my heart. With so many people in the dark factory, no matter how powerful he is, it is impossible for him to fight one thousand or ten thousand!

As long as it is a person, there is always a time when it is exhausted and weak, as long as a slight flaw is exposed, it will definitely be able to kill this person.

If he could kill him, it would be a step up to the sky, and the position of the ghost elder would have to be handed.

All of a sudden, the congregation rushed forward and tried their best to stop the bones in an attempt to intercept and kill, but they couldn't stop half a step at all.

The white bones made a **** path in the intensive religious crowd, one stroke and one stroke is like a splash of ink landscape painting, taking human lives in a pleasing way, the white clothes fluttering, not all the swords in their hands are drawn out, and they are half separated from the sheath. Killed a piece.

The sound of the collision of swords and swords echoed in the huge cave, and the wailing and screams were endless.

However, after a few breaths, the group of congregants were forced by the bones, and they approached the hall with their strength in front of them. Even if they had their skills in one person, they might not be able to beat the person in front of them.

They tried their best, but he didn't even draw out all the swords, and he could kill people if he took the sword and didn't leave the sheath.

Bone's ability to be the elder of the ghost sect at a young age should not be underestimated. It seems that this servant is not a human at all. It is a giant spinning top, the kind with a blade, and it is as easy as a "straw" to be harvested by wind swirling clouds.

After several fights and fights, everyone has already gone outside the hall. The bones are all covered in white clothes with blood, the pale face is stained with blood, the eyes are cold and gloomy, and the whole body is full of cold killing intent, like a jade-faced Shura, encountering Buddha and killing Buddha, encounter No one can stop the devil.

The rest of the church members trembled and couldn't help but retreat, and the people in the hall stepped out one after another.

Standing on the hundreds of steps, Qiu Chanzi wore the black feather fur of the past dynasties and wore a hideous and terrifying mask. His aura was full, and he was no longer like a pitiful worm in front of the factory as he used to be.

The Duzhong Gu Second and Third Sects on the side all looked respectful, even with a little fear in the respect.

Seeing that the bones came back safely, the ten ghosts of Guizong glanced at each other secretly, ready to wait for the opportunity to move.

When the teachers saw the factory come out, they bite the bullet and rushed up.

The bones had no patience anymore, a sword came out of its sheath, a biting blade flashed past, the first few people sealed their throats with a sword, blood splashed three feet, and the congregation was terrified and afraid to step forward, holding the sword back and then back again. No one dared to go forward and die.

Qiu Chanzi didn't say a word, and no one saw the expression under the mask. People who were familiar with him in the past suddenly changed their sect, and they were hidden in unfathomable past. It felt even more frightening than seeing the factory father in the past.

Du Zhong took the lead in speaking, "Bone, the factory has worked hard for you in the past and will give you a way to survive. Don't entangle you any more."

The white bones were expressionless when he heard the words, the sword in his hand slid down, and a shocking blood was spread on the ground. The pale lips were slightly open, and there was a sneer and contempt in his words, "The factory? After so many years, now you want to be another person's running dog?" She smiled slightly, a little pale and sick in her laughter, "You are really born to run around..."

After being excited, Du Zhong didn’t change his color, but his eyes turned slightly uneasy, and his face was inexplicably tight, lest the people on the side might misunderstand something. His voice suddenly increased, as if to emphasize, “Obviously you have a bad intention. You want to be a factory owner. Don’t drag others into the water for no reason!"

Hearing the words, the bones laughed lightly, his expression was light, half-truth and he said slowly: "Yes, I just want to be the master of the dark factory. I can kill one factory father or two. Who dares to stop me today, Lord Yan That place is naturally famous."

There was an uproar as soon as this remark left the temple, and the cultists who were close to the bones backed away in terror. This person came all the way like harvesting cabbage. How could people not be afraid?

When the ten ghosts had the opportunity, they suddenly shot Qiu Chanzi's place. Everyone outside the temple panicked. Only a few steps back, the person who shot the ghosts fell to the ground uncontrollably. There was a sudden heart-piercing pain in the body. It struck, rolling straight on the ground with pain.

Qiu Chanzi was completely unmoved, as if he didn't care at all, and didn't even see when he shot.

Du Zhong only felt a chill hit his back, Qiu Chanzi hid so deeply, this one went to the factory, and a series of thunder methods called the dark factory to obey and obey. Between grace and power, it is the emperor’s control. The human skill, in just a dozen days, he firmly held the dark factory in his hands. The depth of the Mid-city Mansion and the poison of the methods made him not afraid of it?

Bai Bone's eyebrows were cruelly folded, and he was about to lift his sword forward.

Qiu Chanzi slightly blocked her voice, and dozens of congregants backed away.

Qiu Chanzi took a few steps forward, his aura was extremely overwhelming, "Bone, killing the factory man does not mean that you can be the factory man. The following crime is a felony everywhere. I didn't kill you anymore. It’s about the past. If you don’t realize it anymore, don’t blame our family for destroying the ghost sect and rebuilding one."

The ten ghosts were bleeding from seven holes, and they rolled down the steps unwillingly, and their bodies smeared shocking bloodstains on the steps, and the screams echoed outside the hall, making people horrified.

The bones paused, his complexion was extremely ugly, and his body was extremely tight.

Seeing this, Qiu Chanzi laughed and said, "The people in this dark factory regard our horse's head as their head, and your bones are the bereaved dog. No matter how high you are in martial arts, the dark factory will not recognize you. If I don't leave, I have to follow the factory rules. It’s up and down to deal with the ghost sect.” He seemed to remember something suddenly, and he paused slightly, and his tone of voice increased, “Our family has just taken over the dark factory, and we wanted to get it off. We will never start from the beginning, but someone insists on our family. Using torture, it seems like you haven't seen it before?"

As soon as the words fell, the factory fell silent, and the roots of the cold hair stood upright. The people in the dark factory knelt down and all came together, "The factory's anger is relieved." The voice whirled outside the empty hall, and the fear inside was chilling. All exposed.

The pain in the ten ghosts suddenly stopped, and they all lay silently, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Bai Bone held the sword in his hand motionless, looking at the ten tortured dying people on the distant steps. If she didn't care at all in the past, it's different now...

She had flesh and blood, and was no longer the cold-blooded puppet.

Qiu Chanzi stepped down the steps, stood beside Guiyi, kicked Guiyi on the head with his toes, "The seventeen ghosts of Guizong, the first ten ghosts are all talents. I have always appreciated that if they Follow the right master and always work for my dark factory, and you don't have to end up with such a tragic end as skinning cramps, are you right, bone?"

The ghost was kicked fiercely, facing the bones, bleeding from the seven holes was terrifying, and his eyes were powerless and fearful.

The ten ghosts are all scared, their eyes clearly begging her, they don't want to die, even if they want to live like a beast, they don't want to die!

The people in the dark factory cherish their lives the most. It is their life's purpose to survive, even if they linger...

The white bones' back suddenly collapsed, the internal injuries that were firmly suppressed surged up, and the chest was tight and painful, as if a living person had swallowed his last breath, the corners of his mouth couldn't help overflowing with blood, and his complexion was extremely pale.

She unconsciously stepped back, the sword in her hand fell weakly, and the tip of the sword touched the ground, her face in a daze like never before.

It seems that the Taoism that has been practicing for thousands of years has been scattered and clean, and all the hard work and all the painstakingly pursued have become empty, like a waste person.

The white walls and ink tiles stretch away, overlapping and overlapping to create a small garden, where sparse weeds and flowers grow in disorder, but there is a unique charm of chaotic flowers gradually becoming charming.

The doctor sat at the table and closed his eyes and probed his pulse for a long time. "The internal injury of the son is still very good. The rest is good for a while. Remember not to get angry, let alone damage your body like this. The people of the rivers and lakes who have been blessing for many months must not be forced. I will prescribe a few more medicines for you, and it will be good after this period of time."

Qin Zhi smiled mildly when he heard the words, "Thank you, doctor, I will naturally remember the doctor's orders."

When the words were over, the doctor got up to leave, took the medicine box and went to the outer courtyard to prescribe a prescription. Chu Xing led all the way to the outer courtyard to get the prescription to grab the medicine.

Chu Fu stepped forward and lowered her voice softly: "Miss Luoqing is already pregnant. She is worried that her mistress will harm her child in her womb. She wants to ask the son to find a way to hide her, and then go back when the child is born..."

Qin Zhi smiled but did not speak, stretched out his hand and slightly lifted the side of the tea cup, his white fingers held the tea cover and slightly opened the floating tea leaves, his thin lips lightly opened, and the tone contained something like nothing. Insincere, "How can the master be so easy to do..."

The tea lamp and the tea cover lightly collided with a crisp and faint sound, and he paused between his teeth. He was as gentle as jade, but what he said was extremely cold. "Look for someone to have a look. By the way, tell her if there is no such thing. Just forget it if I can, I won't force her, after all, there are some things that no one can do."

Chu Fu immediately responded when he heard the words, hesitated for a moment and said: "The place where Mr. Bai has left the dark factory, do you want to subordinate to pick up people."

Qin Zhi heard the words, took a sip of the tea cup, and suddenly said, "The time of this spring soaking will rarely be astringent, and it will be too bitter if it is too long. You should pay attention to it in the future. The best time is to deduct it well enough for the entrance."

Hearing the words, Chu Fu leaned forward, "Subordinates, please keep it in mind." Then he respectfully exited the house.

Qin Zhimo sat for a while, then got up and went to the study. He sat in front of the bookcase, ran his slender fingers across the books on the desk, and paused on an extremely delicate wooden box.

After opening it was still a pure white belt, without decorative patterns, and was washed extremely clean.

He watched quietly for a while, stretched out his hand to pick up this belt, slowly hooked his fingertips, closed his eyes and put it to the tip of his nose to lightly smell. Finally, he leaned back slightly and stretched his long legs forward at will. The longer the legs and the narrow waist. Slender posture.

He raised his head slightly and placed the belt on his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised without any traces, and his eyes were covered like thrushes, and his face became more distinctive, half-covered and half-concealed, and the sensuality was confusing.

Xibai's slender fingers hooked the end of the belt, and gently rubbed his fingertips along the lines. As time went on, the plain white belt was gradually stained with a faint fragrance of medicine, as if it had become his possession.