V2.Chapter 534

The Witch King took the Holy King to a forest outside the city. The general carried the two of them and galloped fast in the forest. Rao had not seen each other for so many years. After the command, the general took the two to a small thatched hut hidden in the mountains.

If you take a closer look, you will find that there is also a yard of Saint Immortal Orchid in the fence of this small hut, but because of neglect, the Saint Immortal Orchid here is a little listless.

The Witch King got off his horse and carefully carried the Holy King down.

Just as he carried the Holy King through the small flower garden, the shriveled Holy Orchid seemed to have been injected with fresh vitality, and suddenly became energetic and bloomed.

The general hummed a few times, lowered his head and nibbled a few mouthfuls of weeds, and the horse's hoof slowly walked a few steps, crossed the small flowerbed, came to the porch, and pushed open the dusty door with his head.

The dust fell on the Witch King, and the Witch King didn't care about himself, he only hugged the person in his arms tightly, not letting her get half a piece of dust.

This place has been inhabited for a long time and has long been abandoned. The Witch King first put the Holy King back on the horse's back and cleaned it up. He was sweating profusely. Condescending to do something like a subordinate would do.

After all, he was a pampered king. Rao was imprisoned for years and never worked hard. After cleaning up for a long time, he was barely able to live alone. The Witch King put the holy king on the bed.

Because of the convulsions for too long, the holy king was very weak, and his face was pale and bloodless.

The Witch King looked at her sleeping face tenderly, and smiled slightly: "Ayan, you go to sleep first, I'll find something to eat."

The Holy King did not respond.

The Witch King stroked her temples, stood up, and walked towards the door.

He had just taken two steps when the holy king on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

The Holy King turned her head to look at the Witch King, and there was a strong fierce light in her eyes. She stretched out her devil's claws, swept her figure, and grabbed the Witch King's back.

The place she aimed at was the Witch King's heart, which was clearly to take out the Witch King's heart alive.

The sorcerer king felt the sudden murderous aura, his eyes twitched and he turned around, and the powerful sorcery power poured out, like an invisible light shield, not only blocked the holy king's sneak attack, but also ruthlessly bounced the holy king out.

The Holy King screamed and fell on the cold and hard bed.

The Witch King's aura was full, and he looked at the Holy King with a cold expression: "Don't think that you can control Ah Yan, I will wipe you out of Ah Yan's mind! You can't make trouble again!"

After saying that, his eyes turned golden.

He stared into the holy king's eyes without blinking, and the powerful witch force forced his way in. The holy king resisted, but found that his power seemed to be locked by an invisible force.

Soul Rakshasa is good at mental attack, so why not the Witch King? Let's see who is better.

Only a scream was heard, and the Holy King fainted.

The Witch King breathed a sigh of relief and held the door with one hand, his body relaxed all of a sudden, and he almost fell to the ground unsupported.

Soul Rakshasa is indeed difficult to deal with, if it hadn't been in a situation today, it wouldn't have allowed him to take advantage of it.

The Witch King settled down, dragged his somewhat collapsed body and walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, took the Holy King into his arms, and used his magic power to warm the Holy King's breath for her.

His witch power was too severe, and it was difficult to figure out the obsession of the Soul Rakshasa, but if Ah Yan's consciousness was strong enough, he could deal with the Soul Rakshasa together.

The Witch King healed the Holy King for a while, then rode the general to the market to buy ingredients, and went back to the small thatched hut to cook a meal. When he finished this and returned to the house, he found that the Holy King slowly opened his eyes. , is no longer the fierce light with violence, but the ignorant and innocent eyes.

The Witch King was shocked: "Ayan! Is that you?"

"It's me." The Holy King said weakly.

The Witch King's eyes lit up as he looked at her and said excitedly, "I knew it was you...you're back...you're finally back..."

The Witch King's warm nourishment has indeed made the Holy King feel a lot better. I don't know if the feeling of taking the wrong medicine has gradually disappeared from the body. As long as he adjusts his internal breath a little bit, there should be no more convulsions.

The Witch King smiled and said, "Do you remember where this is? You planted the holy orchid outside the yard with your own hands. Jin'er also lived here after she was born. However, he was discovered when he was two years old. I had to send him somewhere else."

The holy king looked at the holy immortal orchid in the yard with deep eyes.

"You poured it with blood." The Witch King explained, thinking of something, and then said, "After talking for so long, you must be hungry. Look at my memory, I only care about talking to you, but I forget that the pot is still hot. The food is ready, you wait for me here, and I will bring the food!"

The Witch King got up and went to get food.

Looking at his back as he walked out of the room, the Holy King's face suddenly sank. She stretched out her hand and was about to slap the Witch King, but what she didn't expect was that something was locked up. The feeling is here again.

The Holy King looked at his hand, and then at the Witch King who walked out, and snorted coldly, "I have to protect that man when I die. What a love!"

Soul Rakshasa did not expect that the woman would set a restriction in his body, so that he could not do anything to the Witch King, but this restriction could not trap Soul Rakshasa for too long, and if he swallowed a few more masters, he would be banned. flushed.

"I'll kill your lover first, and after I kill your son Zhou Jin, I'll send him underground to reunite with your family!"

The Witch King returned to the house with the food: "Ayan, the meal is here, eh? Where's Ayan?"

At the beginning of the lantern, a graceful purple-clothed woman was walking leisurely on the endless street.

She wears a translucent purple veil, her charming eyes are captivating, and the veil is slightly raised by her tall nose bridge, revealing her jade-like face and slightly raised lips.

Such a fairy-like beauty suddenly appeared in the bustling downtown, and everyone was shocked. Wherever she went, even the noise was quiet, and the child stopped crying, and all looked at her with wide eyes.

She seemed ignorant of the crowd's astonishing gaze, and walked through the crowd lightly.

After she walked over with a smile, the young boy suddenly stared blankly and leaned into his mother's arms.

The woman exclaimed, "Son—"

The Holy King entered a narrow alley without turning his head, and just a few steps away, he was blocked by several drunken men.

The big man at the head looked at her drunkenly, a trace of greed flashed across his eyes, rubbed his hands, and said, "Girl, it's so late, where are you going? Brothers to send you..."

The Holy King raised his hand and smiled.

......

The Holy King came out of the alley.

The silver moonlight fell behind her and shone into the narrow alley. Those drunken men were lying on the ground, their eyes dull, as if their souls had been drained.

The Holy King closed his eyes and carefully sensed Zhou Jin's breath.

Now that she has the body of the Holy King, and the mother and son are connected, then she will definitely be able to find Zhou Jin.

The Holy King looked at the alley in the east, and said with a light smile, "Ah, I was hiding here."

The holy king's lotus steps move lightly, and the group is swaying, as beautiful as the enchantment in the picture.

She came to the yard with a strong aroma of wine, and knocked on the door with a smile.

Old Cui Tou was drying herbs in the yard when he heard a knock on the door and shouted, "Who is it?"

No answer.

"Is it here to get wine? Really! Don't squeak!" Old Cuitou put down the dustpan, wiped his hands with the dry cloth on the shelf, muttered, took off the door bolt, and opened the courtyard door.

"You are--"

Before the old Cuitou finished speaking, his eyes widened, and he fell down in a daze.

The Holy King stepped over him and came under the corridor.

Grandma heard the movement in the yard and wanted to come out to find out, but the Holy King didn't even look at him, and Grandma also fell.

"Who?!" Zhou Yuyan rushed out of the room.

The holy king didn't even look at her, and he casually hooked the corner of his lips, and Zhou Yuyan fell down.

Chef Bao went to the wine cellar to make wine, the three little black eggs were sleepy in the room, Yu Wan went to cook dinner, the crispy meat was fried in the oil pan, hissing, and she didn't even hear anyone coming.

She picked up the fried crispy meat, put it into the pot and simmered it with sauces, peppers, ginger slices, etc., and the fragrance was so mouth-watering.

Yu Wan put the golden crispy crispy meat on a plate and brought it out.

The holy king paused and raised his eyebrows: "Oh, there is actually a little holy king here."

Yan Xiaosi's newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and the coercion of the holy king is sacrificed.

Yan Xiao was cowardly for four seconds!

Spread your limbs, close your eyes and pretend to be dead!

"Hehehe..."

The holy king walked towards Yu Wan, Yu Wan saw her, and immediately froze: "Who are you?"

"what?"

The Holy King was stunned for a moment, as if she did not expect this girl to not fall like the previous ones, she glanced at Yu Wan with interest, and snapped her fingers.

Yu Wan was stunned, and when she looked at the Holy King again, she couldn't hide the smile in her eyes: "Yan Jiuchao, you're back! Come and try the dishes I made!"

Okay, I'll try your dishes first, then your tires.

The corner of the Holy King's lips brought up a meaningful smirk, and he walked towards her slowly, picked up a piece of crispy meat that was suitable for fat and thin, and ate it into his mouth.

The next second, the holy king's body froze!

Hemp egg!

What, why is it so unpalatable? !

The Holy King supported the wall, coughed desperately, stuck his tongue out, and rolled his eyes!

Ahhh!

It's hard to eat this seat! ! !

The Holy King disappeared in a blink of an eye!

She wanted to drink water, but she didn't know what to drink in a hurry. It happened that at this moment, a little bun was standing at the corner. He was barefoot and holding a steaming cup in his hand.

The Holy King rushed over without a word, grabbed his cup, and poured it down!

Xiaobao: Uh, I want to pee, but I can't wait to go to the toilet. He catches it with a cup. It should be fine... Mother won't spank him...

But......

Eh?

Who robbed him of the cup?

Xiaobao raised his head and looked at the Holy King with a confused look.

The Holy King has finished drinking, and she feels something is not right!

She looked at Xiaobao: "Just now, what was that?"

"Pee." Xiaobao said.

The holy king who was petrified in an instant: "...!!"