Chapter 4548
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The woman's laughter was charming and whiny. It seemed to echo in the empty room. It was familiar and annoying. Zhuang Xiaoyu closed her eyes and the woman's face in her mind was blurred, as if separated by a hazy fog
The man twisted his beard, his voice was low, and he joked: "goblin, you can really serve people."
The voice belongs to the dead father.
Zhuang Xiaoyu opened her eyes, looked at the steps in the dark secret road through the locked iron door, raised her hand and hammered twice at the place just now, watched the baffle slowly return to its original position, and blocked the hole in the secret road again.
Zhuang Xiaoyu held the wall and walked out step by step.
I just saw Yinling running in from the outside. Seeing Zhuang Xiaoyu safe and sound, I breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to hold her: "what's the matter with you, miss? Your face is so ugly?"
Zhuang Xiaoyu's line of sight swept over her reddish eyes and shook her head lightly: "nothing, I've walked a few more steps, just a little tired."
Yinling hurriedly said, "let me help you back to the backyard."
"Well." Zhuang Xiaoyu let Yinling hold him, went out of the bedroom, walked forward step by step along the corridor, and asked casually, "have the high priest been resting in my room these days?"
"Yes," said Yinling, "the high priest is afraid that the slaves will not pay attention to their service. He guards you at night."
Zhuang Xiaoyu's lips tilted slightly, and the radian involved in the round, jade and moist face had an elusive smile: "no wonder these days, I see him thinner and thinner day by day..."
Yinling wanted to say something, but she wanted to stop talking.
Zhuang Xiaoyu continued to ask, "I slept well at night. Don't you need someone to take care of me?"
Yinling was noncommittal: "I'm not in the bedroom. I don't know how my wife slept."
"I see that the high priest has been too busy recently. Why don't you come and take care of me at night." Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at her: "are you willing?"
Not surprisingly, when Zhuang Xiaoyu heard that she was going to take care of her, Yinling's thin shoulder trembled slightly. Although she tried to hide it, the unconscious panic in her eyes betrayed her fear and horror at the moment.
Silver Bell's lips trembled and stammered: "nu... Nu is afraid that she can't serve you well at night. I'd better discuss this with the high priest. If the high priest doesn't trust you and won't let Nu serve you, nu... Nu can't decide without authorization."
Zhuang Xiaoyu took a panoramic view of Yinling's expression and smiled innocently: "just say it casually. Don't be afraid."
Yinling: "
Silver bell wants to cry without tears.
Back in the bedroom, Zhuang Xiaoyu leaned on the bed. "I'll have a rest. Don't bother me."
Yinling nodded, took out Zhuang Xiaoyu's cloak wet by the heavy snow, burned the charcoal basin, and took the door when she withdrew.
Zhuang Xiaoyu lay on the bed and closed her eyes. Unconsciously, sleepiness surged in.
There are strange scenes in the dream. Corpses are everywhere on the forbidden area mountain, horses are running, men are covered with blood, Pipa bones are hooked by iron hooks and dragged in the snow. The white snow is dyed bright red
The woman's cry and cry is desolate and desperate, the cold wind is rustling between heaven and earth, the sky is wide, but there is no shelter
The woman was forcibly taken away, and the man lay like a dead body in the thick snow, circling in the air with crows ready to dive down at any time
Zhuang Xiaoyu only felt that his heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp weapon, and even his breathing would be painful
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The woman's laughter was charming and whiny. It seemed to echo in the empty room. It was familiar and annoying. Zhuang Xiaoyu closed her eyes and the woman's face in her mind was blurred, as if separated by a hazy fog
The man twisted his beard, his voice was low, and he joked: "goblin, you can really serve people."
The voice belongs to the dead father.
Zhuang Xiaoyu opened her eyes, looked at the steps in the dark secret road through the locked iron door, raised her hand and hammered twice at the place just now, watched the baffle slowly return to its original position, and blocked the hole in the secret road again.
Zhuang Xiaoyu held the wall and walked out step by step.
I just saw Yinling running in from the outside. Seeing Zhuang Xiaoyu safe and sound, I breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to hold her: "what's the matter with you, miss? Your face is so ugly?"
Zhuang Xiaoyu's line of sight swept over her reddish eyes and shook her head lightly: "nothing, I've walked a few more steps, just a little tired."
Yinling hurriedly said, "let me help you back to the backyard."
"Well." Zhuang Xiaoyu let Yinling hold him, went out of the bedroom, walked forward step by step along the corridor, and asked casually, "have the high priest been resting in my room these days?"
"Yes," said Yinling, "the high priest is afraid that the slaves will not pay attention to their service. He guards you at night."
Zhuang Xiaoyu's lips tilted slightly, and the radian involved in the round, jade and moist face had an elusive smile: "no wonder these days, I see him thinner and thinner day by day..."
Yinling wanted to say something, but she wanted to stop talking.
Zhuang Xiaoyu continued to ask, "I slept well at night. Don't you need someone to take care of me?"
Yinling was noncommittal: "I'm not in the bedroom. I don't know how my wife slept."
"I see that the high priest has been too busy recently. Why don't you come and take care of me at night." Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at her: "are you willing?"
Not surprisingly, when Zhuang Xiaoyu heard that she was going to take care of her, Yinling's thin shoulder trembled slightly. Although she tried to hide it, the unconscious panic in her eyes betrayed her fear and horror at the moment.
Silver Bell's lips trembled and stammered: "nu... Nu is afraid that she can't serve you well at night. I'd better discuss this with the high priest. If the high priest doesn't trust you and won't let Nu serve you, nu... Nu can't decide without authorization."
Zhuang Xiaoyu took a panoramic view of Yinling's expression and smiled innocently: "just say it casually. Don't be afraid."
Yinling: "
Silver bell wants to cry without tears.
Back in the bedroom, Zhuang Xiaoyu leaned on the bed. "I'll have a rest. Don't bother me."
Yinling nodded, took out Zhuang Xiaoyu's cloak wet by the heavy snow, burned the charcoal basin, and took the door when she withdrew.
Zhuang Xiaoyu lay on the bed and closed her eyes. Unconsciously, sleepiness surged in.
There are strange scenes in the dream. Corpses are everywhere on the forbidden area mountain, horses are running, men are covered with blood, Pipa bones are hooked by iron hooks and dragged in the snow. The white snow is dyed bright red
The woman's cry and cry is desolate and desperate, the cold wind is rustling between heaven and earth, the sky is wide, but there is no shelter
The woman was forcibly taken away, and the man lay like a dead body in the thick snow, circling in the air with crows ready to dive down at any time
Zhuang Xiaoyu only felt that his heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp weapon, and even his breathing would be painful
The woman's laughter was charming and whiny. It seemed to echo in the empty room. It was familiar and annoying. Zhuang Xiaoyu closed her eyes and the woman's face in her mind was blurred, as if separated by a hazy fogThe man twisted his beard, his voice was low, and he joked: "goblin, you can really serve people."The voice belongs to the dead father.Zhuang Xiaoyu opened her eyes, looked at the steps in the dark secret road through the locked iron door, raised her hand and hammered twice at the place just now, watched the baffle slowly return to its original position, and blocked the hole in the secret road again.Zhuang Xiaoyu held the wall and walked out step by step.I just saw Yinling running in from the outside. Seeing Zhuang Xiaoyu safe and sound, I breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to hold her: "what's the matter with you, miss? Your face is so ugly?"Zhuang Xiaoyu's line of sight swept over her reddish eyes and shook her head lightly: "nothing, I've walked a few more steps, just a little tired."Yinling hurriedly said, "let me help you back to the backyard.""Well." Zhuang Xiaoyu let Yinling hold him, went out of the bedroom, walked forward step by step along the corridor, and asked casually, "have the high priest been resting in my room these days?""Yes," said Yinling, "the high priest is afraid that the slaves will not pay attention to their service. He guards you at night."Zhuang Xiaoyu's lips tilted slightly, and the radian involved in the round, jade and moist face had an elusive smile: "no wonder these days, I see him thinner and thinner day by day..."Yinling wanted to say something, but she wanted to stop talking.Zhuang Xiaoyu continued to ask, "I slept well at night. Don't you need someone to take care of me?"Yinling was noncommittal: "I'm not in the bedroom. I don't know how my wife slept.""I see that the high priest has been too busy recently. Why don't you come and take care of me at night." Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at her: "are you willing?"Not surprisingly, when Zhuang Xiaoyu heard that she was going to take care of her, Yinling's thin shoulder trembled slightly. Although she tried to hide it, the unconscious panic in her eyes betrayed her fear and horror at the moment.Silver Bell's lips trembled and stammered: "nu... Nu is afraid that she can't serve you well at night. I'd better discuss this with the high priest. If the high priest doesn't trust you and won't let Nu serve you, nu... Nu can't decide without authorization."Zhuang Xiaoyu took a panoramic view of Yinling's expression and smiled innocently: "just say it casually. Don't be afraid."Yinling: "Silver bell wants to cry without tears.Back in the bedroom, Zhuang Xiaoyu leaned on the bed. "I'll have a rest. Don't bother me."Yinling nodded, took out Zhuang Xiaoyu's cloak wet by the heavy snow, burned the charcoal basin, and took the door when she withdrew.Zhuang Xiaoyu lay on the bed and closed her eyes. Unconsciously, sleepiness surged in.There are strange scenes in the dream. Corpses are everywhere on the forbidden area mountain, horses are running, men are covered with blood, Pipa bones are hooked by iron hooks and dragged in the snow. The white snow is dyed bright redThe woman's cry and cry is desolate and desperate, the cold wind is rustling between heaven and earth, the sky is wide, but there is no shelterThe woman was forcibly taken away, and the man lay like a dead body in the thick snow, circling in the air with crows ready to dive down at any timeZhuang Xiaoyu only felt that his heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp weapon, and even his breathing would be painful
