binnovel Chapter 253 "Yaoyao?"
Chapter 253 "Yaoyao?"
Zhuo Qingci stood motionless in the original courtyard.
He just wanted to kill Gu Nian'an for a moment.
Oh, that doesn’t count either.
She was meant to be dead.
But his apprentice will be sad.
The peach blossoms that were urged to bloom by spiritual power before leaving have not yet been defeated.
This peach tree seems to have been blooming but not bearing fruit.
Zhuo Qingci thought to himself as his headache faded away.
Under the peach tree.
What's under the peach tree?
Zhuo Qingci walked two steps around the peach tree and stared at the roots.
How could there be something.
Ah Yu, that little fox might be hiding wine under the tree.
But how could he have the guts to hide the wine in his yard.
Zhuo Qingci summoned the spirit sword. He originally planned to let the spirit sword dig it out by himself, but after thinking about it, he threw the sword aside and found the tools himself.
There really is something.
Zhuo Qingci sat on the stone bench holding a small wooden box and wondered.
It is a specially protected wooden box.
Just why does it look like a coffin?
Zhuo Qingci took the handkerchief, wiped the dirt off the wooden box, and placed it in the middle of the stone table.
Why are there wooden boxes?
When was it buried?
Zhuo Qingci frowned and thought carefully for a moment, but couldn't figure out when this happened.
Could it be that the senior brother hid his personal money here?
impossible.
Zhuo Qingci quickly rejected this possibility.
Senior brother spends as much spiritual stone as he has, and sometimes he gets deceived because of his heroic actions outside, and finally comes to him to borrow the spiritual stone.
Zhuo Qingci really couldn't think of the origin of this box, so he simply didn't think about it and reached out to open the wooden box.
The outstretched hand suddenly stopped.
A charm is affixed to the wooden box.
The words on the spell are his own handwriting.
Zhuo Qingci never drew such blessing charms on weekdays.
Because he never believed in fate, nor did he believe in this so-called blessing.
But this spell is indeed his handiwork.
Or a spell written in his own blood.
[Peace and joy, no illness or disaster]
Can you clearly see the font of Zhuo Qing’s words:? ? ? ?
What kind of blessing is this?
What's inside?
Zhuo Qingci casually lifted the talisman and put it aside, then slowly opened the wooden box in his hand.
The wooden box was covered with fine silk woven from thousand-year-old Hantian silk, and there were several peach blossoms around it that had obviously been treated with spiritual power so they would not rot for thousands of years.
Fresh petals fell into the wooden box, and at the same time they fell onto the long, slender hand with clear joints that reached into the wooden box.
Inside the wooden box is a small longevity lock.
"longevity lock?"
Press the words "longevity 100 years" in the middle of the longevity lock with your fingertips.
Can you dream when you are awake?
Zhuo Qingci came back to his senses and found that he seemed to be back in a dream again.
That thing is a magic weapon?
Zhuo Qingci was a little confused, but he didn't feel there was anything wrong with him. On the contrary, the sudden pain in his heart when he saw the words "live a hundred years" disappeared.
It must be another dream where "him" is playing with a child.
Zhuo Qingci thought and took a few steps.
There's no harm in just playing with that kid.
After walking only a few steps, Zhuo Qingci felt that the scene in front of him had changed and he was on a stage.
A sacrificial table?
This was Zhuo Qing's first thought.
There was a child standing in the middle of the stage.
This was the second scene Zhuo Qingci saw.
Oh, is that kid whose face you can’t see clearly but is very cute turned out to be here?
But why on the sacrificial platform? Where are her adults? Can't you even watch a child?
Although the people in the audience could not see their faces, Zhuo Qingci could still tell that a sacrifice should be held now.
Maybe it was because she had heard her calling "Daddy" too much in previous dreams, and Zhuo Qingci, who had always been mindless about other people's business, suddenly became a little irritable.
Where is her father?
Such a young child couldn't help but let her run to the altar?
How did you do it?
Are you scared if you don't move?
Forget it, he can just carry her down.
It was quite windy on the platform, and this kid had so little clothes on.
"Come here, I'll carry you down."
This is what Zhuo Qing Ci originally wanted to say.
At least that's what he thought when he found that his natal spiritual sword appeared inexplicably in his hand, and stabbed the child inexplicably and uncontrollably.
"and many more!"
Why can't I move?
Not even if you cut off your hand? !
The sword plunged into the child's chest.
"Wait, wait!"
Blood splattered.
A hand touched his face.
Zhuo Qingci, who couldn't even control his own spiritual sword for the first time, raised his eyes to look at the child in panic.
No, this is a dream, it's okay.
She'll be fine next time I dream.
"Daddy."
The fog dispersed, and the face that had been blurry became clearer bit by bit as the sword entered inch by inch.
Zhuo Qingci slowly widened his eyes.
"Daddy, why are you crying?"
cry?
The warm moisture on his face was wiped away bit by bit with trembling fingers.
The child in front of me smiled brightly.
If she wasn't bleeding from the corner of her mouth.
No, wait, don't...
The sword is withdrawn.
The child fell back like petals knocked off by the rain.
She will knock her head off.
No, you should call Yao Xiu.
Now I can call the doctor to help.
No, he has many talents and treasures in his body, any one of them can save her.
Something rolled to the ground, making a crisp ringing sound.
Zhuo Qingci took back control of his body.
What rolled to the ground was a longevity lock.
[Longevity]
The child lying in a pool of blood was silent.
"Yaoyao?"