Chapter 290

If there is an accident in Lichi, it means that no one will be able to come and support in a short time. Yan Yi and Jiang chenbi can delay for a while, which is also futile. Finally, as long as someone finds them, they will die.

Jiang chenbi sat down slowly. At this time, his consciousness was quite clear. "Yan Yi, now we think it's futile to think about other things. Don't worry. Wait a second. I believe Li Chi."

The man shakes his head slightly. Compared with Huo Xun, he is more calm than Huo Xun. In addition to the emotional fluctuation caused by serious injury in the grottoes, Yan Yi is calm and self-sustaining most of the time.

"It's not that I don't believe in Li Chi. I just feel strange that it's just a mountain villa. Even if it's a great skill, how can we gather so many experts - it's just a continuous stream of experts?"

Jiang chenbi didn't think of it first, but she didn't have a chance to ask, "yes! I've been surprised for a long time. Is the money of a villa inexhaustible? You can see those people, but they are all desperate. How much money does it take to drive people to work hard for them? "

"Maybe it's not money, it's power." In the dim candlelight, the man's black pupil between the flash of a chill, he slowly spit out a name, "Xiao Yunjing."

Regent!

If Xiao Yunjing intervenes in this matter, or if the master Chao of Chaofeng mountain villa is his vassal, everything will be explained. Why there are so many experts in the Jianghu in the villa? Why is the villa so domineering and rampant that it can stand up to now.

"Possible, but why?"

Yan Yi seemed to fall into some kind of memory. "Did you forget the bodies you saw in the grottoes? Why does Master Chao need those people? Why does Xiao Yunjing need those people

All of this makes sense. Jiang chenbi had an epiphany, but it's a pity that they understood it too late. If they had realized this earlier, perhaps they would not have been rashly involved in the muddy water in the first place.

In the dark, the two men were speechless for a moment. The man said lowly, "Shen Bi, I love you."

On the steep cliff, Jiang chenbi did not know what Yan Yi's mind was. The light "Shen Bi, I'm happy with you" was like a silver needle, which pierced into the heart, and a fine hidden pain was felt. After the pain, he was suddenly wrapped in endless softness.

Even if it is, two people may not be able to escape ascension, at the end of the day, what he wants to say is just these six words.

Jiang chenbi blinked his eyes. "Hey, I don't believe in empty words. If you die here, I'll find another pretty husband and let you live on the huangquan road."

Yan Yi wry smile, "sure enough, the most poisonous woman's heart." The endless fatigue surged up like the tide, and filled all his limbs. He felt some strange peace, and even forgot the pain caused by his wounds.

It's not a good sign... But he's really sleepy.

He wanted to use those unforgettable family and country hatred, and wanted to use those fleeting beautiful moments to lift his spirit, but he felt that the line of defense of reason was becoming weaker and weaker.

The girl's hand gently stroked his cheek, as if to use fingertips to describe and remember his appearance. Suddenly, he felt a trace of warm tears falling down on the bridge of his nose.

"Don't cry..." he finally thought of what he was going to say. "Don't cry. I'm afraid you'll cry." With these words, he felt as if he had completed his final mission and fell down at ease.

There seemed to be some voices coming from outside the cave, which could not be heard clearly. After listening for a moment, Jiang chenbi's eyes suddenly burst out with terrible brilliance. Regardless of his fatigue, a carp rushed out.

It's Li Chi! It's the sound of leaving red!

Outside the cave, on the cliff edge, countless torches light up and extinguish, reflecting into the eyes.

Yan Yi was awakened by the sound of water.

In the chamber of secrets, the curtain falls heavily, and the light is dim as if it were the night. The man in black quietly gazed at the woman sitting on the pool and sat cross legged.

On the edge of the pool, the masked high priest's hands were sealed, and they were folded in the chest, and their lips were moving very fast, casting out incantations that ordinary people could not hear. In the incantation, there are wisps of faint light overflowing from the palm, and the lotus flowers in the pool surround the quiet people at the bottom of the water.

A body and a head belonging to different people, to be exact. I don't know how long it has sunk under the water, but the lifeless body still looks like it was when it was born, as if it had just been cut off by a knife yesterday and its head was separated.

Time flow, as if everything has turned into smoke. Yan Yi is a little confused. He doesn't know where he is at this moment. Is he on the huangquan road? Is he going to leave the girl after all?

Wake up, Lord. You can't live without you. Do you really want to sleep forever? We are all your most loyal believers"High priest..." Finally, someone in the corner sighed, because it was too weak, even the sigh also seemed to be a little powerless, "give up, you can't do it."

"Shut up! I don't believe it! No way At that moment, the woman gave out a cry of despair and raised her hands to the sky. Her long hair flew from the pool in an instant, flying like a snake, twining around the body and head under the pool, and even lifted them out of the water! The man looked more and more frightened, however, without waiting for him to stop all this, the long hair flying in the air stopped, and it seemed that he suddenly lost his strength. The long, empty hair only stopped for a moment, then fell into a soft state. With a plop, the body and head sank to the bottom of the water again, motionless.

All the disciples of the burial palace knew the high priest's decision to kill, but few knew that she was also a top martial arts expert. After taking off her mask, she turned out to be a pretty girl. At this moment, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength. On her white face, the old wounds were even more ferocious.

Yan Yi didn't know whether he should feel lucky or sad.

The head of the burial palace was seriously injured three years ago, and has never appeared since then. The affairs of the church should be entrusted to the high priest. Many people have already regarded the high priest as half of the palace master.

However, only the high priest himself could not recognize it, and he still spared no effort to save the palace master. As a result, his character became more extreme and moody, and he was almost crazy. Now, the palace master finally died.

If he does not die, the high priest will not be distracted to heal himself, will he?

Yan Yi thought to himself, at this time, his whole body was covered with snow-white gauze, and he could not even see his original appearance. However, as long as he woke up and was still buried in the world palace, it showed that the high priest wanted him to live.

He tried to sit up, but in vain. His whole body was as if he had been immersed in a boiling powder, but he could not lift his strength. He wanted to ask Jiang chenbi where he was and whether he was safe. However, he understood that he should not ask, so he could only fall into silence and wait for the high priest to speak.

"Waste." The high priest stood down and coldly spat out two words, "if I were you, I should jump down in Chaofeng mountain villa, where there is still face to live?"

Yan Yi listened quietly, without any waves in his heart. Even want to ask: in this case, why do you save a waste? Burying the world palace is not a place to advocate virtue. All the people saved by the high priest must have its cause and effect.

"Do you know why I want to save you?" Sure enough, the second sentence is like this, Yan Yi slightly twisted his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth took out an arc of sneer.

"Because the palace master is dead at last," the man's voice is not light or heavy, with a trace of serious injury is not healed, unique dumb. "You are afraid of no successor."

Suddenly, his lapel was lifted up, involving the whole body up and down the general pain, Yan Yi frown, but the corner of his mouth still with a cold smile, "high priest, don't be angry."

The woman gazed at this face quietly. Decades ago, in the holy lake of the burial palace, she was given the Oracle: the restoration, the Yan family. It is because she has cultivated young people all the way to now, every step is carefully planned and painstaking.

What's the name of Luo? It's just a piece of chess for the whole situation. When he was there, it was used to check Yan Yi. Now he doesn't need to check and balance, or his ability is not enough. Let him die.

The surname Luo is not important, Li Chi is not important, even Chu Danfeng and Lu Yunjian are not important. However, the high priest has clearly felt that men are beginning to be fearless and arbitrary, and start to try to break away from her control and become a new school.

This will never be allowed.

"Yan Yi, as innocent as you are, you don't really think that after the death of the master of the burial palace, there will be chaos without a leader?"

Men face her, seemingly respectfully bow his head, etiquette can not pick out a trace of error, "subordinates dare not."

"Do you think you are the only one