Evil King

"Your Majesty, the princess was full of tears just now, and the flying horse ran out, her emotions were extremely wrong, and the minions didn't dare to stop them." The guard at the gate came to report.

"Reimu?" His Majesty the Emperor was startled, and suddenly sneered, and said: "Will both mother and daughter leave me to meet their lover? Haha...Forget it, don't worry about her! Bring me wine! Today, I, Have a good celebration!"

"Yes!"

The cold wind whistled and passed through the air, and dusty snow chips were blown up and flying in the air. The most prosperous street in Tianxiang City, at this moment, it turned out to be a little Ghost Qi!

A small yellow sedan chair with tassels and hanging colors, under the escort of hundreds of people, marched forward without delay. Hesitation and struggle flashed on Murong Xiu's beautiful face in the sedan chair.

Do you really want to do this?

The next moment, there seemed to be the bleak, lonely and desolate man in front of her eyes, but those eyes that had been desperate for a long time were still affectionate and hot!

"Xiaohan..." A trace of sincere tenderness appeared on Murong Xiuxiu's face. Although, this expression has never been shown by Ye Guhan during this period of time, but when the night is quiet, when she says this name, it makes her feel sour and bitter, and it is precisely because of this sourness and bitterness. It will make her feel that she is still alone, and she is still a woman!

This affection has tortured three people for a lifetime. It has become the dream and eternal scar in the life of Yang Huaiyu, the lord of Tianxiang Kingdom, and it has also made Murong Xiuxiu and Ye Guhan an unfailing memory in their hearts.

In this silent late night, Murong Xiuxiu found that she was strangely thinking of too many past events, the affectionate past, the passing of each other, as in the present; it is just like in this short road, before oneself All the details of his life are played back one by one.

"Xiaohan... bitter you..." Murong Xiuxiu's face was covered with tears. At this moment, she suddenly remembered a poem that Ye Guhan left to own before escaping to the End of the World, and she couldn't help but smiled sadly, and took out a plain white handkerchief from her arms. On it, a few lines of blood-red small characters were embroidered with dragons and phoenixes. :

Do not regret the affectionate life in this life, willing to drift away alone; long hatred of the mandarin couple only dreams, and would rather bear the heaven than the Qing!

After Ye Guhan left, Murong Xiuxiu embroidered this brocade and put it close to her body. It was just that, except for herself, no one knew that this bright red handwriting was Murong Xiuxiu's own blood!

Soaked with own blood and dyed the red and white thread, and then put on the needle, stitch by stitch on the Own Jinpa, embroidered the last poem given to O by my favorite person!

Survived today!

Just a few days ago, there were two more lines on it, and it was still the same bright red: "If the fate of the next life is not complete, I would rather lose the sky than the Qing!"

It is the last two sentences of this poem that Ye Guhan has changed recently! After Murong Xiuxiu finished embroidering these two sentences, he embroidered two words below: "Look forward to it!"

Xiaohan, not only do you look forward to it, but I also look forward to it! If the fate is not over in the next life, I would rather bear the sky than the Qing! If there is an afterlife, I will only belong to you! Laugh for you, cry for you, cry for you, rejoice for you, have children for you, grow old with you...

Even if it is poor or humble... But as long as you and I can be together, I... will not regret it!

Xiaohan, the world is singing the praises of Jun Wugui and Dongfang Wenxin, regretting them, and sympathizing... But, who knows how much I envy them? Although Yin & Yang are separated by different paths, they have been a couple for more than ten years after all!

With such a relationship, he once owned her, and she once owned him! They are so happy...but we never have each other...

Xiaohan...My favorite man, do you know how sore and painful every time I see you...

Afterlife, afterlife...

"Enlighten Empress Empress, the Monarch's Mansion is in front of you." The guard riding on the horse turned back to report respectfully.

When he was speaking, Murong Xiuxiu happened to recall the ups and downs of this life and traced it back to the present; he was wandering in his mind, like in the clouds and mist... This sentence awakened Murong Xiuxiu from his dream and lifted the sedan chair. Curtain looked out, her eyes still confused: "So fast?"

So fast? The guards were very speechless. The road was snowy and the ice was so slippery at night. We were cautious all the way. Where did we go faster? Obviously it is slow.

A gust of wind came, and the rolled up snow flakes suddenly hit Murong Xiuxiu's face exposed by lifting the car curtain, causing her to shudder, and an ominous premonition suddenly rose in her heart. Is it on the way? Or has my way come to an end?

At this moment, a hurricane suddenly rolled up, and it rushed towards the sedan chair in the sky above him with a powerful force of thunder!

Brilliance flickers, there is a sword in the hurricane!

"Be careful, empress!" The guard exclaimed in horror!

In the distance, thunder-like horseshoes roll in like a squally rain; in the middle of the night, when the ground is frozen like a mirror, the horse runs wildly, either a madman or a madman, because once you fall, you will break your hands and feet. , And died on the spot! It is simply a disrespectful waste of own life!

A faint but hysterical call came from the wind: "... Queen... Be careful... Queen... Be careful..." The voice was blown intermittently by the bone-to-earth wind, but it was audible. The infinite despair and anxiety in the voice! In the cold winter night, Princess Reimu rode a horse and rushed desperately with a disheveled hair. The cold wind blew her face, and the tears on her face were already frozen...

Murong Xiuxiu also heard the guard's exclamation, and saw the hurricane coming overhead, as well as the vague figure in the hurricane... The sound of horses hooves from the rear also entered her ears, and her daughter was heartbroken. She also heard clearly in the strong wind of the cold night...

But she suddenly discovered that she was like falling into an ice cave and couldn't move a single movement! Under the cover of this earth-shattering profound art, she has no power to protect herself at all, so she can only wait to die!

But on her quiet face, there was a trace of relief-this is going to... go?

"Ah~~~~" A wolf howling desperately screamed, Ah Jiu's shadow-like figure suddenly appeared, kicked on the sedan chair, and the whole sedan chair retreated quickly. At this moment, it was revealed that the ground is full of The benefit of the icing actually slid out quickly... and his thin figure was bright yellow, and he roared loudly, Yazi jumped up to face the hurricane in mid-air! Silhouettes in the hurricane!

Earth Profound Peak! The personal guard of the Empress Empress turned out to be a master of Earth Profound Peak!

However, it was Mr. Wen who came to assassinate, and this was a supreme master! Don't say it is the Profound Earth, even if it is the peak of the Profound Sky, it can be killed instantly! What is the mere pinnacle of Dixuan?

But he blocked it after all!

The blood burst in the air, and Ah Jiu's body just rushed up, and instantly turned into a sky full of flesh and blood, and a little bit of blood fell like a rain of blood!

But Mr. Wen's figure is faster than these blood rains! He is like a demon god descending from the sky, flying down! He still carries a small package on his back. Once Murong Xiuxiu is killed, he will immediately fly away and return to the Supreme Jincheng!From then on, he has no worries for him!

"Protect the Queen!" Dozens of guards raised their swords and stopped in front of the sedan chair. At this moment, Murong Xiuxiu turned over, rolled out of the sedan chair, and landed on the snow. At the same time, there was a thud. , The small sedan chair was hit by palm force and torn apart!

Mr. Wen didn't say a word, the sword round, a Sword Qi flashed out like a moon, dozens of guards in front of him screamed, and even under this strike, they all changed into two pieces! Sword Qi came out, leaving a deep sword mark on the ground! Snow chips are flying!

With the sound of the horse's hoof approaching, Princess Reimu rushed desperately, leaped off the horse and almost fell down, madly rushing towards the mother who fell on the ground, screaming in her mouth: "Queen..."

Mr. Wen kept flying by, his eyes hesitated for a moment, and he flew out with a bang with his right palm! Even in the air, you can clearly see the formation of a vacuum black hole, in the shape of a palm, hitting Murong Xiuxiu's vest from the air!

"Stop!" A ghostly figure appeared without warning. Before the figure arrived, he shot out a force to intercept Mr. Wen's palm. The strong palm hit Murong Xiuxiu's heart with a bang!

Murong Xiuxiu snorted, her delicate body flew off the ground, and a mouthful of red blood spurted out in midair, like a flower that was forcibly picked from a branch, falling weakly from the air. ...

Her goose yellow dress unfolded in the air, like a delicate flower, withering in the snowy night...

"Mother Queen!" Princess Reimeng was guilty and rushed forward, looking out of time, she slammed forward desperately, and knelt down on the ground with a click, her knees knelt on the hard ice, shattering. ! But she didn't realize it, just stretched out her hand and firmly caught the body of the mother who was about to land, just like catching the only dependence of her life...

"Ka!" The strong momentum caused Princess Reimu to be rushed backward while catching her mother. Her knee was still kneeling on the ground. It was already shattered. After this rush, the whole The upper body suddenly folded back, and the back of the head slammed on the snow and ice...

She knelt on the ground and heard a crisp sound again from her knees, and the blood flowed out instantly. If she opened her dress and looked at it, she would definitely see her knee joints shattered, and the delicate flesh had long been cracked. It was miserable. The broken bones are also exposed...

But at this moment, the girl who had been spoiled since childhood showed sheer strength. Such absolute pain could not be tolerated by even a master of the gods, but this little girl could bear it for life, and the back of her head was instantly The blood was smashed, but he hugged his mother's body abruptly, and didn't let the mother's body suffer a little shock...

Murong Xiuxiu's eyes opened diligently, looking at her daughter who was looking desperate and sad, with a trace of tenderness and nostalgia on her face. She wanted to say: "Meng'er, don't be afraid, the queen is fine." But one I opened my mouth, but a big mouthful of blood spurted out again, this time, with visceral pieces...

She wanted to raise her hand to wipe away the tears on the face of her beloved daughter, but found that she could not even move her fingers. She could only endure the severe pain of tumbling in her body, but she tried to make her face calm and painless. Looks like, looking at her daughter with gentle eyes, and doing her best to signal to her: Mother does not hurt, it really does not hurt...

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