Immortal Voices

Such a brutal approach directly annoyed everyone, and a courtier secretly united, and also raised the insurgents in the people.

Rebellion here, Minger rebellion.

The three princes who settled down led rebellions, but there were too many people who could not hold back.

First An An died on the battlefield, then An Second, and then An Third. Even the widow An Xiu was poisoned by the people left by the great prince.

Rong Xian looked coldly at the destruction of the home, until the people of Zhongqianjie died except everyone, and she wiped her neck and committed suicide.

Opening her eyes again, Cangtian murmured in her head: "You son, good job. I know you are as lovely as before, great."

After Rong Xian unilaterally pulled it black, it had a profound meaning: "The second week has opened."

Those people have memories this time.

Rong Xian just sat up from the bed, and the door was knocked open by someone.

The wife of the prime minister picked up Rong Xian and handed the person to the dark guard next to her, her voice trembling a little: "Immediately leave the young girls with the young girls, and go as far as possible."

The royal family and courtiers with memories both shot at the same time and wanted to destroy their family.

After the news came out from the spies of the palace, the prime minister and his wife laughed twice bitterly. The only thing they could do was to keep a few children alive.

Rong Xian was the youngest and was fleeing for a few years with three elder brothers and elder sisters.

After Big Brother An got together with a group of people who were hostile to the court, their lives were better.

But ten years later, Rong Xian stood in the palace again.

Then she asked the guard to take out all the other monks from the Middle Ages except their family, and burned all the people directly in the palace, not even letting them go.

Mr. An's family who was accidentally strangled: "..."

# 求 Their family's psychological shadow area #

The third week was opened. Rong Xian sat in the room and waited, and found that the whole world was calm.

Rong Xian frowned slightly, only to know when the lunch came, someone wanted to kill her first.

She tossed lunch aside, and as soon as she opened the door she saw someone stabbing at her with a dagger.

Rong Xian took two steps back fiercely, with a flick of his fingertips, and a silver needle pierced the assassin's eyebrow. The man's eyebrow left a trace of red dots, and the man had fallen to the ground and died.

Rong Xian sighed, "Is it bad to live?"

After saying this, she gave a sigh of embarrassment, and felt that herself, who was brutal for two weeks, was not qualified to say this.

Facing a steady stream of assassinations, the Prime Minister's family struggled.

Whenever they wanted to ask why Rong Xian had to kill everyone, Rong Xian was innocent, as if he were a ten-year-old child, innocent and innocent.

Over time, they also assumed that those who had died tragically in the previous two years had memories, except that the culprit was not.

The An's family looked complex and difficult to distinguish, but still guarded Rong Xian.

Rong Xian was a little tired of being assassinated. She took a bunch of bells in her hand and went out silently to meet some of the most fierce forces, hypnotizing their most trusted confidants, and directly poisoning people. Poisoned.

Every day thereafter, several or even a dozen die from poisoning.

Over time, some people slowly came back to Weier, and before they did, Rong Xian sent a group of people to poison all the wells in the city, and the next day the entire imperial city became a dead city.

Alas, his family was poisoned.

Rong Xian stood on the street full of dead bodies and said, "This fantasy is quite real."

When she was just standing in this world and heard Cangtian said that she could read the file and come back, she knew that the only true monk in the entire world was the projection illusion. This was her fierce work and no way back s reason.

The false world has been boring for a long time, even her little Qianjie is not interesting.

That tool spirit is also mindless.

Rong Xian grunted, and a pack of poison also poisoned himself.

Then, next week.

Before the crowd could respond, they were all killed by the sudden plague.

The next week, there will be a plague.

The next week, I was unknowingly poisoned again.

Assassinated.

Besieged and killed by the whole people.

died……

Everyone: "..."

His mother's rebirth came back less than three days, and each time she died.

This is an unbreakable curse. They all know that this was done behind the scenes by the unscrupulous Ms. Anjia Er. They didn't cover everything, but every time they couldn't protect themselves and didn't have time to find fault.

When they died ten times, everyone said: We can fight again, we don't believe that we can't die a child.

When they died twenty times, everyone said: Help us, stand up and continue to chat.

When he died thirty times, everyone said: We need to take medicine, we need treatment, and we can rescue it.

When they died forty times, everyone lay straight and died.

When they died fifty times, everyone burst into tears, praying that Heaven would accept Miss An Er's snake disease.

After sixty deaths, some people couldn't help but cry at the feet of Rong Xian, crying, and said that they could commit suicide by themselves, and there was no need for the second lady to labor to arrange their death.

When he died 70 times, everyone: smile suddenly metamorphosis.jpg. Come here, today I stabbed myself five times before dying, how about you?

When he died 80 times, everyone: Come, crazy.

Seeing that everyone was almost crazy, Qi Ling also tearfully dispelled the illusion, and sent a group of crazy monks back home.

Obviously it's red and refined, but it's still twenty times behind.

But those twenty times did not dare to let go of the spirits. If they continue to do so, the spirits of those people will probably be restored. This kind of spiritual trauma is acting on the spirits and it will take time to repair.

Qi Ling encountered this situation for the first time, and those people who had gone through the dust before had passed through this century.

Only this time, not only ended in the shortest time, but many people were crazy in the middle.

The mentally weak soul almost disappeared, or it was secretly maintained by it.

Qi Ling couldn't help looking at the new owner who had awakened from the canopy, and the whole body of the little light group was dim.

Mom, snake ailment.

Rong Xian blinked, looking at the huge canopy under her head, the weather above her head, and in the distance still a monk who was preparing to allocate a place in the creation pool.

Well, come back.

Rong Xian concealed the regrets at the bottom of her eyes. To be honest, she was very enjoyable in the fantasy, and she could do whatever she wanted.

As long as the thought of those who just read the file later came back crying to prepare a coffin for themselves, Rong Xian could not help laughing.

She tilted her head slightly, and just wanted to say something to the lieutenant and Huaying who had opened her eyes, but when they saw her at first glance, her face changed, as if she was a ghost, and she ran away.

Rong Xian: "..."

She glanced sideways at a few people, their bodies stiffened, their feet stopped, and then they slowly recovered.

Rong Xian didn't look at the face of their seven emotions, beckoning towards the small light group not far away.

The small light group fell uncontrollably in Rong Xian's hands and shivered, looking pitiful.

Rong Xian gently touched Xiaoguang with his fingertips, and said happily, "This game is very fun to play, continue next time."

Xiaoguang Mission: I can't control the power of metamorphosis.