Ye Fengya's voice, which looked like cotton and needle, said cruel and cold words. The broken voice flowed under the quiet moon sky, like a ghost calling in his ears, scaring the people under the city walls.

Don't dare to breathe.

No one knows the specific situation on the city wall. They can only imagine what happened above from the language coming from the city wall. The Seventh Princess was injured, and was seriously injured. Blood was flowing. He was probably going to die soon. The Seventh Prince had already

Losing his mind.

A sigh suddenly appeared in front of the high window of an inn opposite the city wall, and then a woman covered her face and cried.

Everyone looked up and asked boldly, "What happened on the city wall? Is the Seventh Princess okay?"

The woman shook her head and covered her face and threw herself into the arms of the man next to her. The man gently patted her back. A pair of dark eyes looked at the city wall, and a deep sadness flashed through her deep pupils.

Just as the man was about to hug the woman into the room, an incredible sound of amazement came from the city wall.

Immediately afterwards, a bright blue light like a ghost fire enveloped the entire city wall. The light tilted down and illuminated the people under the city wall. Everyone looked at the bright blue light, as if they were about to penetrate somewhere.

With a layer of weirdness.

Taifu Ning pinched Queen Xiaode tightly, and a terrifying light appeared in his eyes. He stared at the bright blue light emitted by the freshly flowing like a pillar. When the blue light flashed, Leng Rutong's neck

The wound does not heal and closes itself, and it is like being stroked by a big palm, and it will be as smooth and tender as before, without any trace of injury.

Only the blood-soaked dress on her body shows that everything just now is real. Ye Fengya looked at her big palm with blood in disbelief, then looked at Leng Rutong, who was as intact as before, finally called out in surprise.

Voice: "Tong'er...Tong'er, wake up, you see, God can't bear to let you die..."

Perhaps Ye Fengya's oath worked. Leng Rutong trembled in the bright blue light, her eyelashes as light as a feather fan and opened her eyes. She smiled at Ye Fengya, and her smile set off her smile.

The fairy above the nine heavens, Ye Fengya couldn't help but grab her lips.

Everyone on the city wall was stunned. The blue light that appeared inexplicably, and Leng Rutong, who had just died, opened her eyes again. Some ministers couldn't help but burst into surprise: "Is the Seventh Princess a goddess?

.”

The Ancient History of the Night Sacred Dynasties once recorded a legend. Before the Yellow Plain existed, this place was ruled by a violent and cruel emperor. He was a devil who killed people without blinking eyes and enjoyed killing. The people complained but because

He had powerful power and no one dared to resist. Later, a blue light came down from Wushan, and a fairy as beautiful as the moon appeared in front of the tyrant king.

When she first appeared, she was as brilliant as the rising sun illuminating the beams of the roof. When she walked into some, she was as bright as the light shining from the bright moon. She was as bright as flowers and as soft as jade, allowing the tyrant king to see it at first sight.

Qingxin, from then on, she turned yellow and returned to peace. Until the tyrant king died of war wounds, the goddess suddenly left as if she suddenly turned into a ray of light.

No one has seen her since then. The book records that she was speculated that she was the goddess of Wushan, but no one can confirm that this is just a legendary myth.

The blue light emitted by Leng Rutong's body became thinner and thinner, and she coughed hard, pulling back Ye Fengya's sanity. He quickly pulled away his lips and asked gently, holding her still

The cold tenderness: "Tong'er, it's okay, we'll go home..."

He hugged Leng Rutong with his waist and was about to get up, but Leng Rutong grabbed his big palm tightly. Leng Rutong smiled again: "Dear, promise me... live well, don't kill Wu

....”

The blue light on Leng Rutong's body gradually disappeared, and Ye Fengya hugged her tightly: "Tong'er, stop talking... No..." Ye Fengya's crying voice once again crossed the entire night sky

Leng Rutong's body gradually disappeared in his arms. Ye Fengya hurriedly grabbed it with her hands, but what she caught was empty...

Leng Rutong's body had become transparent, Ye Fengya was stunned and stuck there, her eyes were already scarlet: "No... God, you are seeking death, return Tong'er to me... to me!

"Ye Fengya's eyes slid out of her broken eyeballs: "No...Don't take Tong'er away..."

He held the transparent image and shed tears at a loss. He reached out to touch the beautiful face he had touched countless times, but he could no longer feel any touch.

Leng Rutong disappeared and the image of Leng Rutong turned into a spot of light, and finally disappeared in the night sky. The full moon hiding behind the clouds floated out again, and the entire night sky began to regain a cool light. People on the city wall watched

I was stunned, and the people under the city wall were stunned.

Ye Fengya maintained the posture of hugging Leng Rutong, staring at the empty palms in a daze, and tears suddenly stopped. He stood up calmly and walked slowly towards Taifu Ning.

His black hair was fluttering in the air without wind and was chaotic. His blood-stained white robe was torn apart by him, revealing his strong muscles. His clear and transparent eyes were already scarlet.

There is only the sound of people's breathing nervously because of fear in the air, and no one dares to make a sound at this moment.

Ye Fengya is like an envoy from hell, with a cruel murderous intent, vowing to dye the cold night sky red.

He laughed coldly and arrogantly: "Tong'er, I want everyone in the world to bury you." As soon as he finished speaking, the wind suddenly rose in the quiet night sky, dark clouds floated to cover the bright moonlight, and the sky fell into darkness again, only in the distance.

The street lights are still shining.

Ye Fengya spread her hands into her arms and danced slowly, as gentle as Tai Chi, but suddenly she accumulated strength and suddenly came out into the space under the city wall. In an instant, the palm wind attacked like a huge wave.

All the lights on the streets under the city walls, in an instant, were blown out and the world became pitch black.

People were nervously pumping, they were afraid and fearful. They never knew that the Seventh Prince had such powerful skills. With just a light exertion, the lights in Qingfeng Street were blown out. This is no longer a force that humans can do.

The prince became a terrifying madman.

The night is terriblely dark, and the air is filled with the smell of blood, as if the blood flowing from the seventh imperial concubine's neck poured into everyone's heart. People are afraid to escape, but they can't take steps, so they can only be quiet.

Stand in place to accept punishment.

The wind whirred past, like ghosts and gods breathing in their ears. Suddenly, a fierce and terrifying shout came from the darkness. Then, the sound of falling down came one after another.

Many people fainted from fear, and those who did not faint were also so scared that they collapsed on the ground... The ghosts in the dark night were still wanton, and the night was still long...

On Wushan thousands of miles away, a red shadow stood on the roof and looked into the distance and sighed deeply: "Repeatedly warned them that Empress Xiaode must be killed, but... the goddess died before Empress Xiaode

The goddess is dead, the tyrant king appears again, and the world will suffer from the suffering of life."

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This is the Yellow Plain, which has rich resources and vast land. There is no one in the Yellow Plain. From its east to its west, there is no one alone. From its south to the north, it is so big that you can't imagine it.

There are more than a dozen countries on the Yellow Plain, six of which are in opposition to the Night Holy Dynasty.

Once the yellow plain was peaceful, people were free to travel, prosperous and rich, once green grass was lush with branches and leaves, there were countless love myths here... Once... these were just the past.

Nowadays, the Yellow Plain is full of killing and bloody storms. No one can live a peaceful life. No one knows when he will die next, because... there is a cruel king on the Yellow Plain. He is happy.

He will kill people at times, he will kill people at times, and even when he is calm.

Of course, he never had time to be happy or resentful, only that calm as ever, as if he had been killed, as if he was gently holding a carved air without any ripples.

He had a loyal and loyal man who helped Zhou to abuse. They would not object to any of his orders. They helped him to flatten other countries and arrested living people for him. They did all their bad things, but never got any retribution.

According to legend, some people say that God owes him, so no matter what he does, God doesn't blame him. According to legend, he once had a wife who loved deeply, but his life was taken away by God, and even his body was not left to him.

According to legend, he was once the kindest Taoist priest of Wudang Mountain, but his conscience was destroyed because of the heart of the person he loved deeply.

According to legend, he received the power of the demon and wanted to use the lives of the world in the yellowing plains to bury his wife. Feng Nayin debuted.

Everything is just a legend. No one has ever seen this violent and ruthless king. Only those who escaped death that night were trembling and trembling when they told him.

That night, the Holy Day was overturned overnight. Half of the ministers in the court died, and all the people were sleeping in the streets. He took the emperor to ascend the throne and began the battle of Huangpingyuan. He cruelly treated the people of other countries, but never moved

Any people in Yesong City.

Yege City has been as usual for several years. Except for the blood stains that cannot be wiped off the city wall, no item in Yege City has been moved in the past five years. Even the blue light that will fall will be re-fixed by people.

The wild flowers on the street, the public announcements on the street walls, and the imperial list were all five years ago. No one dared to post them again, nor did he dare to break them.

They have been exposed to sun and rain, but they still remain the same. No one dared to die in Yege City, nor did they dare to get married and have children in the past few years.

The business of Baihualou is becoming more and more prosperous. The young master in Baihualou has become a gathering place for women in Yege City, and all the officials and women come here to enjoy it. There is often a young master in white dress wearing a gauze robe sitting in Gongzihun's shop.

, He sat on his lying clothes and shook, showing an invisible smile.
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