Hua Fan looked at these people, and they had no intention of giving in. Hua Fan knew in his heart that these people, Zhuge Ge, "Ghost", Qingwu, Si Feng, and Si Yu, should be half-dead existences, that is, the "living dead people" in Yanhong's tears.
"Chengsheng, we have received the order of Your Majesty, and we must stop you here and not let you step closer to this jungle." "Ghost" reiterated it again.
Zhuge also said, "Prince, please leave. Your Majesty does not want to see you now."
Hua Feng looked at these people, looked at the ghostly forest, and estimated how much he had in the matchup with them.
Hua Feng raised the corner of his lips. "He occupied the magpie's nest and set up heavy troops here. Isn't he just waiting for me to surrender? Now he says he doesn't want to see me. Should I believe him or not?"
Zhuge was speechless for a moment, but he still said, "Report to the princess, Your Majesty is not here to see you, but please leave."
"What if I say no?" Hua Qiang said. Some tears had accumulated in her eyes. This guy was really heartless. He had arrived in Mingyuexi, so why didn't he admit that he was waiting for her? Why did he make everything happen as if she was self-indulgent?"
The dark shadows of the secret guards were everywhere in the dense forests, both behind and behind. The arrows in the "Ghost"'s hand had been raised again, and Qingwu, Si Feng, and Si Yu's green jade flute had also been placed on his lips.
"Ghost" said. "Qiansui, if you insist on breaking through, you will be sorry. Your Majesty issued a death order to us this time. Those who are ministers will naturally fight to fulfill His Majesty's death order. If you take another step forward, don't blame us for offending."
Hua Tian is used to seeing the cuteness of "ghosts". This is the first time he has seen his seriousness. When he becomes serious, he really looks like a ruthless ghost. He is originally a demon clan, and perhaps such a face is his true nature. Cuteness or something is just a disguise.
What about Shangguan Jinnian? What is his true face?
"This is your true face. Everyone looks heartless. Since that's the case, I don't care about any affection. I must see him today. If you still have to stop it..." Hua Feng's lips raised a slightly ruthless smile. "Then what if I burnt the forest apart?"
The faces of several people changed slightly. They had experienced the ability to turn flowers. Not to mention burning the bright moon to a point, it would be nothing that could not be done as long as she thought.
However, whether it is a "ghost" or a casting sword, she knows it. She will never do that.
"If that is the case, I will definitely live and die with this forest." Zhuge said, "Of course I know the strength of the princess. But all of us are life given by Your Majesty. We will not disobey your orders no matter what."
The rest of them agreed by default.
Flowers were in anger. "Okay, okay, you are such a group of good dogs. I really want to watch Shangguan Jinnian increase your ranks. I'm afraid you've all burned charcoal ashes and won't see that day." She said, and began to set fire. The towering dead trees closest to her began to burn. The air in autumn was already very dry, and the flames burned dozens of trees to ashes in an instant!
Hua Fan was just talking angry. She felt a little emotional. In her opinion, Shangguan Jinnian was undoubtedly the most suitable person in the world to sit on that throne. No matter where, no matter when, there were always many people working wholeheartedly for him. Perhaps this is the so-called "winning people's hearts". With this alone, he was beyond Shangguan Jiying and Li Yuting, and many streets.
God's will is never predictable, and God's destiny always makes people.
The person written in the Five Colors Edict was actually a prodigal son who was in tears. Shangguan Jinnian, who was most suitable for the king, turned out to be a dead soul that had been dead for many years.
The red in the flower's eyes was as bright as a torch. The flames licked the dead branches and approached the person opposite step by step. Whether it was "ghost", Zhuge, Qingwu, Si Feng, Si Yu, his face was reflected in the fire and turned orange red. Large beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
Shangguan Jinnian's order did not allow them to hurt Hua Feng. So even though they all showed their weapons and looked tense, no one dared to fight Hua Feng.
Hua flipped her eyes and watched all this, gritted her teeth and didn't let go at all.
He just wanted to see Shangguan Jinnian, and just wanted to tell him. She already knew everything, everything was settled, and she had a decision in her heart, that is, to leave everything, destiny, five-color edict, family, etc., go to the devil. She wanted nothing, she just wanted to go back to him. Whether he was a human or a demon, whether he was a living person or a half-dead.
Since this lie started a long time ago, she would never end. She wanted to be with him!
The fire became stronger and stronger, and the wind blew up the flames. A fireball exploded among the dead branches and leaves. The white light splashed the charcoal ash all over the sky.
"You can't go on like this!" Qing Wu looked around without any movement. Her patience was very limited. Seeing Hua Fei's arrogance, her anger had already exploded. She snatched Si Yu's jade flute beside her and put it on her lips. After a few rapid and high sounds, a clear and refreshing sky suddenly rolled up layers of dark clouds, and it was as dark as night in a moment.
The heavy rain poured down, and the fire that burned the jungle was extinguished in the rain, and the white smoke from pillars rose. It was like a ghost fire in the dark night.
Everyone was soaked by the rain.
The two heavens of ice and fire are easier to turn rationality into nothing. Hua Feng's vision is blurred, and there is only one thought left in his heart. Just see him.
Once Qingwu's murderous thought was aroused, she would never give up. She picked up her own jade flute again, and her charming voice was lingering. A familiar and slim sound came.
When I think of the disgusting bugs, I feel scared when I turn to the flower.
She almost instinctively rushed towards Qingwu, who was holding the jade flute. When she was about to rush to her, Hua Pan realized that her perspective was a bit strange. She looked down and saw that her clothes and white fur were turned into bones.
She was not used to moving her furry feet--she hadn't changed into this state for a long time. Is it true that talents emerged under oppression?
Qingwu was obviously frightened, and the sound of the jade flute came to an abrupt end.