The woman in scarlet clothes raised a plain white face, this face was extremely beautiful, and the crystal eyes of the two stars embedded in it were also extremely beautiful, but also extremely sad: "Wang ......" suddenly overflowed tears from those crystal clear eyes.

She half-squatted, tears hanging down her cheeks, and raised her face to look at Rou Dai. Tears flowed down, wet the rouge cardamom, and smoothed over her miserable white face in the bleak night, full of sorrow.

When I looked at it again, the distinct colorless tears turned crimson, the same color as her clothes, and the same color as her blood......

Rou Dai opened such a beautiful pair of eyes, but Zhou seemed to have withdrawn all his strength, and with how he tried his best to shout and hide, his throat seemed to be choked by something, and he became edematous, unable to say a word, unable to move at all.

So, he could only watch quietly and quietly as the familiar woman in scarlet clothes approached him little by little, her steps were light, and her whole body seemed to float.

However, he was like a wooden clay tire, like any lifeless object.

Little by little, little by little...... This kind of fear that gradually spreads is more unbearable than death.

"King, are you afraid of your concubines, are you afraid of your concubines?" the woman lowered her eyes rather pitifully, and her plain white lips smiled negligently, and the smile was faint, "The pain and pain of the venom all over the body, the king...... My husband, my favorite love, can you imagine?"

She raised her fingers, and her boneless wrist brushed gently over Rou Dai's body, from her chest, to the two narrow collarbones that connected her open shoulders, then to her white jade-like glimmering neck, and then to her weak cheeks...... She frowned and tilted her head: "I've tasted it thoroughly, I've tasted it thoroughly...... My throat, my chest, my body were swollen inch by inch, and the dull suffocation of that cramped was like ...... It's like dead pork stuffed in a salt shaker. ”

She groaned, her hands slowly raised: "The venom soaked all the way down the meridians, wandered over my hands, and gnawed at my skin and my face like a knife and needle...... Over and over again, I repeated the pain before I died...... Over and over again, I can't break free or escape. Your Majesty, Your Majesty...... You're so ruthless, you're so ruthless!"

She suddenly leaned down, her delicate face the size of a palm pressed against Rou Dai's haggard cheeks, and her lips exhaled and rubbed slightly: "Your Majesty, can you imagine, can you imagine?" The eyebrows curled tighter and tighter, "It's like ...... This way. She suddenly showed her face, and her distinctly beautiful face quickly distorted and deformed in front of her.

Inch by inch, inch by inch.

Her skull cracked suddenly, and the dark red viscous liquid was mixed with a pungent fishy smell, gurgling outward, and the eyes quickly enlarged, almost beyond the top that ordinary people could reach, and the eyeballs seemed to crack at any moment and were about to explode: "Your Majesty...... When the concubine just married in Dongliao, you said that the concubine was as beautiful and delicate as a rose with dew in the morning light. The concubine is now ...... Isn't it beautiful?"

Isn't it beautiful......

The nightmarish interrogation swirled in his ears, and he breathed like an orchid.

Rou Dai wanted to close her eyes, but her body still couldn't move, and she couldn't even lift her eyelids. The supernatural and bloody scenes reproduced in detail before his eyes, and great fear swallowed away all his will. But he could only watch and see clearly......

This woman is his wife, the eldest princess of the Chu State, and the former queen of the Eastern Liao State who died of illness not long ago. A beautiful, elegant and virtuous former queen.

Her black hair quickly scattered in all directions, and more green strands quickly grew from the back of her head. Gradually, the forehead, eyebrows, and cheeks were covered with hair, and the hem of the glamorous and boundless crimson dress suddenly turned into a void white clothes. The soft hands quickly withered and cracked, showing a dark gray shriveled skeleton. She turned her head slowly, and looked coldly at Rou Dai from the gap in her hair that was hanging low: "Wang, is the concubine still beautiful? Is the concubine still ......beautiful?" The sharp voice that seemed to cry and laugh pierced the midnight three watches, and the eternal silence was in the sky......

Great fear engulfed the king.

Rou Dai opened her eyes suddenly......

The surrounding scenery is so familiar and peaceful, Fang Jue was originally a dream.

He closed his eyes again and let out a long breath, then opened them again.

It was the middle of the night, there was no one in the dormitory, and the clusters of candles burning between the bronze candlesticks were also extinguished. The screens and curtains flew, but there was no shadow of the moon tonight, only the dark glow sifting through the windows, casting a circle of mottled appearances on the cold surface.

In the gloom and darkness, and disillusionment, Rou Dai was suddenly frightened and breathless...... He saw the former queen sitting at the head of his bed!

The woman was impartial, she couldn't see her facial features clearly, and she looked at herself upright!

"Ahh

But the woman seemed to know his thoughts, and hurriedly took a step forward: "It's me, it's me." Her soft voice carried the magic of calming people's hearts, and she whispered, "Your Majesty, it's me...... I'm phantom. ”

As soon as the words fell, the fear seemed to dissipate.

Rou Dai Fang calmed down, and suddenly realized her gaffe: "Oh. He gasped and casually agreed, "Queen of hard work." ”

Dancing along a curtain of light yarn with a dreamy depth of field, Phantom suddenly raised his finger and stroked a soft couch covered with gardenias: "Your Majesty, sister, I also like this flower......" She smiled faintly.

Soft and delicate.

Phantom Xi didn't mean to pause, her voice was not high, and she said to herself: "You say, sister, have you gone far?"

Under the constant caress of her slender jade fingers, the gardenia soft couch seemed to re-bloom a string of smiling and bloody flowers: "Your Majesty, you say...... Is my sister's soul attached to this gardenia, or is it attached to the free, dancing curtain? or is it ...... Attached to me?" she leaned forward suddenly, smiling with a smile, squinting her eyes freely and lazily, and condensing towards Rou Dai like a ripple of water.

Rou Dai shivered coldly, and her body subconsciously moved into the root of the wall, and she couldn't help but tear the wound bound with the bandage.

At this time, at this time, at this time, at this time, the hall is full of darkness and seclusion all night...... As far as the eye can see, everything is as if you are immersed in the light of the dark fire of the ghost world.

The cold is the cold that comes from the bottom of the heart from the back of the backbone.

The crystal curtain sounded, and Yukun suddenly came in at this time when the curtain was lifted. He paused, standing awkwardly in place, forgetting to salute.