Time flies, time flies.

The peach blossoms on the mountain behind the Star Hall have bloomed and failed, defeated and opened, and in a blink of an eye, it has been two years.

Now, it is spring, and the peach blossoms in the back mountain are quietly blooming in the spring breeze.

The Hall of the Stars, which was reduced to ruins during the Great War, has been rebuilt as a majestic palace.

Heavy palace shadows, very gorgeous.

In the palace, there are all kinds of strange stone beauty.

In the deepest part of this palace, in that highest palace, there lived a man.

That person, who once had a name, was Beichen.

But now, no one dares to call him by his name, they only dare to call him king.

Under the sky, under the firmament, the five continents are under his command.

"Your Majesty!"

The general, dressed in fine armor, walked in lightly and knelt down at the foot of the high ranks.

On the throne, Beichen sat alone, drinking alone.

The hall is so big, his position is high, since he is standing at the bottom of the steps, he must also look up to him.

In the Hua Palace, the candlelight and fire shadow reflected his figure in countless faint shadows, and he was alone, sitting in the middle of his shadow, looking so lonely.

"How?"

"Back to the king......" the general hung his head a little timidly, "or ...... No. ”

Beichen put down the wine glass in his hand.

"Kill!"

"Yes, master!"

Brush!

The thin sword was unsheathed, the slender white palm was raised, and it fell, and in the sword light, the official was divided.

On the steps, the woman in the black robe who had just taken the life of the general waved respectfully.

Immediately, an attendant came in, quickly dragged the man's body away, and washed the blood on the ground with water.

The attendants knelt on the ground, wiped the water on the ground with a clean cloth, and knelt down to exit the door.

The woman in the black robe slowly raised her face and looked at the end of the ninety-ninth order, the handsome man, in a pair of beautiful eyes, there was an unconcealable admiration.

From a waitress who could only kneel outside his door and mop the floor for him like those maids just now, to stand and stand at the foot of his steps, it took her a whole year.

And then, here she was, watching him for a whole year.

I don't know when she got used to standing at the bottom of the stairs like this, looking at him.

Looking at the dried wine in the Beichen wine jug, she shook her body, then flew up, landed on the side of his table, and knelt down, she reached out to hold his wine jug.

Whether intentionally or not, her fingers gently touched his fingertips.

Beichen, side face.

"The master's wine is gone, Yan will go back and help you get it, okay?"

The woman slowly lifted her face, and the candlelight reflected her delicate face, and her seductive red lips were slightly upward.

Beichen Song pointed that the wine jug fell into her hand.

Yan Hui was happy in his eyes.

No, the next moment, an invisible and powerful force had been pulled out like a whip and fell under her.

Her body immediately flew out of front of him and fell into the hall at the foot of the steps, and the silver flask fell to the ground and rolled to the side with a clang.

Yan coughed up a mouthful of blood, but he didn't dare to wipe it, so he was busy straightening up and kneeling on the floor.

"The master is angry, Yan Hui doesn't dare anymore."

Beichen didn't look at her anymore, but just stood up.

"I'll give you the last ten days, if you can't find the purple pupil, you don't have to come back!"

With that, he turned and walked away.

Yan Hui watched his figure disappear from sight, slowly straightened up, and gritted his teeth angrily.

It's been two years, and he's been looking for that person for two years, even now, can't he forget her?!

PS: That's it