Xixun's enthronement ceremony, because of the arrival of the ink evil and the aventurine cod and boiled to the extreme, these two people, the same elegance is peerless, the crown of the four stars, one is the king of the thousands of people of Dongling, the other is the rising star of the four-star continent, by the city lord of the Falling Flower City, amazing different talent, who competes. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Xin Yinsi walked slowly, saluted the two, and said, "Master Mo, Emperor Tanglin, Xiao Wang will let people prepare tables and chairs." ”

Mo Xie glanced at him, and then laughed with Qingge, "The men in the entire Falling Flower City have fled when they saw me, do you know why?" ”

"Why?" Qingge's eyes sparkled.

"Because I broke my sleeve." Mo Xie laughed.

Light Song: "......"

The corners of Li Fugui's mouth twitched wildly, the chrysanthemum tightened, and he unconsciously took a few steps back, and the face of the aventurine cod was also a little awkward.

Xin Yinsi saw that Mo Xie ignored him, and the aventurine cod didn't even look at him, standing there, like an abrupt iceberg, Xin Yinsi's face was as black as if it had been poured with ink.

Xixun has an ancient rule, when the new emperor ascends the throne, he needs to carry out a ritual, he has to drink a cup of sealed blood left by the emperor, after drinking, he must take out the blood of the heart in the body, put it into a delicate crystal jade bottle and freeze it in the secret cellar, and after many years, there is a new register of kings, continuing this feudal tradition, drinking blood, bloodletting, and repeatedly.

It is said that drinking the blood of the previous emperor means inheritance, leaving blood for future generations, and the implication is that it will last for generations.

Lao Chen's eunuch attached his ear to Xin Yinsi, "Lord Wang, the ceremony is about to begin." ”

Xin Yinsi nodded, put down the wine glass in his hand, and looked at the light song who was laughing heartily without knowing what he was chatting with Mo Xie, his eyes dimmed a little, he only felt that the bright smile was extremely dazzling, and he wanted to destroy it.

He walked up to Qingge, put his big hand on his chest, and bent down, "Empress, it's time for the ceremony." ”

Seeing Xin Yinsi, the smile on Qingge's face immediately froze.

Ceremonies -

Regarding the ritual of blood, Qingge also knows a little.

Qingge nodded, got up, and walked forward with Xin Yinsi, Donglin Cod and Mo Xie followed behind him, and Yun Yuexia and Li Fugui were behind the hundred officials.

Behind her, is the minister of Xixun's society.

Out of the door of the Chiffon Palace, turn left, the deep palace is not young, the floating light is a glimpse, the pavilions and pavilions are everywhere, the flowers are like brocade, the east side of the west is searching, there is a magnificent ancestral hall, because there are many servants, it is not deserted, but there is a little bit of forest, and it is secluded and what is the song.

Walking into the ancestral hall, Qingge stood in front of the ancestors and ancestors of Xixun, with three futons at her feet.

The real person in the Taoist robe stood mysteriously on the side with a whisk, not knowing what to read in his mouth, until he opened his eyes, and the essence was shining, and immediately a palace maid walked up with a tray, the tray was covered with a black cloth, Xin Yin Si lifted off the black cloth, and a crystal clear transparent bottle was placed on the tray, and the scarlet blood in the bottle seemed to be still bubbling, sticky and flowing.

Xin Yinsi picked up the bottle with four fingers in both hands and handed it to Qingge.

Qingge looked at the blood vial in a daze-

"Empress?" The ministers looked at it, Xin Yinsi called softly.

Qingge's thoughts were pulled back, she stretched out her hand to take the blood bottle, opened the cork, and found that Xin Yinsi's eyes were straight and staring at her, Qingge raised her eyebrows, and asked tentatively: "The prince seems to be looking forward to me drinking this bottle of blood." ”

Xin Yinsi was too frightened, his temples agitated, he suppressed the turbulence in his heart, and said quietly: "The ritual of blood is solemn and sacred, and there can be no mistakes, Xiao Wang is thinking about the future of Xixun." ”

Qingge sneered, "Really? ”

"The blood is going to be cold, the empress drink it quickly." Xin Yin Si Dao.

For fear of damaging the blood, it was stored in the ice cellar until the day the new emperor ascended the throne, and in order to avoid the bloody taste, it was specially heated.

Qingge's hand holding the blood vial deepened a little stronger.

"Xiao Yueyue?" Soul Transmission.

Ji Yue leaned weakly on the seat of the Nine Dragons King, his cold and soft mud-like voice was like a little light of hope in the endless darkness, a pool of sweet spring in the dry desert, he opened his eyes weakly, his face was pale, and the essence in his body seemed to be ruthlessly sucked away, just supported by a wisp of remnant soul and a touch of consciousness.

"Is there a way to get rid of this vial of blood?" Although she was bloodthirsty, she did not like to drink blood.

So far, Qingge hasn't noticed Ji Yue's abnormality.

Her mind was all on the people behind Xin Yinsi and the movements of the Quartet, and the constant vigilance made her nerves a little tired.

Another reason is that she trusts Ji Yue so much that she subconsciously thinks that this king from the demon domain, as long as he doesn't use the forbidden ability casually, there will be no accidents.

There were so many people in the desolate kingdom, and she depended only on him, showing him only her weakness.

"You pour the aura into your throat, and when you drink blood, you use your spiritual power to open the passage to the realm of nothingness." Ji Yue said calmly, trying to make herself look less vulnerable.

He was still the mighty king.

Hearing the sound, Qingge raised his head and poured the blood in the bottle into his mouth, and the aura in the dantian was released, blocking his throat to prevent the blood from flowing down, and at the same time, Qingge used his spiritual power, and the red spiritual fire burned in the depths of her eyes, but she saw that the blood that should have entered her lower abdomen was actually gurgling into the realm of nothingness.

Xin Yinsi stared at Qingge and drank blood, without blinking his eyes.

Qingge made a swallowing motion and gave the bottle with a few traces of blood still hanging on it to Xin Yinsi.

Xin Yinsi smiled, "It is worthy of me to seek the Empress of the West, this posture of drinking blood is unparalleled." ”

Light Song: "......"

"The appearance of the prince's sycophants is incomparable." Said lightly.

Xin Yinsi: "......"

This mouth is too vicious!

After drinking the blood of the first emperor, the next step was to let the blood go, and Qingge rolled up his sleeves, and a palace maid came with a sharp jade dagger, ready to cut a knife on his wrist.

Qingge glanced at Xin Yinsi, who was engrossed, and was sure that this was definitely not as simple as a blood ritual.

With the experience of the previous beast tide in Qingshi Town, Qingge will pay attention in the future, this continent has a history of tens of millions of years, and the secret techniques that have been precipitated are terrifying, if the people behind Xin Yin Si will have some strange techniques, and the blood she released at this time will harm her.

Not to mention this, the Beiyue Emperor once gave a twin Gu poison in the womb of the night light song deity, which made her have to be vigilant, who knows if there is anything else strange about the cup of the emperor's blood that was given to her.

Therefore, it is better to be careful in everything, and there will be no mistakes.

"Let me do it."

The palace maid was holding a dagger and was about to slash towards the light singer, but a voice without any emotion sounded beside her.

Light song sideways, the aventurine cod walked in steps, expressionless, cold and handsome, he lowered his eyes and looked at the anxious palace maid, the moment his hand stretched out to catch the delicate dagger, the palace maid looked at him, almost suffocated, and did not know where to open his mouth if he refused, so he could only be at his mercy.

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