On the day Shangguan Yao stepped on the Xingzhu Terrace, the long and heavy bells wandered in every corner of the Xingzhu Terrace, and the empty courtyard was filled with the smell of incense. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Before leaving, her body trembled slightly, she was wrapped in a scarlet cloak, and her thin body was completely wrapped in the cloak, which made people feel sorry.

Behind him was Shangguan Yi who sighed deeply.

There was a crisp sound of wind chimes at the corner of the eaves of the star platform, but the ding-dong was particularly depressed. The weather seemed to be darkening all of a sudden, and some restless wind swept the fallen leaves on the ground, swaying at will, and the shadows were full of shadows.

Shangguan Yao's pupils slowly opened and contracted, her lips tightened, and she gently spit out, "Let's start." ”

The High Priest of Liguo was born with the ability to foresee the future and transform time and space. Although Shangguan Yao has been stubborn since she was a child, she has been learning spells in the past few years, and she knows the importance of this trip. She wants to go back in time to the Yun Kingdom five years ago, and personally kill the Emperor of the Yun Kingdom who has not yet ascended the throne, Song Yan.

After everything was ready, Shangguan Yao walked up to the Star Terrace. The Rebellion is not simple, it is a spell that has been forbidden by all priests for thousands of years, unless the matter has reached the point of urgency.

She picked up the dagger, slashed her index finger, dripping blood into the center of the Nakshatra, and muttered to herself. In an instant, a gap opened in the sky, and then a whirlpool poured out, growing larger and larger. But after a while, the notch was stitched up again.

Shangguan Yao's face changed slightly, and he said anxiously: "Mother, what's going on?" ”

Shangguan Yi pondered for a long time, as if he understood something, picked up the dagger and cut a long cut on his wrist, and blood flowed all over the ground in an instant. She hurriedly placed her hand on top of the Nakshatra Observatory, and blood flowed all over the Nakshatra Terrace.

"Mother, what are you?"

"I think this is the introduction of the anti-heaven life-changing technique, it must be a person from the Shangguan family who sacrifices his life, Yao'er, you must not let me down!" Her blood flowed faster and faster, but after a few moments, Shangguan Yi gradually lost her blood color and collapsed to the ground.

Shangguan Yao pounced violently, crying silently. "Mother, don't die, mother......"

At this time, under the gravitational pull of Shangguan Yi's blood, the sky opened a vortex again, she glanced at her mother lying on the ground, and murmured: "Mother, I will definitely save Liguo and save you!" As she spoke, she stepped into a whirlpool. Suddenly, the heavens and the earth changed, and everything poured into the whirlpool, and no one was spared.

When she opened her eyes, she found that she had become the same person she was five years ago, with a hint of greenness on her beautiful face. At this time, she was in a dense forest, which was the cloud country five years ago. Her right hand clenched the dagger and walked forward with some fear.

Su Chengjing and I had been following her closely, and I felt Shangguan Yao's deep fear at this time. She had never killed anyone in her life, not even an ant, and she was afraid of what she would do when she saw Song Yan.

In the hazy night, there seemed to be a white in front of her eyes. Just as she was wondering, a teenager ran from the woods. Black eyes and red lips, eyebrows are clear, but the white clothes on his body are torn in many places, which should be embarrassed, but from his face, there is a little more noble. He grabbed her hand and yelled at her, "Run! She hadn't expected such a move, and she was stunned. A pair of eyes that were both frightened and surprised. Although she lived for fifteen years, she never took a man's hand. She is the high priest of Liguo, and her status is noble, and her mother said that if she is not a prince or general, she is also a good minister and a sage.

He pulled her to run quickly, she held his hand, and in the haze she looked at him with eyes as bright as the moon, and her voice was like a drizzle of clothes: "Don't be afraid, I will definitely take you out of here." With just this sentence, she seemed to have forgotten all the past and removed all her guards. Many, many years later, she still felt warm in her palms.

Shangguan Yao followed the boy out of the dense forest, and finally hid behind a mountain temple ten miles away. The boy did not let go of the hand that was holding her, but pulled it tighter and tighter, making her hand hurt terribly.

At this time, several black-clothed people walked out of the mountain temple, as well as a woman who was tied up with five flowers. The man in black threw the woman to the ground, and one of them put a knife on the woman's neck and said loudly: "Third prince, your mother is in our hands, if you don't come out again, she will die!" ”

"Yan'er, don't come out, it's not a pity that my mother died, but Yan'er, remember, you must live well!" When she had finished speaking, the woman threw herself up by the neck and died by the sword.

Shangguan Yao clearly felt the strength of the young man holding her hand, as well as the trembling of his body. The next moment, he let go of her hand and was about to rush out, Shangguan Yao immediately picked up the stone beside him and knocked him unconscious, while she herself sat quietly on the ground, looking at his side face in a daze. He is Song Yan, the emperor of Yun Kingdom in the future, and the person she wants to kill on this trip.

The moment he grabbed her hand, the scene of Song Yan's dying appeared in front of her eyes. He had a knife stuck in his chest, and it was her hand holding the hilt. She threw her dagger on the ground in fright, and she was once again overwhelmed with fear like never before. She never thought she would meet him like this. This year, Song Yan was sixteen years old.

The name Song Yan was not unfamiliar to her, since his ambition to step into the country of Li, since his sword was stained with the blood of the people of the country of Li, she began to hate him. Later, she began to know everything about him. Song Yan, the emperor of Yunguo, has always been brutal and ruthless, since he ascended the throne at the age of eighteen, he swept all obstacles with vigorous and resolute momentum, not only killed the old minister Yu Xiang across two generations to set an example, but also forced the former queen of Yunguo to commit suicide.

But now, Song Yan is really lying beside her, but she can't do it with a knife. Only then did she realize that she was a little girl, and she couldn't do such a thing as murder.

Just as she was hesitating, Song Yan, who was in a coma, suddenly held her hand again and whispered tightly: "Mother, mother." Her heart softened, and she finally lowered her other hand holding the knife.

She thought, she was not destined to be a killer.