Huaxia Dynasty, Dusk Palace.

It's late at night. There was silence in the vast palace. Under the eaves, the hanging palace lamps are swaying in the wind, and the maids who keep vigil can't resist being tired and drowsy, only in the house, the white candles are still burning tirelessly, and the faint light illuminates a small world.

The people in the house are always asleep.

"Master, it's late at night, don't look at these things anymore, go and rest." He Tong looked at his master's sleepless eyes and people, and complained to Beiling in his heart.

Si Yanlan ignored him, his hand still fiddling with the graffiti when Beiling had nothing to do in the past. At that time, I always laughed at her for her poor painting skills, she didn't know anything about her paintings, and she had no artistic conception. Now it seemed that it was so meaningful—at least after she was gone, he could still look at the paintings and miss her, instead of nothing and nothing. In that case, he thought he would go crazy.

"Master, it's been three years. People can't be resurrected after death, and if the princess knew that you missed her like this, she would feel uneasy. He Tong continued to persuade.

"Master, your body can't stand your toss anymore, you must know this much better than me, what are you hurting yourself for like this? Even if you continue like this, the princess will not survive! Please, master, don't hurt yourself like this again. Look at you, it's been a long time since you've had a proper meal! Master, even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about Concubine Song, she has been kneeling outside the door for a long time, and she is still pregnant, she really can't bear it, master! ”

Si Yanlan raised his eyes and looked at He Tong coldly, He Tong was frightened by this look, and immediately fell silent and didn't say anything anymore.

The master's temper is no longer as gentle as before, and now it has become cloudy and moody, except for Steward Li Mu, who can guess some of the master's meaning, the others don't understand the master at all.

For the sake of a woman, is it really good to toss yourself like this?

Is this what is called deep roots?

He Tong has never experienced the relationship between men and women, he doesn't understand this.

"Grounded the side concubine until she gave birth to a child." After Si Yanlan finished speaking, he put away the paintings spread out on the table and entered the inner room.

He Tong breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his master had gone to rest, so he was relieved and retreated.

When he went out, when he saw the unfinished picture of the lady, He Tong's throat tightened, and his heart trembled. The person on that painting is none other than the princess who has been dead for three years - Mu Beiling!

Master, it's really a deep love.

He Tong was speechless and quietly retreated.

Chamber.

Si Yanlan lay on the bed and took out a delicate small porcelain vase from his arms. This porcelain vase was not given by someone else, but the porcelain vase that Bei Ling gave him medicine before leaving. He's still kept.

The pills inside have been eaten, and now only this porcelain bottle is left. Si Yanlan stroked the body of the porcelain vase, recalling the past and the brief but beautiful bits and pieces of Beiling.

"Beiling......" he whispered her name.

The thoughts in my heart have long been overflowing.

The saddest thing in the world is not that the person you like dies, but that you have the ability to save her but don't save her, watching her die, watching her fall helplessly off the cliff.

Now he is more guilty than full of love.

If, then, he was not sick; If, then, his power surpasses him; If he didn't spare the lives of the 3,000 prisoners at that time, wouldn't he have been able to save her? Isn't it, isn't it that she won't fall off a cliff and won't die?

"Ling'er, Ling'er...... I'm sorry, it's useless, it's me who doesn't...... Ling'er ...... "It is said that men don't flick when they have tears, but at this moment, he is in tears, he is in pain, guilt, and remorse, but unfortunately, life is not repeated, life is not so much, so many ifs......

Half a month later.

Beiling didn't rest much along the way, and finally arrived at the Mohe River Valley, one of the three great tricks of the Xuangu Continent, two thousand miles away from the Poquan Dynasty, within half a month.

No one could have imagined that the headquarters of the Blood Luo Palace was under the Mo River.

Mohe, as the third of the three great tricks of the ancient times, has been legendary by the world to be extremely magical. The Mo River is very wide and long, and you can't see the edge at a glance. There is no life in the water of the Mo River, and no living thing can survive in it. Therefore, the water of the Mo River has always been muddy. And according to those old people, if someone crosses the Mo River, reaches the other side or inadvertently leads the Mo River water, then this person will be a stranger to the whole world, no one knows, even he doesn't know who it is, it is equivalent to a newborn baby, full of curiosity about the world, no ability to live, can only gradually die of cold and hunger. In this way, there is: after crossing the Mo River, one Mo relatives and friends, two Mo himself, and three Mo people.

However, Beiling has created a myth - she created her own empire under the Mo River - the Blood Luo Palace - this is an organization with a powerful intelligence network and countless top killers.

No one can imagine how much power she used to open up a parallel space, create a bloody palace under water, and achieve her great cause.

"Ling'er, the Blood Luo Palace is under the Mo River." Just glanced at the calm surface of the Mohe Lake, and Demon Qianzhu already knew the specific location of the Blood Luo Palace.

Beiling didn't make the slightest difference, he found it so quickly, and nodded calmly: "Well, let's go." ”

After speaking, he used his spiritual power to drain the lake water to both sides, and a stone staircase path leading to the water was displayed in front of Demon Qianzhu in a short time.

Demon Qianzhu's eyes darkened, and he didn't say anything, and walked down the stone steps.

Beiling followed him.

Without the obstruction of external forces, the surface of the lake soon regained its original calm, covering the stone steps that ordinary people could not see.

kept going down, Demon Qianzhu's face became darker and darker, the dark waves flowed in his eyes, and he couldn't see the emotions inside.

"Here, you created zào?" He asked.

"Hmm. When I first came here, I discovered this passage and created a parallel world. Bei Ling said that the wind and clouds were indifferent, and the hardships in this process were brushed aside. The tone was like saying: One plus one equals two, this kind of topic is really easy. Very calm tone.

"Very good." Demon Thousand Bamboo Road.

He really couldn't think of any other words to describe other than those two words.

It's just that he understands the hardships involved.

He also created a parallel world for one person, but unfortunately, he was destroyed by his own hands in the end.

Demon Qianzhu smiled.

In the end, she has such a great ability to create a new world.

Ling'er, you are so strong, I have to be strong.

Still, that's good......

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