The most powerless protest, the most useless struggle, Diexi watched the Queen Mother disappear little by little, leaving only the scarlet eyes and the body that was still facing away from her.

Who is this?

Before Diexi could understand one of them, rows of people suddenly appeared in front of her, men and women, old and young, arranged in a not neat column and slowly walked towards her.

They were tall and short, fat and thin, and the only thing they had in common was perhaps a pair of dull and empty eyes.

Who are they?

Diexi's clamped dead body couldn't move at all for half a minute, and the sound that was taken away was only a small mouth that opened and closed weakly.

Let's go! Here's what to do!

Those people seemed to be completely blind to the Diexi and the man holding the butcher knife in front of them, and one after another crashed into the butcher knife without dodging. Diexi only felt a stream of warm liquid rush towards her, the soles of her feet slowly soaked with blood, and the warm liquid slowly melted and untied the ice that bound her. Diexi moved her toes, alternating between hot and cold, and an inexplicable restlessness began to flow through her body.

Before she could rejoice in this little freedom, she felt a burning liquid splash in her eyes, and when she looked up, the people who had been lined up had somehow become corpses stacked in front of her. There are more and more of them, and they don't have time to disperse for a while, little by little, little by little, little by little.

They twisted and overlapped, their eyes still empty, but they all stared at Diexi in front of them. The scene is weird and evil, and the people watching it seem to have a sense of fear, but there is also a trace of inexplicable excitement.

Diexi wanted to scream, wanted to vent this unreasonableness, but her voice was choked by something, and her voice had long since disappeared. She had to open her mouth wide, silently calling to stop, calling to run.

The pile of corpses in front of him finally slowly settled, and Diexi tried to move her ankles, and she could indeed move. Only then did she pull the corners of her mouth, and raised her eyes to face the person she faced, but it was the last thing she wanted to face.

Prime minister......

Die-hee finally realized something, and screamed with all her strength a word that hadn't appeared for a long time.

Father!!

The prime minister was silent, walking straight forward like everyone before, Diexi just wanted to roar again, only to feel that a dark shadow suddenly flickered behind the prime minister.

Anyone else? Who else!

She had completely lost her mind, and the blood on her face was diluted by cold sweat, dripping down, staining a plain white on her chest, and turning into pieces of blood-colored flowers.

The person behind him finally showed his face behind the prime minister. This face that makes Diexi look forward to it day and night, Xuanwu, empty, actually ...... It's Master!

Diexi only felt a warm feeling on her cheeks, and the mist in her eyes made her cry and annoyed. What's going on today? How did Master end up here? Why did Master crash into that deadly knife again? Who is this man? Why...... Do you want to treat these people like this?

The memories of the previous life suddenly roared and swept over, and the wound that had not yet healed licked the blood and tore apart in a sharp pain.

She was helpless and forced, but she was also like this, holding the knife given to her by the master, and watching the master walk towards her like this.

Just in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the empty figure was jolting, flickering left and right in front of her eyes, and she was also like being frozen in place, watching him smile at her uninhibitedly, and hit her knife hard.

She still vividly remembered that Master's blood soaked her hand along the hilt of the knife, and his gradually cold hand brushed her already helpless little face, just like he always did, even this life could be discarded casually.

Consciousness gradually disappeared, Diexi just looked at the back in a daze, but she didn't notice that the ice that trapped her suddenly collapsed, nor did she realize that the place where she suddenly fell was being smeared with empty blood. She just looked at the back, her five senses had recovered, but she couldn't make a sound anymore.

I don't know if I felt the sight behind me, and the back finally turned around slowly. Diexi collapsed to the ground, looking up but couldn't see his appearance clearly, looking down, his body was covered with scars, hideous hunting, I don't know what it was showing.

He finally raised the blood-dripping butcher's knife at Diexi, and the cold light flashed, illuminating the originally dark face.

The blade fell, but Diexi no longer felt pain, and the corners of his mouth turned into a smile to show a hint of self-deprecation, Your Highness......

King Huai, who had been standing beside the bed, looked at the pale face of the person on the bed, suddenly frowned puzzled, suddenly bit his lip and was reckless, slowly, this delicate little face gradually became entangled with anger, and finally it was a pool of helpless tears.

It was the fragile softness that felt sorry for her, and he wanted to reach out and pull her into his arms, but his hand stopped in the air.

In the imperial city, her last ruthlessness made him unable to make a move, the scar is still a memorial she gave, this year she didn't know how she was crazy, in Shenwei's pretending to be crazy and stupid, in the previous dynasty's strong hero, he wanted to roar at her, Feng Xiuyun can't do it, I can, don't want the throne, don't be famous, you can wander the world with her to the cape.

The bright red that she had to marry into the Rui Wang's Mansion after suffering humiliation was the cruelest farewell she sent, when did the once innocent child drift away from him. knew that she should let go, but the kite string she was holding in her hand was slowly withdrawn, watching her hurt, he hurt even more, she could bear it, but he couldn't.

Diexi wouldn't know that it was that small scroll of words, which would stir up the bloody rain of the Daning Dynasty in the next few years.

King Huai still pushed her, looking at her slowly opening tears and eyes hazy and weak, he couldn't help but show a trace of heartache, "Xi'er, what's wrong?" What nightmares did you have? ”

“…… Your Highness? Die-hee opened her mouth, choking in search of a lost voice.

"It's okay, here...... It's safe. King Huai stretched out his hand to help her sit up, raising his hand to wipe the tears from her face.

Diexi avoided her face. The dream just now was too real, every trace of warmth and pain came so real, but in the end, she clearly saw the person's face clearly, and she remembered the arc of the corner of her mouth, but why couldn't she remember it?

The man obviously felt so close to her, she clearly remembered his breath, remembered his bits and pieces, but why couldn't she see his face clearly. It was like in a dream, his face seemed to be covered with a black veil, what was going on?

King Huai squinted slightly at her, frowned, and called tentatively, "Xi'er, what's wrong?" Where is it uncomfortable? ”

Diexi let out a weak "um", the more she tried to chase the fading memory, the more she felt that the headache was abnormal, and she couldn't help but raise her hand and rub her eyebrows, "What happened?" ”