The people in the Tingli Pavilion, including the prefect and Lord Jia, retreated to the dungeon of the Tingli Pavilion under the persuasion and guidance of the old bustard, waiting for rescue.

However, how could the rescuers of the Southern Zhou Dynasty not protect the imperial city and come to the mouth of the red and pink alleys in the suburbs?

Everyone knows that there is not really hope.

The inside of the museum, like the outside, is already surrounded by black winds.

The winter is cold, and it does not hesitate to deprive the south of everything......

This kind of invasion without troops and under the guise of magic was the usual practice of the Hu people towards the Southern Zhou.

After frostbitten all the people, horses, and things in the Southern Zhou Dynasty, the demon wind of the Hu people would take away the gold, silver, soft and livestock it wanted, and swagger back to the northern border.

At this moment, Xiyue is the only one who stays in the place of the Listening Oriole Pavilion, she hates the Shang family class of the Southern Zhou Dynasty who strangled the Restoration Army, but now that the enemy is present, it is an internal contradiction. As one of the few remaining members of the Restoration Army, how could Xi Yue sit back and watch it rampant?!

Listening to the oriole pavilion, he couldn't see his five fingers, except for the distant valley outside the window, there were hidden stars and fireflies flickering through the fog.

Often, after the fireflies throbbed a few times, the stars slowly became smaller and weaker, and silently extinguished in the distance.

At the moment of the great enemy, Xi Yue retracted her distant gaze and thought: "If you don't stop the 'Demon Wind' here, the Hu people will go all the way south even more unscrupulously, and they will reach the place of fireflies, or even farther south." ”

The entire front and outside of the museum are immersed in endless darkness.

Worst!

Why is it that the undulating black wind is not visible, but in the darkness it makes people feel like the five elements are pressing down?

Xiyue was taken aback.

She couldn't see it, but she could feel it: countless huge figures surging slowly and slowly closer to her.

The demonic wind froze the brightness of the pentagram within a five-foot radius, making it useless for a moment.

The night was like sauce, the wind was bleak, perhaps it was the reason for the invasion of the cold, and before she raised her sword, Xiyue had already fallen into a state of intoxication.

She felt that her heart was so drunk that it was about to jump out of her heart, and her consciousness was even more upside down......

Without further ado, Xiyue held a sword in one hand and pinched the Ziguan acupoint in the other, trying to suppress this unknown external force.

She told herself to stay calm. ......

Hit, kill, hit, kill......

A sword stab that pierced through the ice vortex knocked Xiyue back and slammed it to the ground.

It seems that the slashing and killing in the maze did not work.

At this time, Xiyue joined the mystery without knowing it, and was already drunk.

In the fog, she lost her sobriety, let alone the alertness she had ever had.

In front of me, it is no longer the listening oriole hall of the former warbler Yanyan, but I am just twenty-eight years old, wearing an indigo cloth shirt, carrying a basket with a white lotus-like arm, and stopping at the entrance of the village......

The boy who sold the goods was putting down his pole and ringing the brass bell.

Xiyue narrowed her eyes and secretly looked at the vendor with admiration.

"This hairpin is for you. The young man handed over the flowers, waiting for Xiyue to pick them up.

"No, no—" Xiyue woke up suddenly, she waved her hand, smelling the danger, instinctively trying to push the dream away.

However, the poison had paralyzed the nerves, and the indigo shirt was still shaking in front of his eyes, and the soft nong language was still whispering in his ears...... Xiyue couldn't hold it anymore, she wanted to follow the young man, give up listening to the messenger of the Oriole Pavilion, and go back to live an idyllic and leisurely life......

"Rub—" Xiyue's light sword was instantly swept by the demonic wind, and it was disarmed and fell to the ground.

Xiyue's blouse was also burned by the heat wave in the darkness, making her tear non-stop.

I can't hold it! Xiyue knows that it's not good.