Qin State, Xianyang Palace.

The waning moon is like a hook, dotted with stars, and the night is already deep.

The lights flickered, and there was a soft sound of dripping in the room, and before I knew it, the hour had passed.

Faded the royal robe, a plain gown, a delicate knife and pen, and a roll of heavy music. This qiē seems to have heralded this night, and there will be no sleep in the end.

Gently put the song on the table, a wry smile rose on his lips, day and night, exhausted, just for a long-cherished wish in his heart, but also the long-cherished wish of the ancestors of the Great Qin Dynasty, more than 600 years have never changed, ups and downs, has always adhered to the belief in his heart, and finally now the country is rich and the people are rich, and the soldiers are strong. Great Qin's domination of the world is just around the corner, but the more so victorious the government becomes, the more restless it becomes, this magnificent Xianyang Palace, this majestic Great Qin seems to have a trace of variables lurking.

I can't see through it, I can't catch it, but it always makes him uneasy, Korea perished, Han Fei died mysteriously in prison, Zhao Jia was in exile, Wei was destroyed, Wei faked, but the golden cicada came out of his shell and went into exile in the world, every victory in the war seems to be not perfect, if it is said that one is an accident, two times is a coincidence, then one after another mistakes, can it be counted as a trace of variables.

Xia Wei turned into a soup and sent four hundred years of foundation, Ji Chang went out of the middle and enjoyed eight hundred years of national fortune, whether today's Daqin will repeat the mistakes of the past, every time I think of Yingzheng here, I will toss and turn and can't sleep, and the [Canglong Life] mentioned by the moon god is still clueless, this qiē seems to confirm that Daqin at this time is in a turbulence, and if you are not careful, you will be in danger of overturning.

In contemplation, without warning, a light breeze blew and the candle flame was extinguished.

In the dark, Ying Zheng's hands behind him suddenly became fists, a trace of cold light crossed his eyes, he is a peerless emperor, but also a martial arts pride, all the way through the thorns, he finally ascended to the throne of Daqin, since then no one in the world has seen Ying Zheng make a move, because all the people who have seen him shoot have turned into dust.

The next moment, a slightly shrill voice sounded.

"Slave Zhao Gao, see the king." The tone was humble and fearful.

"How's it going?" With a faint tone, it seems that no one can really enter his inner world.

"King Qiyu, fortunately not dishonored."

"Excellent! Present it. ”

Bowing down, a brocade box was placed in front of King Qin, gently opened the lid of the box, Wei fake's angry head appeared in front of Ying Zheng's eyes, although there was no candle flame, but the night did not seem to block Ying Zheng's gaze.

——,In the next moment, the brocade box was closed again, "This thing has no meaning to save zài, you can step down." ”

Holding the brocade box in both hands, Zhao Gao withdrew from the study, his long sleeves brushed over, and the candle flame was rekindled in the room, and King Qin still lowered his head to review this piece, as if tonight has always been the same and has never changed.

In the outer corridor, six swordsmen stood quietly behind Zhao Gao, a cluster of fire light ignited in front of them, and the brocade box was turning into ashes little by little.

Six swordsmen, six sword slaves, Zhengang, broken water, chaotic gods, turning spirits, destroying souls, and spirits.

Zhao Gao has such a habit, every time he receives a killer, he will give him an ancient blade, and the person who makes the sword has been reborn since then, he will no longer exist in the past, from the moment he gets the sword, he will have only one name, that is the name of the sword, and there is only one purpose left in his life, that is, to kill, to kill for the master Zhao Gao...... Forgot the past, forgot the name, and became a slave to the pure sword.

Each of them has a deadly killing specialty, and each has its own unknown past. No one knows when or how they became Zhao Gao's killers; No one knows how deep and terrifying their strength is, because the people who have seen his or their killing skills have already gone to another world.

However, did they really lose themselves as others thought, and were willing to be slaves of the sword from now on?

This qiē, at this moment, seems to be forever a mystery.

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At the beginning of the hour, the moon is in the middle of the sky, and the fog is shrouded in the dense forest, just like the hearts of people in this world, under that layer of fog, there will always be unknowns that you can't see.

Facing the moonlight, it seems that a hazy shadow can be faintly seen, a dark purple dress covers her proud figure, a hazy veil blocks her peerless appearance, three thousand green silk is pulled into a beautiful bun, and a jade hairpin coils them up.

With her hands behind her back, she seemed to be waiting for something, and time was still passing, but she was not in a hurry, she still stood there elegantly, only occasionally raised her head to take a faint look at the cold waning moon.

At this time, it is late autumn, the forest is full of fallen leaves, but the strange thing is that she has been here for half an hour, but there is no dead leaf on her body, and there is no spotless within three feet around her, this is the legendary realm of martial arts, comprehend the true meaning of martial arts, comprehend the laws of heaven and earth, and make a move between the natural, a move and a style seem to be chaotic, but there are traces to follow, and heaven and earth are compatible and dissolved, and heaven and man are one.

An hour later, within three feet of the woman's body, a dead leaf suddenly slipped down, and the jade hand rose lightly, caught the dead leaf with her palm, and shook her head slightly.

"Now that we've arrived, let's come out!" There was a hint of helplessness in the tone, but if you feel it carefully, you can experience a hint of looming doting.

"After the night, I didn't expect to be discovered by you!" The tone was flat, but there was a hint of frustration.

"Although the Shadow Venerable is known as the Venerable, there are traces to follow, don't forget, I am the queen of the night, and the night is always my stage."

"Hmph—okay." Although he didn't refute anything, there was still a hint of unconvincing in his words.

"Done?" A trace of concern, with the cold voice secretly revealed.

"It's—it's over, and there's no trace left!" Killing people seemed to him to be just a trivial matter.

"You can see that you have grown a lot, how did you think about that?"

"If I say 'no' now, do I have any other choice?" sighed secretly, and seemed a little helpless.

"If you really don't want to, then! I can help you say no. Although the tone is flat, it contains the meaning of maintenance.

"No need———— just do as he says, I don't want to cause you unnecessary trouble." A trace of emotion crossed his eyes, and although it was a refusal, his tone was much softer.

"Yes! Do you want to meet Yixuan when you come back this time? ”

"Not necessarily! I'll naturally go see him when it's over, not always before! ”

Although the words of "be careful ———— everything" are concise, they reveal a faint reluctance.

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Shadow Zun leaves. After night, the deep jungle regains its former tranquility, but what kind of undercurrent is hidden under this seemingly peaceful appearance, perhaps only those who play chess will know.

The world is unpredictable and unpredictable, and those who are in the game never know what will happen in the next moment!