The emperor looked at Ming Shiyin with an indifferent face for a long time, and then said in a deep voice: "What the Black Tiger Dao Chief said is reasonable, let the Third Highness Chang Guoyun!" ”

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"Qiangua, the flying dragon is in the sky!"

Ming Shiyin's long snow-white hair was scattered behind him, his body was surrounded by red peony petals, his body was light like a feather and rushed into the sky high, and the mark on his forehead was like blood, slightly red and shiny.

Ming Shiyin's eyes opened at this moment, red and damp. Thankfully, he managed to break free from the fog! The words that his father said were like a nightmare, constantly echoing in his ears and shaking his heart: Let the Third Highness prosper the country.

With this sentence, he fell into darkness worse than hell, and he suffered all kinds of inhuman torture and abuse. He lingered in the Chunhua Palace, wanting to die but not dying, and was ridiculed and ridiculed by the prince every day. In the prison of the dark abyss, one cold nail after another penetrated his body, making his body dripping with blood and unbearable to look at.

The originally clean back was deeply imprinted with a blood-colored and disgusting gossip formation, this formation was the eye of the ghost peony, inhaling and gathering qi, sucking his soul, all his anger. He was like a walking corpse, full of resentment and body, without the slightest breath of fresh air.

Ming Shiyin frowned, trying not to recall the darkest of years. No, no, it wasn't the darkest years, it was supposed to be that every period of time since then has been extremely dark.

He hated the memories that had accumulated in his mind, which would evoke hatred and pity for him. If the fog of the Cloud City can bring people into all the memories in their minds, recreate those old years.

He smiled coldly, the smile on his face was very cold, maybe he should go through this long river of clouds and mist, and stay on the day when the Tianxiang Kingdom was destroyed by him. He likes those who were once proud, who tormented him, prostrate before him for survival, so humble and begging for mercy!

Strength, only a strong enough force can make the darkness in his heart realize and revenge can be realized!

Ming Shiyin's snow-white figure shuttled through the sky of Cloud City, this sea of mist that belonged to him, hiding all the past he had experienced. Every scene he wanted to forget, the picture he wanted to cut out of his mind, unfolded unscrupulously in his eyes.

Every floating cloud is like a trap for a memory, as long as you accidentally step on that small cloud, you will sink into a memory. The smile on Ming Shiyin's face was very sad, and his eyes were also rare and bleak: "Brother, poor and ridiculous lies." ”

Ming Shiyin felt that on the day of the destruction of the Tianxiang Kingdom, he cut off all the family ties related to him in the incident, and after the boundless darkness of that day, he was reborn. Yes, he was born again.

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The autumn wind is cool, and the Chunhua Palace is already empty. Only the hall is full of cobwebs, the original elegant and gorgeous hall of Chunhua Palace has become dusty, and no one has been here for many years, the weeds in the palace are overgrown, and there is a pair of white bones in the palace in the sleeping hall of Ming Shiyin.

That white bone was none other than the Ivy that Ming Shiyin killed in order to escape from Chunhua Palace.

This pair of white bones seems to reflect what Chun Ivy said back then: "Life is a person from Chunhua Palace, and death is a ghost from Chunhua Palace." ”

Ming Shiyin's gentle fluttering steps walked quietly in the palace he was once familiar with. The other palaces outside the Chunhua Palace are still lively, and the East Palace and the Wanhua Palace where His Majesty lives are even more crowded, and no one seems to have noticed that there is one more person in the palace, strange people, and uninvited guests are coming uninvited.

Today is the twilight autumn season, the maple leaves in the palace are open, and the red maple leaves are stacked on top of each other, as if reflecting thousands of mountains and rivers. The evening sunset has not yet set, the afterglow of the sky is reflected in the sky, and the Ming Shi quietly stands in the deserted Chunhua Palace.

He was wearing a snow-white robe, and his long silver hair was neatly tied behind him. He wore a crown of rubies on top of his head, and the crown was incomparably beautiful, especially the red gems, like blood. Such a crown of hair is obviously eye-catching on the long silver hair and the white skin of the Ming world.

Unlike before, Ming Shiyin's hands wore a pair of long black gloves, which reached to his arms and were exposed in front of his snow-white coat. Different from the previous gorgeous plain white, he wore a red and black cloak from his shoulder, and there were three tail fins behind this cloak, each of which was secretly embroidered with a peony pattern with black thread.

What's even more striking is that the front of his cloak is also decorated with two black and red ghost masks. This mask looks delicate and strange. The subtlety is that this mask is much smaller than the ordinary mask, and it is an ornament at first glance, and the strange thing is that this ghost mask always looks like someone is laughing, giving people a sense of horror that this mask will suddenly open its eyes.

Ming Shiyin paced slowly in the corridor of Chunhua Palace, his black leather boots stepping on the dusty ground, but he couldn't hear a sound. Ming Shiyin's slender eyes were bland, and he returned to Tianxiang Kingdom just to take revenge!

Today, he is no longer the third highness of Tianxiang Country who is just outstanding in appearance, he studied under the peony monk and learned the art of Qimen Dunjia in Xiangshan. The ghost peony that was originally attached to him and would always know how to grab it was now blessed by the magic weapon of the peony alchemist and transformed into a power that could be used by him.

Ming Shiyin's forehead was imprinted with a touch of ghost peony red, which seemed to be much more charming with his bewitching appearance. Every time he took a step, between the sleeves of his shirt, the hem of his snow-white robe would emit some peony petals, and the strange thing was that these petals would disappear without a trace as soon as they fell to the ground, leaving behind a strange fragrance.

After Ming Shiyin quietly walked through the Chunhua Palace, even if he looked back on the past, he would never see such a scene in the future. Because when he came back this time, he wanted to bury the entire Tianxiang Kingdom under the desert yellow sand.

He wanted to tell his father, who gave up on him back then, that planting ghost peysters would not lead to eternal national fortune, and that only strength could strengthen the country. And now, he has enough power to destroy a country, and let its civilization sleep forever in the long river of history.

Ming Shiyin spread out his white fingers, his slender and slender fingers swayed, and his palm showed a huge and beautiful blood-red peony. As soon as his palm was raised slightly, the peony flew into the air, and flew far away to the place he had missed countless times in his dreams: Yuqing Palace.

In the second month after he was thrown into prison and tortured, the queen died violently on the bed in the Yuqing Palace because of a strange illness. The palace people always said that every time the queen woke up, she had to support her body to save the third highness, but every time the queen's feet did not step out of the palace gate, her whole body would convulsions and faint.

Later, it became coughing up blood and heart failure, but every time the queen woke up, she was very persistent in getting out of the Yuqing Palace, and the last time, the queen was at the door of the Yuqing Palace, and her mouth kept chanting: Your Royal Highness, but before her feet left the palace gate, she coughed up blood, fainted, and no one woke up.

At that time, Ming Shiyin was being locked in a cold and dark prison by the Black Tiger Daoist with iron ropes, and he was subjected to torture beyond physical pain every day. Every time the Soul Calming Nail pierced the bones of his body, he felt the click of each bone breaking, leaving him with no other thoughts than to die. But at that time, even death was an extravagant hope, and he might as well live in a boundless desperate situation.

On the day of the queen's funeral, Ming Shiyin was nailed to the wall by the soul suppression, he was numb to pain, and he could only feel the warm blood dripping from his body. He didn't even have a chance to see the last of his mother, who loved him the most, and could only be in a dark and cold cell, with red eyes, choked throat, and secretly holding tears.

That is, on the day of the queen's burial, Ming Shiyin felt that he was already dead on that day when he lived in the third palace of Chunhua Palace. And since then, he is just a person named Ming Shiyin, and every day he lives is for revenge! He wanted to see the desperate and painful faces of all the people in the Tianxiang Kingdom! That's the only reason he's still alive!

Ming Shiyin raised his head slightly, and his desolate gaze saw that blood-red peony slowly fall into the palace of Yuqing Palace. His thin blood-colored lips opened slightly, and he whispered to himself: "Queen Mother, Ming'er is back to see you." I'm still alive, I'm fine, and I'll continue to live well. ”

His eyes were faintly red, and after saying this, Ming Shiyin's gaze looked in the direction of the East Palace.