The sage said that there were two princes from different kingdoms in the legend of the continent, and when they were young, one fell into trouble and the other took him in and taught him;

Years later, the captives were cursed, slaughtered the entire palace in a madness, and fled into the mountains in shame, but the prince who had been taught stumbled upon him, pierced the mask, and brought him back to the light of day.

The sage said that there was no need to weep at this moment, it was then that the receiver told the victims.

The latter is reversed, so that the other party understands that this moment is different from the past, and the new life will always exist.

Since then, there have been more princes in the world of the starry night, protecting passers-by and dispelling their fear of darkness.

The man on the sickbed twitched.

The last time I did this, I sat and waited, and it was under the grass.

The sage heals his wounds, and he has no intention of muttering stories in his spare time.

Sealing the wound infected with evil blood, the companion opened his eyes tiredly.

The sage said, be careful not to hurt a second time.

Two days ago, a figure with a bent back from a weapon walked out of the gates of the Borderless City.

Outside the front, everyone was waiting for Xuan Yong's strongest general, and they didn't recognize him.

The figure swayed and fell to the ground.

The soldiers gathered around.

Except for the rickety posture and the mask that covers the face for some reason,

It can be confirmed that this is Bai Qi.

Someone tried to take off the mask, but was held down by his hand.

A voice came from behind the mask, as if it were coming from underground.

"Not me."

They said he was unconscious, shouting "don't look at me" or "not me" one after another.

He said that the earth was full of eyes. The same is true in the sky and in dreams.

The monarch probably understands why.

On the day the battle ended, the monarch went to the borderless city.

It was silent, except for the snorting of the soldiers collecting the corpses as they wiped the blood from the walls.

He didn't know what it was like to walk here the night before, maybe it was the feeling of a nightmare.

But he rarely had nightmares.

The monarch inspected the newly built border defenses.

Between the Borderless City and the Southern Wilderness, the cliff of Xuanyong casts the apex of the longest shadow, the shade and blackness warn of the scorching sun over the desert, the source of the evil blood pollution of the new order's declaration of war.

One day in his childhood, he heard from General Meng that there would be a bloody disaster in the Southern Wilderness, where unknown warlocks would conduct an unforeseen and dangerous experiment.

After that, the news that prevailed in Xuanyong was that the people of the Southern Wilderness finally revealed their true colors.

Those monsters, here they come.

Their fangs have grown, and their countenances have been distorted.

There were more and more people from the Southern Wilderness who went to Xuanyong for medical treatment, and the Xuanyong people did not like this, and the source of the disease became warring, and the conflict became more and more intense, so that he and his partner Jixia were surrounded by the blood clan army when they were studying.

By the time they returned, the Xuanyong had reconciled with the Blood Army, the conflict had turned into erosion, and the capital had been scrapped.

There is no smell of crisis in the city.

The quest for happiness is too long for ordinary people, but a drop of blood can shorten that time.

Overnight the child becomes an adult, and his grandmother is rejuvenated.

"Process" or "law" is regarded as the future of nature's ants.

The new monarch ordered the Blood Army to be sent back to the Southern Wilderness.

It was almost impossible, but it was done.

He has indestructible people around him.

The Blood Army retreated after defeat and finally fought fiercely in the Borderless City.

The dead who had not closed their eyes saw that there was an uncontrollable force holding the slaughterer at the end, and no one was even fighting him, he was still waving his weapon.

He couldn't stop, crying from the bottom of his heart, and laughing out that didn't belong to him.

I found that my face was bleeding, and I stopped.

He crawled among the dead in a panic and asked how to stop the bleeding.

They all looked at him, but he didn't really want to be seen.

Found a mask to put on.

The blue-purple skinned Strange Doctor shook the vial with a blank face.

He was a student of Fangshi.

Although he had broken with his teacher, it did not prevent him from using the same method he taught.

He asked the monarch again if he wanted to do this, exchanging the blood method for all the blood, and the wounded would henceforth be pure blood.

Without human blood, there are no wounds, no memories and no pain.

Another method, the wound on the face is exposed to the light for three days.

The blood will retreat, the wound will not be fatal, but it will never heal, his appearance will become a monster, and he will live in an endless nightmare.

The monarch remembered the story told by the sage. He reached out and removed the mask.

The light shone on that pained face.

The wounded jerked a little, trying to grasp something.

The monarch removed the mask.

"I'll give it to you in three days."

At one time, the story of the Xuanyong monarch was as popular as the love story of the troubled times. It can be seen everywhere in the small stalls of the Borderland, it is easy to understand, it is cheap, whether it is the starving to death, the seriously injured in the fight, the person who cannot find a living, if you do not exchange with the blood clan with the god of flesh to gain power, you have to ascend to heaven by holding these books in bliss.

Before they die, they forget that they have no food, drink, or treatment, and the plot of the book takes them to heaven at a rapid pace. There are a thousand similar and different versions of the emotions that monarchs have experienced. Writers are very good at writing "similar but different" and "different and similar", and the core of the most popular never changes: how the monarch gets along with a monster in the dark, the monarch abuses him, and the monster shows endless loyalty to him; The difference is only in the form and degree of abuse and attachment.

When the general first led his troops through the city gates, the book sellers were unable to evade and left several books behind. The black and blood-colored text on the broken print is splattered with new mud. General Meng turned a few pages, couldn't read or understand, and after reporting to the monarch about the war with the Southern Wilderness Blood Clan, these books were put on his desk.

The young monarch was deeply moved by the fact that popular writers knew so much about human nature, and that they understood the habits and desires of people here to be violently abused. Is there a third kind of people in this land? Those who do not trade with the bloodline, those who do not survive by fantasizing about power, if any, have they survived?

"They won't survive." Under Ji, the scholar answered the former student's questions again. "For normal people to survive, either by luck or by law. However, Xuanyong never had a true law. ”。

On the day of the legislature, it was rumored that the monarch did not like the market, and even that he did not like all the books that did not benefit him, and that he was going to perform a ritual in front of the great hall "for a bright future", and that the books and the authors behind them would be destroyed, and their bones would be buried in front of the eyes of the witnesses.

And yet nothing happened. He went to the front of everyone and said, "There is no need for fire or light, for we no longer live in darkness." "I returned the copies to the vendor.