Before he could digest this information, he was shocked to realize that this man was a master.

He couldn't escape.

"Who am I?"

The man's voice in the gauze tent was hoarse, his fingers gently slid over his cheeks, and kissed her bitten lips lovingly, and his lips and teeth were suddenly overflowed with blood, the smell, the fishy smell was strong.

He closed his eyes in revulsion and savored it.

After half a ring, he opened his eyes, picked up the mask on one side, and brought it back to his face, the whole person, and it was the cold person again.

When he pulled away from her, he whispered in her ear: "Eleven, you tell him, who is this palace!" ”

However, he seemed to have forgotten, he also ordered the autumn acupoint, how could she speak?

Moreover, now that autumn is strong, the consciousness is no longer very clear, and the whole person is like being in the clouds, fluttering and flickering, not knowing where he is, and suddenly feeling desolate.

It felt like the man had pulled away, and she was lying there alone, and it was the late summer and early autumn weather, but she was as cold as being in an ice cellar.

The man was wounded internally, and he lay on the ground and struggled to get up, leaning his back against the edge of the beauty couch, and watched with open eyes as the man stood up in the darkness.

The slender and thin figure did not look very carefully in the gauze tent, and he stood there, dressing himself one by one, and finally, reaching out his hand, his fingers unhurriedly clasping the placket on his chest.

The movements were too slow and graceful, and he felt a long sense of horror.

It was as if he was on the verge of death, and the person who killed him was washing his hands and knives unhurriedly, and he looked at him, and his soul was extremely tormented.

The man finally got dressed, turned slowly, walked to the candlestick, and polished the match.

In this light, he finally saw the appearance of the man in the gauze tent.

No, it can't be seen.

Because his face has a white ghost mask, a pointed chin, and red slender eyeliner, in this darkness, it is so strange that people feel distressed and stopped.

He lit a candle, but the weak light of the candle didn't make the room much brighter.

But in the end, there is a light.

"Tsing Yi, Tsing Yi, are you called Tsing Yi because you like to wear blue clothes?" King Shura let out a low laugh, and that laughter was creepy, but it was a casual joke.

The person who came was Tsing Yi.

He lay on the ground and watched the man in white walk towards him with the candlelight on his back, he walked very slowly, slowly, his face shrouded in shadow, his mask refracting the cold light.

"Don't come here."

Tsing Yi's face turned pale with fright, and he kept retreating.

With every step the man took closer, he felt death take another step closer to him.

And inexplicably, King Shura really stood still, tilted his head to look at Tsing Yi, and said innocently: "Are you afraid of this palace?" ”

Hongu?

In this world, except for the royal women, in the whole world, the only one who dares to call himself the main palace is the Shura Palace master King Shura who makes the world frightened.

"You...... Are you the King of Shura?! ”

The questions that were almost affirmatively answered, coming out of Tsing Yi's mouth, were already stammering.

If someone told him that King Shura would appear here, he wouldn't come anyway, and if he wanted to kill Qiu Yinong, night was the best chance, but he could still find another opportunity.

However, in this world, there are no ifs.

When he came, he also met King Shura.