The killing aura flowed in the eyebrows.

The eyes are light purple, like a fairy and a demon, noble and inviolable.

It is the Emperor's War Emperor.

The man in black, standing in front of the window, the moonlight falling behind him, his face immersed in shadows, there was an indescribable depression.

Bai Yuan's face was cold, and he said firmly: "The emperor is too worried, how can the dead be resurrected?" ”

"Yes, how can the dead be raised?"

Zhan Yu muttered to himself, pinched half of the snow-white sleeve in his hand, put it under his nose and sniffed it, pinched it in his hand, and secretly exercised it, and the sleeve turned into ashes.

Baiyuan was secretly surprised, the emperor's internal force was getting deeper and deeper.

Suddenly, I heard him whisper bloodthirstily, "But I just want the dead to be resurrected. ”

Baiyuan was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Zhan Yu meant.

He didn't dare to speculate.

I only know that after the death of the princess, this man who is as noble as a god will no longer be happy.

Isn't it, he's starting to regret killing her?

He didn't know, so naturally he didn't dare to ask.

"Do you know who the murderer is?" Zhan Yu's voice returned to normal, and he asked coldly.

"Our people are late, and all the people in the Mandarin Duck Pavilion have been killed, and the people who started it are fast and ruthless, leaving no trace at all."

Bai Yuan went to check the dead bodies in the Mandarin Duck Pavilion, but he couldn't find the slightest trace.

Zhan Yu's eyes suddenly shrank sharply, condensing a suppressed killing aura, and gently dissipated in an instant.

Gaze smiled: "Very good." ”

Bai Yuan was shocked by his laughter, lowered his head and didn't dare to say anything, this emperor, how long has it been since he smiled?

I just feel a little sad.

"Go, dig three feet into the ground, and find out the murderer, I want to see for myself, is she back?"

In the end, the voice became low and ethereal, and no emotion could be heard.

"Yes."

Baiyuan received the order and hurried out.

Silence returned to the temple, and the eternal darkness almost engulfed the man.

A palace maid came in and wanted to light the lamp, but was repelled by a cold voice.

"Get out."

The palace maid was frightened, and walked out quickly in fear, not daring to stop at all.

Zhan Yu's hand still held the half of the sleeve that he had turned into ashes with his internal force, and he looked down to see that this sleeve had been cut off from her hand.

He took it, and it took so long.

I always felt that this woman would not die so easily and willingly, and her soul was endowed with that half of the sleeve.

He only needs a light grip to hold his soul in the palm of his hand.

She was by his side, tearing night after night.

The handsome and cold man suddenly raised his hand and threw the ashes in his hand out of the window, and the ashes were blown away by the wind, and they were scattered, and they were no longer to be found.

Accompanied by the drifting, there was the emperor's cold whisper: "Eleven, whether you are a human or a ghost, you can't escape the palm of my hand." ”

If he can kill her, he can imprison her soul.

Qiu Yinong woke up from his sleep, and there was spring light leaking in from the window, and it was already the next morning.

I had nightmares again.

The cold face of the man in the dream kept appearing, and his eyes turned into sharp swords, and the sharp blades cut her skin little by little, and she was only a skeleton of bones.

Swinging in the wind, you can't even die if you want to.

Such a nightmare is a bit terrifying.

Why do you have such nightmares? Qiu Yi thought blankly, since she lived another life, then she was the king.

It's no longer fish to be slaughtered.