The white marble altar is built in front of the mausoleum of the emperors of the past dynasties, and the empress on the high ancestral platform wears an embroidered dragon gold silk skirt robe, and the glass beads hanging from the crown of beads on the head are gorgeous and abnormal.

She looked at the thousands of people of the martial arts country under the ancestral worship platform, they were densely clustered together in plain clothes, with different expressions on their faces, but they were surprisingly quiet.

On the night when the white-haired demon appeared, the guards of the Martial Kingdom suffered heavy casualties, and Hwaseong was almost destroyed in the fire. The people of Wuguo were worried all day long, and spent a lot of money to invite Taoist priests to do it. As a result, more and more Taoist feng shui masters squeezed into the small martial country, and for a while, the cheerful martial country fell into an unprecedented depression.

Compared to these, what frightened them the most was the rumor that His Highness the Holy King was a white-haired demon. After all, the Holy King is a royal family, and if he is a demon, then their country may be destroyed at his hands sooner or later.

At this moment, a man in red and silver hair rode up. The quiet crowd boiled like a pot exploded at his arrival. There was anger and fear on people's faces, and some even risked death to point out at the holy king and say that he was a demon......

For a moment, the scene became very chaotic.

The empress's palms holding the jade seal were sweating slightly, but her face was still trying her best to maintain solemnity and solemnity. Until the palace maid Wuhua hurried in and whispered a few words in the empress's ear.

Only then did the empress raise a smile and say to the people in the audience: "Widow people, please be calm. ”

"Rest easy? Your Majesty wants us to be at ease! The white-haired demon will not be eliminated for a day! Our days are not peaceful! "The people of Wuguo continued to mourn and cry bitterly.

"At the foot of the widow is the ancestral altar! It is a holy place blessed by the emperors of the past dynasties! The widow is here today to bring you good news! The empress looked down at the crowd and raised her sleeves to point to the holy king who was slowly walking up to the ancestral altar.

When the Holy King heard the empress's words, he couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart. Unexpectedly, Sister Ah really knew in advance that he was going to marry Su Yuexian, she not only accepted Su Yuexian, but also told the world about this great joy.

A smile appeared on the Saint King's face and he walked quickly towards the Empress.

"This great event is ...... The Holy King has captured the real white-haired demon a few days ago! The Empress's words were like a knife plunged defenselessly into the Holy King's chest.

He jerked his steps and froze in place, the smile on his face disappearing little by little.

"This demon is the demon girl who burned the city with the imperial beast that night and killed countless guards of the martial kingdom! She disguised her identity as a demon and tried to blame the Holy King. Now, this evil has been revealed! Today, the widow will kill her in public! An explanation to the people who lost their families in that night's disaster! ”

Kill in public. The four words fell on the ears of the Holy King like thunder.

The hatred of the Holy King for the empress in his heart had reached the limit, and he was just about to rush up, but the palace maid Wuhua beside the empress quickly went around his back and clicked on the acupoint.

Wuhua looked at the Holy King timidly, and blessed her body: "Slaves and maids see His Royal Highness the Holy King." ”

"You ......" The Holy King stared at his red eyes, the little palace maid called Flowerless in front of him was picked up by him and fell to the empress's feet two days ago, his gaze was a little colder, and she trembled like a leaf.

Such a powerless little palace maid was able to seal his acupuncture in a very short time today, and it was not noticed by everyone. Hehe, the empress is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

"The Holy King is here." The empress greeted her affectionately, took the Holy King's hand and said, "The Holy King has been worrying day and night about how to catch the white-haired demon, and his heart is full of the safety of the people of the Martial Kingdom. Even if he is criticized, he is still a child's heart. Let's see, the Holy King has lost weight......"

The Holy King was trembling all over, and he gritted his teeth, hating that he couldn't move at the moment.

The empress still couldn't bear to look at him after all, she frowned, and said, "The Holy King has been overworked these days, and he has bothered to bother. There are no flowers, and he does not help His Highness to sit down. The rest of the sacrificial ceremony will be done by the widow. ”

"The slave obeys." Wuhua's face was respectful and obedient, but the hand that grabbed the Saint King's arm had a little more strength.

The Holy King could only let her help move to the seat next to him, and with a slight push from Wuhua, he fell into the chair like a puppet.

His hand clenched into a fist, and his fingertips sank deep into his palm, leaving a trail of blood.

"Spread the widow's will, and immediately bring the white-haired demon to the sacrificial platform." The empress returned to the center of the altar, straightened her back again, and gave her will with a solemn face.

"Take the white-haired demon to the altar!" The eunuch screamed and pulled his throat to pass on the will of the empress.

After a while, a woman wearing a wedding dress and still wearing a hippa on her head was escorted to the altar by two guards with her arms cut.

The Holy King's heart was about to break when he looked at the smear/red shadow. How dare they...... How dare you do this to her! That's the bride he's going to marry today, and he's still reluctant to move.

There was a figure in the crowd that stood out from the crowd. However, Wu Guo's life was short, and Li Qingxian, who had long legs, had to half-kneel on the grass in order not to expose himself.

It caused several surrounding martial arts people to be very dissatisfied, and they said to Li Qingxian: "Young man! Be tough! Stand up, it's the empress I'm sorry for us, protect the Holy King, if she doesn't explain to us today, we won't kneel to her! Don't kneel! ”

Who knelt down that woman! Li Qingxian's forehead twitched. Isn't he bending and stretching to save Le'er!

Li Qingxian thought expressionlessly that the man had gold under his knees, and it was true that this posture was not appropriate. So the half-kneeling was changed to Zamabu. As a result, a masked man like him suddenly squeezed over from behind the crowd, he patted Li Qingxian on the shoulder, lowered his voice and said, "Brother! Is that you? ”

"......" Li Qingxian couldn't help frowning and blinking at the fog of his brother's shout.

Unexpectedly, the other party's attitude became more earnest, and he quietly stuffed a quiver into his hand.

"Zama stepped, blinked three times. Both hints are correct! Sure enough, brothers! The masked man laughed twice, crossed his hands to his chest, looked at the excitement on the altar and said, "Brother, you will know what to do later?" ”

"I don't know." Li Qingxian replied.

"The master didn't explain to you?" The masked man was a little surprised, but then said, "It's okay! It's the same with you. My brother told you that this mission is not difficult at all. That is, when the empress ordered the killing of the demon girl of the Twilight Mountain, you took advantage of the chaos to secretly put a secret weapon to kill the Holy King. ”

"Is that what you use with this bamboo tube?" Li Qingxian swept the quiver in his hand and asked.

When the masked man saw it, he quickly pressed down Li Qingxian's arm and said, "Ouch, hey! Don't lift it up! Brother, how come you don't even understand the most basic professional ethics? How can there be a killer who shows the hidden weapon in the light? ”

"I can't, then you can do it yourself." Li Qingxian said that he was about to return the things in his hand to the masked man who suddenly appeared.

The masked man quickly dodged and stammered, "It's up to you to come here, brother." After the deed is completed, the owner will definitely be rewarded! ”

Scold. Li Qingxian couldn't help but sneer. In such a hurry to shirk the task, he obviously didn't dare to do it himself, for fear of getting into trouble.

"Why is our master suddenly in such a hurry to kill the Holy King?" Li Qingxian simply mistook the masked man's words.

"Well...... If the holy king does not die, the master's head will be green. If it were you, would you be able to bear it? ”

"Brother, do you mean that our master also loves the goddess of the twilight mountain?"

"What! The master loves the empress! You also saw the silver hair of the Holy King, right? The masked man leaned into Li Qingxian's ear with one hand to cover the wind and said: "Yu Liuxiang, the owner of Huayue Tower, was originally also silver-haired, and this holy king was not the empress's younger brother at all, but the illegitimate son of the empress and Yu Liuxiang!" ”

"This ...... Is the relationship between the royal family of Wuguo so chaotic? Li Qingxian pretended to be surprised and furrowed his eyebrows. It seems that the owner of this masked mouth should be Xiao Qinye, the muscular man who shoots the eagle.

How many men does this old witch of the martial country have an affair with?

"Not really! The real identity of the boss of Huayue Tower is actually a demon clan patriarch in Immortal Mountain, once he gets angry, his black hair will turn to silver hair, and his eyes will pop out and spurt blood! You say scary no! The masked man wrapped one arm around Li Qingxian's shoulder and said, "However, Yu Liuxiang is dead." The master is left with such a thorn in the eye of the Holy King. You have made a great contribution to killing the son of your master's rival, and the Holy King is the descendant of the real white-haired demon, if you kill him, you will be the great hero of our martial country! ”

Short-lived heroes, right? Generally, whoever takes this kind of task is unlucky, and once it is completed, it will be killed by the top. No wonder the masked man told him all this confidential gossip. It should be expected that Li Qingxian will die later, so he is so unscrupulous.

Li Qingxian's eyes dimmed, and he put the quiver in his hand against the masked man's waist. sneered: "Brother, don't worry, I will definitely kill the Holy King." As for the secret weapon you gave, I'll try to make it go with it first. ”

"Do you still need to try? What the master gives him will be obedient...... Hand ......" The masked man suddenly trembled, and a short arrow stuck in his waist slowly collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

"Le'er, don't be afraid, I will definitely rescue you." Li Qingxian tucked the quiver into his sleeve and turned all his attention to the red-clothed woman on the altar.