Tick tock.

Blood flowed down Nanji's hand and onto the ground.

She stood on the top of seven steps and looked at everything around her.

Dead bodies, blood, and a father who was half dead and convulsed on the ground.

The underworld was filled with black smoke all around.

No one can set foot in the underworld, and no one can leave here.

It's a lifeless prison.

It's like the tens of thousands of years she spent in the dungeon.

There was anger and gloom in his crimson eyes, and he was very satisfied with this underworld that he had created single-handedly.

She raised her hand and waved it casually, and all the boards and chairs in front of her were reduced to powder and disappeared.

With a wave of his hand, a small black ball suddenly appeared, and a Hessesen's Throne of Thorns appeared.

The throne was as black as iron, surrounded by thorns, and sharp thorns seemed to pierce it at the touch of it.

Nan Ji sat on the throne and leaned on her back, her black hair spread out, and her posture was not good.

The laziness brought out of her bones shrouded her.

Her body was dirty, her hands were covered in blood, and her fair ankles were stained crimson.

His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long time, she muttered

"There are still people here."

After saying that, he suddenly chuckled

"If they are not my people, what do they have to do with me?"

When she was nine years old and took out her wounds, those people's eyes were full of hatred, wishing that she would die.

As she thought so, black smoke began to fill her body.

Nourished by the black smoke around her, hordes of undead began to appear.

Carefully speaking, it is thanks to my father.

Otherwise, she didn't know that her power could make such a thing.

It is good to slaughter all the souls and living people in this underworld.

She looked at those people and felt annoyed.

As her thoughts grew more and more gloomy, even those undead began to be filled with killing emotions.

As far as the eye could see, corpses were everywhere and blood flowed like rivers.

Nan Ji sniffed the breath in the air, well, it felt pretty good.

She would love it if the whole underworld was like this.

Bloody nails slammed against the armrest of the throne.

Seems to be thinking about something.

Finally, after a long silence, her red lips opened lightly, and her voice was scattered

"Go, slaughter them all."

As soon as the words fell, the undead received the order and began to move, walking step by step to the bottom of the steps.

Until a cold voice broke the oppressive scene

"Sixteen."

Nan Ji heard the voice, and her eyebrows moved slightly.

She lifted her eyelids and looked up.

King's Landing was dressed in white, with black hair tucked behind him, and his posture was straight, and he still had an indifferent and cold face as before.

His eyes were pale golden, and his thin lips were closed one by one, not knowing what he was saying.

He was like that holy light, and he had to go to this filthy and depraved place.

Nan Ji grinned, brought out a sneer, and then closed her eyes.

In the past, she liked the pearl of the night.

But now, she wasn't going to like it.

After watching it for a long time, it's not interesting.

Thinking so, I looked away, and I didn't think he existed at all.

King's Landing stepped on the steps step by step, and it was clear that the hem of his clothes had swept the blood stains on the ground, but for some reason, there was not the slightest blood on the hem of his clothes, and it was still clean and unstained with dust.

He went up to the top and came to the throne.

There was a soft white light on him, as if he wanted to illuminate this piece.

He saw Nan Ji's ignorance of his love, and his eyelids lowered for a moment.

Follow, reach out and pull her.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, someone withdrew his hand to the side and refused to touch it.

He made a pause, and in the next second, he hugged the person directly from the throne and hugged him.