The city that never sleeps is lit up with the lights of the splendid high-end hotel, and the bride in a plain white wedding dress has an elegant smile that stands out in the crowded lobby.

"Miss Yan, rest and rest, this night is really busy." The man in the groom's gown smiled softly, his tone soft but not warm.

Yan Liwu nodded, learning that he smiled without warmth.

Ms. Yan...... He had never called her name before, so strange and restrained.

Who would have thought that such a man with only three faces would soon become her husband? There is no communication, no communication, and there is no love in love, and she feels unbelievable when she says that she is worried, but she can't refuse the marriage arranged for her by her parents - when her parents give up their identity as doctors for generations and turn to business and politics, political marriage has become a cage that she can't escape.

"I'll go over there to greet guests, and call me for something."

A slightly stiff light kiss fell on his forehead, and Yan Liwu insisted on not dodging, but there was a trace of disgust in his heart. Silently sighed and shook his head, just about to find an excuse to go back to the room to rest, suddenly a low voice sounded beside him: "Miss Yan?" This is a wedding gift for you, I hope you like it. ”

The person who sent the flowers lowered his head, judging from the voice, it should be a woman, Yan Liwu tilted his head slightly to see the person's appearance, and then took the bouquet handed over, and the groom exclaimed not far away: "Zhirong?!" How are you-"

Zhirong? Lan Zhirong?

Yan Liwu vaguely remembered that it was the name of his ex-girlfriend. There was no time to think about the chaotic situation, and when the corner of his eye swept over something in the middle of the bouquet, his heart was suddenly cold.

Then, a loud noise alarmed the hustle and bustle of the city that never sleeps, and also broke off a period of bad fate and silence.

Zhongzhou, the suburbs of Yuanguo Fengluocheng.

Half an hour ago, the Qinglian Palace, which was still wafting with the smell of obscenity, is now dead and quiet, the carved beams and paintings are stained with red blood in a few places, and the overturned lampstand extinguishes the bright candles, making a cold light particularly dazzling against the background of darkness and moonlight, cold as ice.

It was a slender long sword that exuded a cold aura, and the man holding the sword had a long and straight posture, his finger bones were as delicate as bamboo, and his face was as cold as the sword.

A slight sound alerted the man, and the stationary sword was raised abruptly. After a silver dragon-like sword light, the incense offering table three steps away shattered, and the neat fractures showed that its swordsmanship was fast and decisive, and the rat that made a small movement was already in a different place.

The man frowned, as if he hated the smell of blood coming to his nose very much, raised his feet and wanted to turn away, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white shadow on the left side of the back side flashing silently, and quickly disappeared into the darkness. Despite his speed, the man could vaguely see the figure's face hidden under his long black hair, and his breath froze, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"What's wrong?" The few people who came after did not see the white shadow, but were startled by the man's nervous expression, and hurriedly stopped his sword on his chest and looked around vigilantly.

"Don't you see?" The man took a deep breath and calmed down, quietly putting away his fleeting panic, "There was a shadow flashing by just now, and it looks very much like that woman." ”

The man's words immediately caused several people to gasp: "How is it possible? Just now, we saw her and the four stand-ins poisoned! And the young master, your sword is piercing her heart, unless it is a ghost body, it is absolutely impossible to come back to life! ”

The speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, and the word "ghost" made several people present chill and sweat stand up, and stopped their voices and looked around, feeling more and more that the empty and deserted palace was eerie and terrifying.

"Forget it, I must have been dazzled by a mistake, how can the dead be resurrected?" Sighing lightly as if comforting himself, the man took a deep breath, his dark eyes returned to cold and calm, and the corners of his thin lips curved a cold arc, "Even if she is resurrected, it doesn't matter, no matter how many times, I will finish her with my own hands." After a pause, the man put away his sword: "Let's go, delay any longer and be careful of being discovered-although King Qinglian is resented and scolded by the people, she is the emperor's most favored woman after all, and no one who falls on this crime will escape death." ”

A group of sword-clinging men quickly withdrew under the command of the man, leaving only a huge empty palace and a mess, silent in the cold and dark night.

After a long time, after all the silence, the light white figure walked out of the stone pillar inlaid with jade agate, and cautiously came to the place where the man was standing just now, and a pair of slightly brown eyes hidden in vigilance between the messy hair.

Strange places, strange people, even the bodies used are extremely unfamiliar, who can accept them calmly? Yan Liwu sat on her knees against the wall, wrapped in her thin clothes, looking around and quickly turning her brain to explain her strange encounter—she should have been in a bright and spacious hotel, surrounded not by dark guests who had come to congratulate her on her newlywed, and who was waiting for her instead of being covered in blood and pain, but pointing to a diamond ring.

It seems that all the twists and turns came from the woman who suddenly appeared, Lan Zhirong.

Showing a helpless wry smile at an inopportune time, Yan Liwu finally figured out what was going on, hugged his shoulders and trembled.

Her fiancé's ex-girlfriend sent a "big gift" on their wedding day, which made the wedding scene blaze, and she and the resentful woman were sent to the west by the bomb hidden inside in the process of handing over the bouquet, and it is estimated that there will be no chance to discuss who loves or who is more suitable to marry the groom.

Even more unfortunate is that the bizarre plot that can only be found in the story of the novel becomes a reality in her, and the explosion sends her to a strange time and space, where someone wants to kill her.

When he woke up from the glaring flames of the explosion and the excruciating pain all over his body, he found himself lying on the smooth ground covered in blood, and although there were no scars on his body, his internal organs were in a heart-rending pain. Yan Li, who was originally enduring severe pain, wanted to find someone to inquire about, so he heard that there was movement here and walked over, but the moment he saw the man, he immediately gave up his thoughts.

This is obviously some palace that has been slaughtered in a frenzy, and the sword in the man's hand is stained with blood, most likely the culprit of the tragedy, and she doesn't even know her identity, what if she is stabbed to death by the man's sword? Just crossed over from the bloody wedding scene, and before he could figure out what was going on, he went back to the Hades Palace to report again?

Think about it or forget it, it's the right way to get rid of the danger as soon as possible and find a way to live, Hades is not annoying, she is still annoying!

Accumulating some strength to stand up, Yan Liwu patted the dust on his body and planned to continue to find the way, holding on to the wall and staggering a few steps with his head down, and suddenly a pair of legs and feet appeared in his sight. Hurriedly looked up, and saw a rather delicate face by the faint light of the fire, with an expression of surprise and panic that was even more surprised and panicked than hers.

"The king, the prince? Are you still alive?! ”