I am the Northern Hell Shrine, and I have been wandering in this world for a long time, so long that I have forgotten the time.

I don't know why I'm in this world until one day...... They found me......

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"Your Majesty——!" A group of more than a dozen people in blood-colored robes knelt on one knee in front of a woman.

The woman was dressed in an inky gold silk embroidered robe, with knee-length 3,000 green silk scattered randomly behind her head, and a blood jade the size of a stone like a manzhu sawa around her neck. There is a blood jade like a hook moon and the word "brake" engraved on the waist, and a pair of black gold embroidered unicorn boots are stepped on. The neckline is slightly open, revealing a delicate collarbone, and on the left side of the collarbone, there is a blood-colored manju sawa mark tattooed on it. Slender willow eyebrows, long and curly thick eyelashes, a pair of Danfeng eyes with different color and double pupils, slightly raised at the corners of the eyes, a tall nose bridge, and thin lips are tightly closed, adding a touch of coldness to it.

"I'm not." The woman's face was like frost, her red lips lightly opened, and she spit out a few words and turned to leave.

"Your Majesty, you have the unique heterochromatic eyes of the previous Shura Emperors, and you are our Majesty." Those in bloody clothes looked up and said eagerly.

The woman stopped, pursed her thin lips, and turned around slowly, her eyes glowing with a cold streamer.

"Your Majesty, now that the Shura Pagoda is shaking, only Your Majesty can save the people and the fire and water! Your Majesty! An old man kneeling in front of him hissed.

"I'm not." The red lips opened lightly again, but they were still the three fluttering words.

The old man looked at the blood jade on the neck of the woman in front of him, as if he had thought of something, and a touch of joy appeared on his face.

"Your Majesty, please drop your blood on the blood jade hanging around your neck, and you can remember the past."

"There's no need." The woman left these three words and left the place of right and wrong.

"This ...... Your Majesty——! The old man shouted at the place where the woman had disappeared, and everyone stood up. Your Majesty——! ”

"Elder, Your Majesty ......"

"Hey, it seems that you still can't force it......" The old man stood with his hands in the direction of the woman's departure, his eyes deep.

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Cliff of the Dead:

"Shura clan, Shura Emperor ......" A woman under the huge Bodhi tree rubbed the pendant on her chest and whispered.

"Tsk, I didn't expect that there are still people who remember the Shura clan now." A man's playful voice came from the huge Bodhi tree.

The woman's blue eyes, as cold as a thousand years of ice, lifted up and looked at the man in the tree.

I saw that the man was wearing a moon-white brocade robe, and the collar was slightly open outwards to reveal the delicate collarbone, and if you looked closely, the white and slender neck above the collarbone was engraved with a delicate peach blossom print, which made the originally moody person even more demonic. He was draped in a black robe, and the hem of the robe was embroidered with red silk threads with large swaths of blood-red and bewitching Manju Sawa. The head of black hair is draped over the shoulders, the slanted sword eyebrows, the long and curly thick eyelashes, a pair of blood-colored Danfeng eyes, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, the high nose bridge, and the thin lips are slightly hooked, as if laughing at the stupidity of the world.

The man looked at those blue eyes and was a little surprised, "Shura clan." ”

"Bloodline." The woman watched as the man jumped from the tree and spat out two words.

The man smiled slightly, "Exactly." The man approached the woman and said softly: "In the lower blood clan, dare to ask the girl's name?" ”

"Emperor Lisha."