The sky became darker and darker, and it was impossible to distinguish between day and night, and the gray mist swallowed up the trees in the mountains little by little, and the crows that passed by alone quacked in search of their companions, and the wolf smoke burned not far away and soared into the sky. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Meng Xinyao calculated in her heart that the journey was about to end, and looked up tiredly in the direction of the Dark Night Castle, and through the layers of mist, she could vaguely see the outline of the castle. Suddenly, a fiery red light pierced through the thick fog and appeared clearly in front of him, and a bang came from afar.

"Something's wrong?" Haiting muttered to himself.

The two looked at each other, and then rushed to the Night Castle.

It's really a dead horse running from Wangshan, or rather, if you want to hurry, Meng Xinyao guessed the unexpected events that might happen in the castle, and was anxious to rush over. The more anxious I was, the more I felt that my legs were so heavy that I couldn't take a step.

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Wolf smoke filled the sky above the Night Castle, the strong walls shattered to rubble, the stone gates broke and scattered on both sides, and the crackling sound was the fierceness of the flames. The guards of the city stood dutifully on the lookout with spears in hand, staring into the distance with their eyes wide open, but there was no light in their eyes.

Meng Xinyao and Haiting ran all over the palace but couldn't find a single person alive, and here, as expected, it was still difficult to escape.

"Xiaola~~Xiaoxue~~Gao Ming~~~" Meng Xinyao shuttled between the dilapidated rooms, constantly calling the names of several people, although she knew better than anyone else that these people were probably more auspicious now.

Suddenly, she heard the call of the sea court in her ears, and she followed the voice to a golden and splendid palace, the man-made destruction of the Roman pillars, the surviving glazed murals, and the supreme throne high above, which must be the palace of Hera, the queen of heaven.

Haiting pointed to the end of the red carpet, "Yaoyao, look, what is that?" ”

The long red felt carpet stretched from the door to the throne, but at the end of the red carpet, a stone statue of a woman stood there out of place, diagonally 45 degrees and raised her right hand, as if she had held something in her hand, with a hideous expression, and her upper body bowed forward slightly, as if she was fighting with someone.

"Xiaola!" Meng Xinyao muttered the name of the queen of heaven, and then hurriedly ran to the stone bottle, "Xiaola!" Little Ra! She caressed Shi Taru's face and couldn't help but shed tears. Did Cleos do it? Two faces came to her mind, angry and sad, the two emotions were intertwined in her heart, disturbing her heart into a mess.

"She's Hera, the queen you say?" Haiting asked softly.

Meng Xinyao nodded, wiping away the tears that flowed down her chin, Haiting touched her head and comforted, "Don't be sad, Yaoyao." It's just an NPC after all, and don't forget, everything that happens here is a virtual story. Have you forgotten that girl named Han Yi? ”

Han Yi. After Haiting mentioned it, Meng Xinyao's mind showed a delicate face, and her big bright eyes flashed with sadness, yes, everything is just a plot, it's so dangerous, it's almost, just like her, it's too deep into the play.