It's just a matter of breaths, and the direction of King Zhen's Mansion, which was still calm, suddenly changed.

The black and oppressive clouds quickly piled up over the palace, and the demonic aura was soaring, and the purple lightning rushed and flowed away among the clouds, and the wind was fierce, and the torrential rain was like a note.

The boy turned around and rose with the wind.

When a gust of wind swept him into the high platform, Rong Yan's long sword had pierced the heart of the dying middle-aged Taoist.

The young man's face was extremely ugly, and he rushed over and shouted, "Brother Yin and Yang Dao! ”

On the tiger skin blanket, a smile bloomed at the corner of the skinny Taoist's mouth.

"Solution...... Take off ......"

He muttered, a tear oozing from the corner of his eye.

Then, the whole person turned into a wisp of light smoke and dispersed with the wind.

On the tiger skin blanket, only a tattered robe remained.

"Bastard!" The young man roared angrily, and his sleeve flicked at Rong Yan like a thunderbolt, sending him flying from the center of the banquet hall to the door.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Rong Yan's mouth, and he staggered to hold on and did not fall.

The young man's eyes lit up like thunder and lightning, "Who told you to touch him?" Didn't I already tell you to do what he commanded? ”

Rong Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and slowly, proudly straightened up, "Whoever insults my Rong family, die." ”

In King Zhen's Mansion, the sudden abnormal weather caused everyone in the mansion to flee in panic.

Dark clouds, strong winds, thunder, torrential rain......

The servants huddled together, wondering if the tyranny of the prince had finally brought about the damnation.

The maid Xiaolian rushed over in the heavy rain and asked loudly, "Have you seen the princess?" Have you seen the princess? ”

The thunderstorm swallowed her voice, and all she could see was the shape of her lips opening and closing, and her anxious expression.

Xiaolian, who was already soaked in clothes, did not get an answer, and turned back to the rain curtain like crazy, and continued to look for Princess Zhen.

At the bottom of the corridor, a girl in a pink dress looked at the night in the rainstorm and frowned, "Is there a hole in the sky?" ”

"It's demonic." The little golden dragon she was holding in her hand said.

"Yes, it's so demonic. It's really strange, why did she suddenly let herself go? ”

"Be careful, I'm afraid something will happen."

The torrential rain turned the world into a vast expanse.

The lanterns under the promenade were soaked by the wind and rain and had been completely extinguished.

The whole mansion, like a monster that had been lurking for a long time, finally woke up tonight, in the midst of the torrential rain and demonic energy, revealing its terrifying and hideous true face.

The rain was so heavy that the ground under my feet was separated by a curtain of rain and seemed to become an island.

At the end of the promenade, in the flower hall near the lotus pond, the lights are bright.

In the midst of such a hazy dark night and mist of water, the warm light that shines through the dusk seems to be real and illusory.

And in the real and illusory light, there sat a woman.

The woman was sitting at the wine table, patiently warming a pot of osmanthus wine.

The wine stove is boiling, the aroma of wine is overflowing, and it seems that all this is more and more blurry, like a dream.

The woman raised her head and glanced lightly at the girl with cold moisture on her body, "Are you looking for me?" ”

Mu Sensen raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you invite me here?" ”

As she spoke, she lifted her feet and stepped into the flower hall.

From the darkness, step into the warm and brilliant unreal dream.

The woman casually poured the warm osmanthus wine into the jug.

Then he held the wine jug in his hand and poured two glasses of wine in the blue and white Jingyue porcelain cup.

"Please be seated." She gestured to Mu Sensen.