Huangfu Chen's body did not move, and his cold and hoarse voice overflowed from his thin lips: "Come in." ”

Feige pushed the door in response, and when he saw the back of the man standing in front of the window, he was slightly stunned, and his two long eyebrows frowned: Look at the situation, Your Highness has not slept all night.

Huang Fuchen slowly turned around and looked at Feige, his face as silent as the cold night outside the window.

Feige lowered his eyes and bowed his hand: "Your Highness." ”

"But what's the news?"

Feige said with difficulty: "Back to Your Highness, our people have searched out dozens of miles outside the city, but ......"

Huangfu Chen was silent for a long time: "I know, go out, continue to search, and don't let go of anything." ”

"Yes!" Feige retreated in response, walked to the door, he looked back at the cold back of the man by the window, hesitated for a while, finally said nothing, walked out, and closed the door.

Stone interior.

Shangguan Jiyue sat on the stone bed with her knees crossed, her face flickering in the faint light of the light of the oil lamp on the stone wall, and the pale color was faintly visible. Her eyes didn't blink, their eyes were ethereal and ethereal, staring at a corner of the void in the stone room without moving.

She was groggy and didn't know how many days had passed. All she knew was that Feng Jingzhi had taken blood from her wrist three times. She thought that if she looked at the scene of Qiu Mingfei using blood to take medicine that day, ten days might have passed.

However, Shangguan Jiyang's body was already extremely weak that day, and he had to take medicine only once every three days. And although Feng Jingzhi was pale, he didn't show any illness and weakness, plus he was bent on removing the Gu poison as soon as possible, it was very likely that he would take her blood once a day. If so, she's only been here for three days.

She clearly remembered that at that moment when Feng Jingzhi saw her wound heal automatically, he just looked at her in slight surprise, as if he was not much shocked. Then, without looking at her again, he picked up the jade bowl containing blood, turned around and walked out.

However, what Shangguan Jiyue didn't expect was that after every time she took blood, Feng Jingzhi locked her in this stone room. After about an hour, she would be released, and hardly ever said a word to him again. It was as if he was not the one who told her so many old things about him that day.

She also remembered the moment when Kazeyuki released her from the stone chamber after taking her blood for the first time. She looked at the devastated state of the original golden underground palace, as if she had just experienced a catastrophe.

She was stunned for a moment before she understood: this was the result of the crazy backlash of the Silkworm Smoke Gu after Feng Jingzhi used blood to use medicine. She had seen the heart-wrenching pain with her own eyes, and it could really make people lose their minds, and life was worse than death.

Feng Jing's skill was profound, and when she was tortured by the Gu of Silkworm Smoke and was almost insane, she destroyed the main hall so dilapidated, and she didn't hear the slightest movement in the stone room. This shows that Feng Jingzhi locked her in the stone chamber to protect her, so as not to be accidentally injured by him when he was unconscious.

Of course, this so-called protection is just afraid that she is dead, and no one's blood can undo the Silkworm Smoke Gu on his body.

Shangguan Jiyue also discovered that Feng Jingzhi also had a group of subordinates similar to the dead soldiers. They were all dressed in black and hats, covered their faces with black scarves, and only showed a pair of eyes. Judging from their tall and vigorous posture and steady and light steps, they should all be young men, and they are well-trained and have profound skills.

Although Shangguan Jiyue had only seen a few people appear, she had a hunch that the number of these black-clothed people would not be as small as just a few people. After all, there were as many as twenty-six of those girls who disappeared overnight. This shows that there are at least dozens, if not more, such a group of well-trained and outstanding martial arts dead soldiers.

She knew that these people had no human feelings to speak of, and that they lived to obey orders, to kill brutally, or to accept more brutal tasks until they died.

In their eyes, human life is as fragile as ants on the ground. As long as they want, they can crush a large area casually.

They are accustomed to seeing blood, they are accustomed to plundering human life, they are ruthless, insensitive, and not afraid of life and death. For them, it makes no difference whether they are alive or dead.

Such a group of people is extremely scary, if...... If they meet Huang Fuchen head-on, even if he is an arrogant son of heaven, he will definitely not be able to get any benefits.

In case of...... What if he has three long and two short, what should she do?

Although his identity made her want to escape, and there was no more result between her and him, she still couldn't help but worry about him and miss him.

She missed the faint smell of grass on his body, the feeling of him holding her in his arms, his kisses, everything about him...... She couldn't control her heart, she thought about him crazily, and loved him deeply......

Tears slowly seeped out of her eyes, slipped silently, and smudged wet circles on the placket of her chest.

Shangguan Jiyue slowly lowered her body, buried her face between her knees, and her shoulders trembled slightly...... until the soft sobbing sound turns into a low, suppressed, hoarse cry of sorrow......

After a long time, she slowly lay sideways on the cold stone bed, her slender figure curled up into a small ball, her eyes glazed and lifeless.

She used to be a man who swore an alliance, a man who was deeply rooted in her blood, and in the blink of an eye, she became a stranger who she could never get close to again in her life, what could be more painful in this world?

Perhaps, she should hope that Huang Fuchen will never find her, so that she will not have to face it and hurt him. He didn't know anything yet, and she didn't want him to know, so let her carry everything alone......

The sun sinks in the west, and the twilight clouds are combined.

Huang Fuchen stood alone on the roof of the post house in an ink-colored shirt, the orange afterglow shining on his tall and slender body, pulling a long shadow on the black tiles on the roof.

His face was silent and haggard, his chins were covered with blue-black stubble, his eyes that had been as inky as stars were now bloodshot red, and his lower eyelids were covered with a blue shadow. A few strands of hair hung down from his forehead and clinged to his cheeks.

He remained motionless, staring at the place where the sun had sunk without saying a word. The whole person looks lonely and lonely, like a statue standing alone, which makes people feel inexplicably distressed but dare not easily come forward.

It's been another day, Yue'er, you must wait for me...... If you are gone, I will really be bored in this world......

At this moment, with the sound of clothes breaking through the air, there was a sound of hurried footsteps behind him, and the tiles were crisp and crisp.

"Your Highness!"

Huang Fuchen slowly turned around.

Because he was running too fast and too fast, Liuxia's breath was still a little unstable, but his tone was full of joy: "Dongjiao...... The Imperial Tomb found an abnormality, and Mo Yi and Feige had already rushed over with their troops. ”