Ye Qingxuan was in the dark. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Reliving this feeling of dying again, I have to say, I miss it a lot.

The pain was now gone, and when Ye Qingxuan threw his consciousness into the closed dream, all external interference had been far away. In the empty dream, even the flow of time slowed down.

It was enough for him to get rid of his anger and regain his composure.

Then, start thinking again.

Thankfully, Stone wasn't there.

That old ghost never gave himself face, he was always sneering, if he was allowed to see his miserable state, he would definitely gloat, right? Ye Qingxuan could even imagine the way the old face was dancing.

See, I warned you, but you don't always take it to heart.

Is the list of firewood ready?

Don't forget, purge the inside.

Who can be trusted?

Think about it carefully, Ye Qingxuan. Is this what I really mean? Do I have to be so explicit in what an outsider is saying to sow discord?

Well, you win.

If you don't know who can be trusted, then think again...... Who is not to be trusted?

Maxwell: No, he's already missing.

Mephistopheles? No, he put everything in your hands to prove his innocence. He did not hesitate to live under the same roof with the executioners of the Inquisition.

So, who is left?

Who else could there be?

Only Anglo's moral example, the de facto ruler of Avalon after the fall of the palace, your great uncle

- Lancelot.

"Lancelot?"

Ye Qingxuan laughed self-deprecatingly, gritted his teeth, and held back his anger.

What exactly are you thinking, Lancelot?

He seemed to hear Stone laughing again.

Ye Qingxuan, are you a saint?

No one can know what is going on in the minds of others, no one, do you care what heretics think at the stake?

No, you don't.

There is no need for any unspeakable hardships here, and there is no need for twists and turns. Do you care whose eggs the pagans are ready to take?

Whether or not we can go to heaven after death is a matter for God to consider, and our job is only to send heretics to God, do we need to think about it so much?

Not required......

You just have to figure out what he did.

What does he want to do?

Ye Qingxuan didn't know.

But now go and figure it out...... It's not too late!

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Snap.

A crisp cracking sound sounded.

At Avalon Central Hospital, in the 24-hour intensive care unit, an alarm suddenly sounded. The chantist, dressed in a heavy hazmat suit, stepped forward and looked at the thing on the hospital bed that had been connected to the layers of cables.

As early as a few hours ago, the hemorrhage had stopped, and the blood-colored mold that had grown under the skin had already covered Ye Qingxuan's body, enveloping him entirely, quickly losing his moisture and turning into a thick charred shell.

It looks like the charred corpse of a giant.

Only the intermittent heartbeat proved that he was still alive, and even then, there was a constant infusion of anesthetic gas more than three times the amount of ordinary people in the breathing tube, not to mention the precepts imposed on that body by the other forbidden musicians.

But now, at the head of the carbonized shell, a crack suddenly opened.

It's like a giant who has never died has opened its eyes.

Beneath the chasm was a moonlit silver pupil, in which wisps of blood lingered, like flames, like maggots on tarsal bones, perishing with life.

So hideous.

"He's starting to regain consciousness?"

On the side, the forbidden musician in charge of guarding frowned, and soon, the chant musician shook his head coldly: "It's just a simple stress reaction after a brain infection, it's normal." ”

For some reason, the forbidden musician felt a little hot and uneasy: "Is there a tranquilizer? ”

"Okay. ”

Soon, a transparent injection flowed into Ye Qingxuan's body along the delivery tube of normal saline.

Under the crack, the hollow pupil gradually closed, and he returned to sleep.

The Forbidden Musician stood for a long time, pushed the door open, and after leaving the closed hot ward, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in the cool breeze in the hallway.

Maybe it's the thing in the ward that has brought too much pressure, and I don't know when, I'm already sweating.

In the corridor, the other guards who were waiting for a moment looked over, their eyes were stunned, the forbidden musician looked at them in confusion, someone stretched out his hand and pointed at his face, he was stunned, stretched out his hand, touched his nose, and the other hand was bright red.

"Nosebleed?"

He sighed helplessly and stretched out his hand: "Does anyone have gauze there?"

A small thing is quickly left behind.

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In the ward, which was closely guarded, in the charcoal shell wrapped in cables, under Ye Qingxuan's heart.

A copper seal has been opened at some point.

In the dark, a glowing green light is released.

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The flames lit up from the crystal, and the clear and delicate crystal slowly rose into the sky, shedding a piece of light.

In a low and solemn melody, hundreds of sparkling crystals are like stars, moving in the sky. Windsor Manor is already crowded at the moment.

As an important residence of the royal family in addition to the royal palace, Windsor Manor has been built for 300 years, although it does not erect high walls, but it is also a palace that is not inferior to the palace, and has always had the reputation of "summer palace", and it also has an important position in the history of Anglo, I don't know how many decrees were issued from here.

It was here that the previous queen was born, and now, with the fall of the Upper Town, a new king will be crowned here.

For the upper echelons, this is a meaningful signal.

Although the coronation ceremony was somewhat rushed, the place where the new king was crowned did not choose Westminster Abbey, which had been the kings of the past, or even the Archbishop of Mephistopheles.

The Order, which represented orthodoxy and theocracy, was left aside. This caused many nobles close to the Order to smell the slightest bit of goodness, and they euphemistically tested each other's opinions from their seats, exchanged news, and then hesitated in their hearts whether it was still too late to turn the rudder.

And the glorious nobles of the founding country swept away the dullness of the past and raised their eyebrows. Many of them have taken key positions in the new king's cabinet.

It's time to eat......

The key positions of finance, land and resources, construction and diplomacy have been divided, the meat of the new cabinet and even the Privy Council has reached the bowl, and the rest of the thick soup depends on the wrists of the other participants. The families who are not willing to go hungry in five years have already snatched their red eyes in private, but they still have to be gentle and elegant on the surface, and they do not lose their manners and greet each other warmly.

However, soon the private communication had stopped, and in the solemn hall, everyone stood quietly in their places, suppressing the thoughts in their hearts that they could not bask in the sun, waiting for the arrival of the true master of the ceremony.

Outside the summer palace, the cheers of those people and the solemn coronation carols sounded.

In the night sky, in the deepest part of the darkness, the dark bell rang appropriately, as if to give a congratulatory gift for this ceremony.

The bell echoes between heaven and earth.

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Westminster Abbey, in the room where Shaw So, even the fire had been extinguished.

The black tea is already cold.

The old people sat on their chairs wrapped in blankets, looking at the chessboard on the table with sleepy eyes, urging each other to continue playing this stinky game.

Until in the distance, a mighty roar was heard.

Stone yawned and looked up at the window, "What's that?"

"The bells. ”

Mephistopheles replied, "The bell of redemption." ”

"Oh. ”

Stone nodded nonchalantly: "That's really rare." ”

"yes, that's rare. ”

The game continues.

Soon, Mephistopheles was checkmated.

Stone lowered his eyes, rubbed the black queen in his hand, and stopped talking.

Mephistopheles didn't speak either.

In the silence, the sonorous sound of the armored knights advancing in the corridor outside the door could be heard, and the faint whispers of the guards outside the door. Imprisoned in the church in disguise, they have now lost their freedom, and even going to the toilet has to be solved in five minutes.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work. ”

Stone sighed softly.

Mephistopheles frowned: "You've been sighing like this since just now, what are you thinking?"

Stone smiled self-deprecatingly, shook his head, and put the chess pieces back in the box, "I'm wondering, now that almost all of Anglo's top officials are there, if he is killed at the coronation, there is still a ...... for this country"

Dead.

Mephistopheles was silent, her white pupils constricted. The teacup in his hand also rippled slightly.

"Seriously?"

"Or else? are you kidding?"

Stone shook his head coldly: "Don't you all like to treat others as your own when you are preaching? I also tried to think about it just now, if I plan to do something, what will I do, it seems that you don't like alarmism."

However, it would be a pity if the coronation ceremony was not in a hurry to open the slaughterhouse. ”

He chuckled softly.

Gloat.

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In the palace room behind the jade hall, Mary sat alone in front of the mirror, looking at the gorgeous girl in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. She was dressed in finely woven gowns and jewelry, and her long hair, tied back her head, was as bright as gold.

It's like a former queen.

She is no stranger to this kind of dress, and every year she needs to replace her brother and accompany her mother to various ceremonies. But after her mother was gone, she suddenly began to panic.

Become a king.

Dominate Anglo.

This insubstantial thing is already in sight.

It was clear that the threat of the Leviathan had not yet been resolved, but so many people had already plunged into the feast, and everyone deliberately forgot what happened in the Shadow of Avalon.

She could feel the malice flowing from the dragon's blood in her body, the deformed growth of the other self in the dragon's blood, responding to the call from the darkness, almost devouring herself......

"Don't be afraid, sister. ”

The girl in the mirror suddenly spoke, smiling sweetly: "What a thing to celebrate when you become a queen, why do you have a sad face? You will no longer need to hide your true nature! You don't need to open your mouth, those fools will be eager to sacrifice everything for you...... Don't worry about the filth anymore, we can wash it all away with blood......"

Mary was silent, clenching her fists.

"Shut up. ”

Collapse!

Long Wei disappeared in a flash.

A crack suddenly opened on the large mirror, running up and down, cutting the girl in the mirror in half.

The broken girl shrieked and sang softly, stroking the cracks in her shell, and holding up the red blood to Mary's lips.

"Sip, Your Majesty. ”

She whispered in Mary's ear, "From now on, you are a monster on the throne of King's Landing, the queen of blood......"

The sweet smell lingered on the tip of her nose, causing Mary's eyes to turn red, tremble, and make a hoarse voice:

"-I said, go away!"

The hallucinations dissipated.

As if it had never happened.

Mary was left alone standing in the empty room, looking at her tattered self in the mirror.

Not daring to look at the pale face, she covered her face and silently shed tears: "Mom, help me...... I've ...... I don't know what to do......"

No one responded.

Only on the walls, the portrait of the former queen lowered her eyes, sprinkling powerless pity.

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I don't know how long it took, but in the dead silence, there was a low knock on the door.

"Your Highness, the coronation is about to begin. ”

Outside the door, the unfamiliar ceremonial official held a copper plate and said politely: "Your medicine is ready." You'll definitely feel better after drinking it. ”

In the delicate wine glass on a copper plate, the orange-yellow liquid like amber exudes a sweet taste.

Like blood.