Dai Luo left. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dai Chen looked at the back of his only brother leaving, his expression was a little complicated, and he suddenly let out a long sigh. A hint of powerlessness flashed in his heart, although he stirred up the imperial capital, he was no longer able to control the situation. After all, his foundation is still too shallow, and the rise of the Dai family is only a dozen years, far from being comparable to a family that has been around for hundreds of years.

Just now, his teachings to Dai Luo were not a kind of weakness, and his heart was no longer as cold as iron at that moment, because he was no longer completely sure of the future. He hoped that even if he was defeated and died, his only brother would still be able to live. However, without his protection, if he wants to live, Dai Luo can't be as simple as in the past.

The world said he was a madman. But as a new family built on the emperor's favor and blood, if he is not crazy, I believe that he has already been swallowed by the evil wolves around him. Dai Chen firmly believes that only by continuing to go crazy can he hide his shortcomings in heritage. As a character who walks on the edge of darkness and light, he is a seeker of the darkness of human nature. As long as those people believed that he was still an incomprehensible madman, they would not dare to drive him into a corner. He could just keep wandering on the edge of the cliff and continue to live in a frenzy.

The queen is a sensitive and shrewd woman, and she also does not dare to risk offending such a madman as him, this is Dai Chen's confidence. But how long can this delicate balance continue? The Empress's weakness lies outside the palace, and her father is only a former minister of rites, so he has always lacked effective support in the military. But after marrying Southwest, she has already gained the support of Huo Qing, one of the military giants. The Governor of the Southwest is a really smart and low-key person, and I believe that it will not be long before the Southwest will have some news! Is this a good thing or a bad thing for himself?

Dai Chen quietly looked at the black blood stains on the floor, and his mood became inexplicably irritable. He needs to vent now, and vent hard. He stood up and glanced at the strange battle not far away, the strange chanting became more and more rapid, but it had lost the sense of peace in the middle, which made his mood worse.

It's time to make the Imperial Capital City even crazier, otherwise who cares what he thinks of those careerists who are self-righteous and want to get involved?

Dai Chen gently stroked the severed arm, and his smile became more and more cruel. He had lost interest in the top-notch duel not far away, which was rare on the mainland, so he didn't even look at it anymore, and turned around and went downstairs directly.

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"Old and poor, the gendarmes have retreated. Be quick with your hands and feet, hurry up and finish off these bald people, and let's rush back to Northern Xinjiang overnight. Guo Zizhong looked at the black-clothed gendarmes who kept retreating and gradually disappeared into the night, and couldn't help but remind Yue Wuying.

Yue Wuying looked at Guo Zizhong, who was sweating profusely, and laughed in his heart: this old rascal was obviously suppressed very hard by these palace worshippers, but he made a light appearance, as if the enemy in front of him would be wiped out while talking and laughing.

However, these court worshippers have also reached the end of the strong crossbow, although the holy brilliance emanating from their ring formation is still strong, but their voices have become rapid and hoarse, and they have long lost their Sanskrit meaning, which makes Yue Wuying very disappointed, I thought that this was one of the secret methods left by the ancient gods to deal with the darkness of the eternal night, but it turned out to be nothing more than that, maybe because this is not the real Sanskrit singing.

It's time to put an end to this. An invisible and colorless long sword appeared in Yue Wuying's hand, the sword body was half-turned, and the sword intent between heaven and earth was suddenly full of intent. The holy light of the Sanskrit chant immediately dimmed a lot, and a crack was torn open in the void, constantly devouring this holy light.

More than a dozen court worshippers suddenly increased their pressure, and they all fell to the ground, and the chanting was raised again, and the screams of more gendarmes were incessant, and they all withered in an instant, turning into a pile of white bones. At this time, there seemed to be an invisible boundary on the entire ruined battlefield, with holy light on one side and bloody hell on the other. The mixture of holy chanting and terrible howls makes people want to go crazy.

Rao has seen countless corpses and mountains of blood, Guo Zizhong also frowned, and couldn't help urging: "Old poor sour, let's do it." ”

Yue Wuying glanced at Guo Zizhong strangely.

Guo Zizhong sighed: "Although these offerings and gendarmes are not things, but this kind of scene is too disgusting, I don't think this kind of vicious spell should appear in this world......"

The moon has no shadow: "Do you know that if the eternal night comes, it is far better than ......"

Guo Zizhong: "Okay, okay, old and poor, you don't say it to me, you continue to ......"

Yue Wuying sighed lightly and said no more. His eyes suddenly became cloudy, and then the whole person seemed to disappear from the same place in an instant, but when he looked closely, he found that the other party was still in the same place, as if he had never left at all.

This feeling of dislocation of time and space made Guo Zizhong, who was staring at the moon without a shadow, suddenly dizzy, and almost vomited on the spot. He found himself in a completely enclosed space, and the howls of the gendarmes had suddenly disappeared, and the world seemed to have fallen silent, a place completely devoid of life.

At the same time, the court worshippers also found that they couldn't perceive any life force at all, and that feeling of emptiness instantly swept through their bodies. Immediately after, a sunken sensation came from their bodies, and their faces and skin were all thinned in an instant, and the chanting came to an abrupt end. They suddenly opened their cloudy eyes, and were about to retreat in a hurry.

However, without warning, a crack appeared in the neck of these worshippers, and no blood spilled out, just a dry crack. With a pop, the withered bodies all fell to the ground, their heads rolling to the side, and those who were already dead could no longer die.

Suddenly, a muffled thunderous sound descended on the confined space, and the space was immediately torn apart, and the feeling of being isolated from everything disappeared immediately. Guo Zizhong heard the moaning of the wounded soldier again, felt the biting cold wind, and saw the billowing smoke and flickering firelight, he couldn't help but exhale a heavy breath, although the world in front of him was cruel, it was much more vivid than the silent and closed space. Guo Zizhong actually had a general feeling of being reborn.

"Old poor sour, please say it next time you do it, I'm better to stay away from you....." Guo Zizhong couldn't help but complain, however, he didn't get any response from the other party.

"Poof!" Yue Wuying suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the transparent long sword in his hand fell to the ground.

"Old poor sour, what's wrong with you?" Guo Zizhong was shocked.

Yue Wuying didn't answer, but looked coldly behind Guo Zizhong, and his unfocused eyes flashed with a strange color, a little indifferent, a little surprised, and a little regretful.

Guo Zizhong immediately clenched the long sword in his hand, turned around slowly, and saw two young women coming from the bloody night, dressed in white, like beautiful fairies coming out of hell. (To be continued.) )