Chapter 77: If You Don't Leave Me, You Won't Forsake 5

However, at this moment, she was immediately obscured by the dark night, the hallucinations were gone, and the Dark Lord Wu Xian was also gone, and her body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground, tears raining down......

On a sunny day, thunder rumbled, and a heavy red rain poured down like a torrent.

However, it comes and goes quickly.

The people who were awakened were shocked to find that the dirt outside their doors was crimson, shaped like congealed blood......

That night, Prince Chen suddenly woke up from a nightmare.

He was covered in cold sweat, but he couldn't remember the scene in his dream at all. The intense uneasiness almost crushed him, and he rushed to his feet, and went straight to the palace of Zheng Guo without his entourage.

A demon rain, people's hearts are panicked.

Before the gates were opened, he made a detour and rushed up. The mood was too urgent, and I never felt that this annoying imperial city was so long, so tortuous, and I couldn't run to the edge.

The deer park was in the innermost part, and he stopped as fast as he could, and then, alive.

It had rained, but the deer park was very dry, with light clouds and light winds, and there was no sign of rain.

The red lanterns are still hanging high, the colorful silk of the wedding girl is still waving in the wind, and even the boxes and cages placed in the corridor are all put in a good place......

But something is different.

The deer park was full of people, but it was not a jubilant celebration, but a terrifying and piercing exclamation.

"Oh my God...... Childe is dead......"

"Childe is dead...... It's really a childe...... He was dead when we found him......"

"Childe died so miserably, this is his wrist, it is all burnt, you see his neck, it is black...... Oh my God, there are definitely demons, if it weren't for demons, how could he have died so miserably?"

......

Everyone gathered at the gate of the deer park, and no one dared to take another half step.

Even the most daring guards cowered, not even daring to piece together the corpse of Ziman. Nor did he dare to move, for fear of being contaminated with the terrible plague.

Ziman's death condensed the most powerful resentment, pain and curse in the Dark Lord's demon heart...... So, how can mortals stand it when they see it??

They just retreated step by step, and even if the demon was waiting in the deer park now, no one dared to catch it.

Zi Ling's gaze looked over.

Ziman's corpse lay on the ground, his two wrists fell to the side in a mess, burned black, and the sharpest broadsword could not be cut so neatly at the broken wrist. There was a pool of suffocating black bruises on his neck, and his face showed a great horror, which made his oily face look particularly disgusting and disgusting.

Zi Ling suddenly felt his heart twitch, as if that extremely ominous premonition had finally come true.

His eyes, which had always been as calm as a mountain, were also panicked, and he searched everywhere: Where is Xia Ji?

Where is Natsuhime?

How is Natsuhime??

However, the crowd obscured his view.

On this day, the sky was so dark that he couldn't see Natsuhime for a long time.

He finally rushed over.

When everyone saw Prince Chen coming, they shouted and retreated one by one. Zi Ling pushed aside everyone and strode in.

There was a dead silence in the deer park.

He saw Natsuki sitting on the ground blankly, barefoot, her hands over her face on her knees, her jet-black hair hiding all her shivers.

He was relieved -- how good it was!

What is more important in this world than life!!

Life is there, and everything can be repeated.