Rong Chengrin respectfully accepted the order, "My subordinates will take the 'Qianze Prince' to Penglai." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" After that, he glanced at the man standing in front of him with the same appearance as Chizawa.

Rong Cheng Piaoxue raised his eyebrows, and the man understood, saluted and withdrew.

Rong Chengrin didn't understand what he meant, but just stared at Rong Cheng Piaoxue.

"Rin, there are no outsiders here, just call my aunt. Rong Cheng Piaoxue twisted the white jade chess pieces in her hand and said, "Aunt arranged for you to be by Ye Jun's side, in a few days, Ye Jun's wedding car will arrive, you know what kind of attitude you should use to be a favorite concubine, you should change your indifferent temperament." ”

Rong Chengrin hesitated slightly, but nodded and said, "Yes, aunt." ”

"What we want is to return to the ruins, Penglai is like a turtle in an urn, and then Yingzhou, the burden on your body is extremely heavy. Rong Cheng Piaoxue's tone was not in a hurry.

Rong Chengjia is ostensibly loyal to Penglai and loyal to the prince, the current queen of Yingzhou, Ye Jun's biological mother, is the daughter of Rong Chengjia, Rong Chengjia is gradually in power, and the harem has been full of Rong Chengjia's forces.

Emperor Yingzhou sensed the clue and had begun to weaken the power of the Rong Cheng family in recent years, but Ye Jun secretly corresponded with the Rong Cheng family in order to compete for the throne.

Rong Cheng drifting snow step by step, how can he let go of such a good opportunity, the future queen of Yingzhou must also be surnamed Rong Cheng, and he will not hesitate to send his niece into right and wrong.

"I heard that Emperor Yingzhou intended to give the second lady of Luofu to the third prince Ye Xian, but Ye Xian refused politely, and this time he was about to send it to Ye Jun's Mansion. ”

"If you can use it, you can use it, if you can't use it, you can kill it. Rong Cheng Piaoxue said indifferently.

"Yes. Rong Chengrin took a few steps back and disappeared into the vast night, this time he was going to Penglai with this Qianze's substitute.

Qian Ze, who was in the Nine Palaces, didn't know it, and was still wandering in the endless corridors, and after Wa Luo sent Qian Ze out of the Phantom Girl Palace, he disappeared, leaving only a piece of turquoise green scales.

Chisawa doesn't remember how long he's been in this dimly lit dungeon, he just feels like he's been living for years.

"How much longer. ”

Chisawa was already very tired physically and mentally, and his resentment towards the prince was getting deeper and deeper, if he hadn't changed the fork in the road to the tomb at will, why would Chisawa walk alone in this dungeon that never saw the light of day.

I didn't see the shadow of the Southern Dynasty along the way, after all, the Southern Dynasty has been tossing in the tomb for a long time, maybe he can be more comfortable than Qianze, and Qianze really can't care too much, just want to go out and escape from this terrifying place.

Chisawa's remaining sanity can at least be traced to the markings on the Ayahime's map, and try to break into the dangerous trap tombs as little as possible.

Wandering for a long time, the front has become a dead end, only a stone door in front of the block, the stone door pattern is rugged, the complex coiling dragon carving pattern is intricate, but a little old.

Qian Ze subconsciously touched the stone gate, and the stone gate actually fell off a piece of skin, revealing a pitch-black hollow.

"Shhhh It hurts!" Before Chisawa could react, his hand suddenly became in sharp pain, Chisawa retracted his hand violently, and the back of his entire right hand was already blood-red, as if it had been sprinkled with some poison.

"It's poison on the door!"

The skin on his hand was rapidly rotting in front of Chisawa's eyes, and gradually he could see Bai Sensen's wrist bone, Chisawa was surprised and didn't have time to think about it, he took off the hook finger on his hand, and slammed a piece of rotten flesh off the skin on his wrist.

Without a trace of hesitation, Chisawa is as ruthless to others as she is to herself.

The sharp pain in the heart made Chisawa tremble, and he tore off a piece of the corner of his clothes and wrapped it around his wrist, his right hand was unconscious except for pain, the tomb was damp and dirty, and if he didn't go out, this hand would be useless.

The wound on his right hand was like the last straw that crushed the camel, and Chisawa only felt that there was no longer any strength in his body, and he leaned against the wall of the corridor and slowly slid down, sitting on the cold ground.

"If it were just me, death would be the greatest relief. Chisawa was exhausted, closed his eyes, and his mind was full of the past.

Countless escapes from death, anyone will be tired, the first day of Qianze's death, was still a seventeen-year-old boy, and the hatred and blood at that time had been wiped out very little in the changes of the world.

Chisawa picked up the sharp scorpion hook, aimed the tip at the heart, gestured a few times, and finally put down his hand.

"Xuan'er needs me, she can't do without me. Chisawa struggled to her feet against the wall. In the world, the vicissitudes of life, Mo Xuan has become the biggest motivation for Qianze to survive.

As soon as he dies, the pain will disappear, but nostalgia and hatred make Qian Ze unable to do it, and the knife will fall and fall, and how much effort and calculation before will be in vain.

Not yet, it's too early to die, at least Qian Yi must be pulled off the crown prince, and then Rong Cheng will be broken into snow before he will stop.

The blood soaked through the wound wrapped around his wrist, and fell to the ground drop by drop, but it did not dry up, but gradually converged towards the stone gate.

Qian Ze watched in amazement as the dark red surging on the ground, spreading along the lines of the stone gate, the coiling dragon on the stone gate was dyed into a fire dragon, and where the clouds were swallowed and the fog was spitted, the four characters were dyed with blood.

This is a strange pattern that is different from any kind of writing in Guiru, and Chisawa has never seen this kind of writing, but he can read these four characters.

Imperial Spider.

Qian Ze just didn't know that this ancient text was created by the Guiru Lord God Emperor Lin, and the people who are connected by blood have a soul in their hearts, so they can naturally read it.

After the blood was filled, many small characters appeared on the stone door, which were also written from the same words, and Chisawa read it silently, his eyes full of surprise and doubt, and then he became confused.

This text seems to be the eulogy and life of the Lord God Emperor Lin, the narrative is long, there are many praises, and only a few words linger in Qianze's mind.

The emperor descended, the phoenix, the ripples, the thousand zes, scattered in the world to protect the peace of one side.

"Chizawa..."Chisawa repeated his name in a daze, "Is it a coincidence...?"

Qian Ze recalled that in the past, he had no other outstanding features, if there were fairy bones, it was also given by the poisonous scorpion boy, it was about a coincidence, and I don't know how many people named Qian Ze were in the entire ruins, so it's better not to be amorous.

After all, there is no god, and Chisawa has always been reluctant to believe in gods.

"If Emperor Lin had such an ungodly son as me, I'm afraid he would have kicked me out of the house. Chisawa smiled self-deprecatingly, "If it's really the main god's bloodline, this little injury should be healed by now!" Chisawa thought angrily.

The blood gradually dried up, but the stone gate suddenly opened, as if it had acquiesced to Chizawa's arrival. Qian Ze vigilantly peeked into the door, it was extremely bright, hundreds of mermaid candles were lit, and there were hundreds of square coffins with straight beams on the ground.

I thought I had entered a real burial chamber, but the coffin here was pitch black and square, there was no coffin, and it was so small that from the outside, an adult could only lie down in it.