Help!My goddess is sick

When the queen was dying, her life quickly flashed through her mind. Looking back suddenly, she found that the happiest time in her life was before she got married. , at least at that time she didn't know anything.

Rarely confused.

In the decades that followed, life was no longer so happy. The picture was frozen at the scene where the emperor died, and the empress twitched her mouth. The vows made by eachother back then were considered to have come true.

Don't expect to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, but to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day.

Her wish was fulfilled, but it was a pity that she couldn't watch Su'er get married and have children with her own eyes, but it didn't matter, the girl from the Lou family loved him very much, so he would definitely not follow his old path.

Her eyes gradually became slack, and finally the eyelids drooped weakly.

This life, nothing more.

……

The prince hugged the queen and cried for a long time, until the tears flowed away, as if 1 years had passed.

But when he turned around, he realized that it was only a few breaths away.

Yan Zhi returned to his divine power to transform the sword, and pierced through the dantian of the national teacher.

The national teacher suddenly spit out another mouthful of blood, Yan Zhihui raised his hand to block it, then met his fierce eyes, and said disdainfully: "If you want to blow yourself up and die with me, have you asked me if I am willing?"

The national teacher gritted his teeth, "I miscalculated, don't be complacent, even if I die today, in the future..."

Yan Zhi returned the hand with a little force and sent another point forward, "There is no future, let's go on the road."

"Uh..." The national teacher let out a "ho ho" sound from his throat, and the next moment, the flames burned from his body, and he was burned into a burning man in the blink of an eye.

"Ahhhh-"

He struggled in pain and madness, but was firmly nailed to the wall by the sword until he was burned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated between heaven and earth.

The soul is scattered, and the demon energy is completely extinguished.

The dragon energy and national fortune that had been swallowed by him before also began to collapse in all directions.

Yan Zhi hurriedly stretched out his divine power to spin a net to bring them back, and by the way, closed the previous formation, and sent Yuezhong back the same way.

His slender fingers picked up half of the dragon's energy and sent it back to the ground. Suddenly there was a breeze on the ground, the clouds dispersed, and the golden sun reappeared, bright and dazzling.

Xie Cijiu couldn't help closing his eyes, and when he opened them again, the enchantment in front of him disappeared.

She walked over quickly, Yan Zhi looked back at her with a smile, raised her eyebrows lightly, as if asking for credit: Look, isn't your husband amazing?

Xie Cijiu smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

Yan Zhi laughed back and still hadn't forgotten the business, he picked up the other half of the dragon energy, turned around and punched into the prince's body.

King Yi was stunned, seeing that he had absorbed nothing left, and suddenly became angry: "What about mine?"

He got up from the ground with both hands and feet, and asked Yan Zhihui in a dark voice: "Where's my dragon energy?!"

Xie Cijiu raised his eyebrows, quite surprised, he must be crazy, right?Otherwise, shouldn't ordinary people run as far as they can at this time?
Yan Zhihui was also amused by him, "Your dragon spirit? That's not your thing at all."

"Why not?" Yi Wang stared, the bloodshot eyeballs looked terrifying, "The one that was taken out of my body wasn't mine?"

Yan Zhihui sighed, and explained patiently: "Dragon Qi is something that exists in the bodies of the royal children. Some people are strong and some are weak, but it is not static. Those with high merits and virtues are highly respected by the people. Dragon Qi It will become stronger, and those who do too many immoral things will gradually decline and even transfer to other people."

"As for you..." Yan Zhi smiled back: "I have no choice to interfere with Longqi. It was you who colluded with the demons and disrupted the government, causing turbulence and instability of the country. Therefore, it was Longqi who gave up on you and chose Prince."

Xie Cijiu heard the words and said in a deep voice: "You will die if you do many unrighteous actions. You are too ambitious and your methods are too vicious. You deserve nothing."

There is still something I don't understand until now, the culprit of all this is the national teacher, but if King Yi had no ghosts in his heart, he would not be bewitched by him to do all this.

The national teacher approached King Shangyi, fooling him into being the real dragon emperor, constantly nourishing his ambition, and then making suggestions, lurking next to the emperor, instigating the emperor to kill the two pillars of the main beam, and then instigating the prince's infighting, reaping the benefits of the fisherman , took the opportunity to seize the national fortune.

It can be said that the scheming is not deep, and when you think about it carefully, one link after another is simply creepy.

Xie Cijiu deeply felt that King Yi was a scourge, and he couldn't get rid of it.

Sensing the killing intent on her body, Yan Zhi Hui clasped her fingers with the hand hanging by his side, "Don't worry, his retribution will come soon."

Xie Cijiu: "Huh?"

King Yi wanted to say something more, but suddenly footsteps came from behind him.

He turned his head, but saw the prince with loose hair, stabbing fiercely with a long sword in his hand.

King Yi's eyes widened, subconsciously wanting to dodge, but his body was bruised and drained of dragon energy. He was at the end of his strength, how could he compare to the newly recovered prince?
After three strokes, King Yi was stabbed in the thigh by the prince's sword, and he knelt down screaming. The prince's brows were stern and full of hatred, "Wing King, go down and make amends to my mother!"

King Yi finally knew how to be afraid: "I...uh!"

The prince was not moved at all, and without shaking his hand, he directly sent the sword into his chest.

The sound of the flesh being pierced was so clear, it made the prince feel sick to hear it, especially the protruding eyeballs of King Yi before he died, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

He let go of his hand and took two steps back, his face turned pale, and when he turned around, he vomited in a daze.

"Prince..." Xie Cijiu was about to step forward, when he saw that the prince's knees suddenly softened, and he knelt down with a "plop", and then fell face down and fainted.

Xie Cijiu: "..."

"Your Highness!" The killers gathered around and helped the prince up with all their hands and feet, but they didn't dare to act rashly. They looked at Xie Cijiu and Yan Zhihui hesitantly: "My son, princess, can you let us take the prince?" His Highness sent back to the palace?"

Xie Cijiu let out a long sigh and waved his hands: "Go."

"Thank you, the princess!"

The leading assassin kowtowed three times to Xie Cijiu, carried the prince on his back and left quickly.

The sacrificial platform that had been crowded with people suddenly emptied out. When the wind blew, the smell of blood lingered in all directions, and it was fishy and cold.

"Cool?" Xie Cijiu was taken aback, and reached out to touch his face, only to find some water.

Yan Zhihui said softly: "It's raining."

After the words fell, the rain became more and more dense, and soon a layer of water mist was stirred up on the ground.

The corpse lying on the ground was still bleeding, and the rainwater gathered together, and then slowly seeped into the soil.

This year's ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven has become a field of Shura. In the end, everyone lost. In this vast farce, no one was spared and could be spared.

Xie Cijiu suddenly felt very tired, she turned her head to look at Yan Zhihui, "Let's go back."

"Okay." Yan Zhihui held her hand tightly, turned around and walked into the rain with her.

……

The heavy rain seemed to be the mercy of the heavens, and it also seemed to be a kind of punishment, which severely washed away the sinful bodies and souls of those people.