The tyrant is too fierce!I'm happy with my dear concubine

Chapter 60
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Twilight Sihe
The Huangzhuang on the mountain was shrouded in darkness, the shadows of the trees whirled, everything was quiet, and the sound of the bonfire bursting rang out from time to time.

The imperial army firmly surrounded the altar in the clearing.

Under the blowing of the north wind, the fire pile spread its teeth and claws, casting a shadow on Qin Sheng's side face.

Sanshui dressed in dark embroidered pattern eunuch waiter waved the dust from a distance, and the imperial guards stood guarding the altar with their backs.

Turning into a little fox, Chu Zhiyu lurked in early and hid behind the stone pillar to observe secretly.

On the high altar is a mysterious array, with chains from all directions descending from the stone pillars, firmly holding the Panlong pillar in the middle.

The dragon stone carving is lifelike, the dragon is mighty and majestic, but it looks up to the sky, as if asking something, its five claws are tightly hooked on the stone pillar.

Chu Zhiyu saw the look of pain on its face in a daze.

But the golden dragon is the symbol of the emperor, how could those stone carving craftsmen make such a fatal omission?

Chu Zhiyu blinked again, and the stone sculpture looked normal again, as if it was her illusion.

Zisang Yunyang's eyebrows showed a light blue water drop imprint, and the moonlight was like water floating on his wide-sleeved toga, and the clothes fluttered, and the water patterns on the sleeves and the corners of the robe flashed past.

He stepped barefoot on the water below the altar.

Step by step, stepping on the water to go up.

In the center of the altar, Qin Sheng was sitting on the floor with his back against the Panlongzhu, with his face downcast, propped on one leg, and one hand on his lap.

Where Zisang Yunyang walked left traces of water, with a cold luster.

He opened his lips.

Chu Zhiyu pricked up her ears alertly, but she didn't hear anything. She only heard the water under the altar rippling.

The wind seemed to grow louder.

Chu Zhiyu's animal eyes were shining brightly, she focused on the priest on the altar, and the last trace of doubt about Zi Sang Yunyang dissipated in her heart.

He is by no means a liar for fame or reputation, and he is by no means a half-baked fool.

In the dark, she felt that the aura around her was mobilized, and she was restless.

The sound of the water also became louder.

The melody of the water waves seems to contain some kind of law, which makes people involuntarily immersed in it.

Qin Sheng let out a muffled snort, the back of his hand resting on his knee was tinged with veins, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

The ink hair was loose, and he hung his head. Obviously he didn't make any big movements, but it made people feel that he was deeply in pain.

boom -

There was a loud thunder in the sky.

Chu Zhiyu shuddered violently. She was startled by the thunder and came to her senses. She realized that she was almost unconscious just now due to the influence of Zi Sang Yunyang, and she was terrified.

Her spiritual platform was running, forcing herself to be more vigilant.

"Uh-"

Qin Sheng spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the Panlong pillar behind him was cracked, breaking the eight iron chains tightly wrapped around Shilong's body and spilling them all over the altar.

After the stone dragon lost its shackles, it let out a mournful cry instead.

Cracks appeared in the body amidst the thunder.

The gust of wind swept the ground with fallen leaves and dust, blurring his vision for a moment, and the breath at the tip of his nose became turbid.

Chu Zhiyu was blinded by the wind, and it hid behind the stone pillar to hide from the messy wind and dust.

Therefore, he didn't see Qin Sheng on the altar with a pale face, as white as a lifeless dead man, he grabbed his skirt and staggered up.

look in a certain direction.

His hair was disheveled, covering the dark lines on his face.

Zisang Yunyang looked serious, he supported Qin Sheng, and let King Qin, whose feet were already unstable, lean on his body.

The smell of water vapor in the air condensed more and more.

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Peripheral
Cao Guogong and Qin Hao looked up at the abnormality inside, "The priest is setting up an altar to pray for His Majesty."

"Brother Huang's disease is very difficult to cure, and only a priest can make His Majesty breathe a little bit."

"But this priest is really mysterious. Even if the ceremony is held, no one else is allowed to watch it. The imperial guards stay away from each other to monitor each other. The peepers cut their flesh and died."

(End of this chapter)