first concubine

Chapter 53 Can't escape him.

The killing spirit flows in the eyebrows.

The color of the eyes is light purple, like a fairy or a demon, noble and inviolable.

It is the Emperor Zhanyu.

A man in black clothes stood in front of the window, the moonlight cast a circle of light and shadow behind him, his face was immersed in the shadow, with indescribable melancholy.

Bai Yuan's face was cold, and he said firmly: "The emperor is too worried, how can a dead person be resurrected?"

"Yes, how can the dead be resurrected?"

Zhan Yu muttered to himself, holding half of the snow-white sleeve in his hand, put it under his nose and sniffed it lightly, pinched it in his hand, and practiced secretly, the sleeve turned into ashes.

Bai Yuan was secretly surprised, Huang's inner strength was getting stronger and stronger.

Suddenly I heard him whisper bloodthirstyly: "But, I just hope that the dead can be resurrected."

Bai Yuan was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Zhan Yu meant.

He didn't dare to speculate.

I only know that after the death of the princess, this noble man like a god will have no more joy.

Could it be that he began to regret killing her?

He didn't know, and naturally he didn't dare to ask.

"Do you know who the murderer is?" Zhan Yu asked coldly, his voice returning to normal.

"Our people went late. Those who knew about it in Yuanyang Pavilion have all been killed. Those who attacked were fast and ruthless, leaving no trace at all."

Bai Yuan went to check the dead bodies in Yuanyang Pavilion, but couldn't find any traces.

Zhan Yu's beautiful eyes suddenly contracted sharply, gathering a suppressed killing aura, which dissipated in an instant.

Concentrating her lips and smiling elegantly: "Very good."

Bai Yuan was horrified by his smile, and he lowered his head not daring to make a sound. How long has it been since the emperor smiled?

I just feel somewhat sad.

"Go, dig three feet into the ground, and find the murderer. I want to see for myself, is she back?"

In the end, the voice became low and ethereal, and no emotion could be heard.

"Yes."

Bai Yuan took the order and hurried out.

The hall returned to silence, and the eternal darkness almost engulfed people.

A court lady came in and wanted to light a lamp, but she was sternly shouted back,

"go out."

The maid was terrified, and walked out quickly in fear and fear, not daring to stay in the slightest.

Zhan Yu still held the half of the sleeve that was turned into ashes by his internal force. He lowered his head to see that the sleeve was cut off from her hand.

He kept it, after so many days.

I always feel that this woman will not die so easily and willingly, her soul is enshrined on that half of the sleeve.

He only needs to hold it lightly, and he can hold his soul in the palm of his hand.

She was by his side, tearing up every night.

The handsome and ruthless man suddenly raised his hand and threw the ashes out of the window. The ashes were blown by the wind and dispersed, fluttering and nowhere to be found.

Accompanied by the drifting voice, there was also the emperor's cold low voice: "Eleven, no matter whether you are a human or a ghost, you cannot escape from my palm."

If he could kill her, he could imprison her soul.

Qiu Yinong woke up from her sleep, and the spring light leaked in from the window, it was already the next morning.

Another nightmare.

In the dream, the cold face of that person kept appearing, his eyes turned into a sharp sword, and the sharp blade cut off her skin bit by bit, leaving only a skeleton of her.

Swaying in the wind, you can't even think of dying.

Such a nightmare is a bit frightening.

Why do you have such nightmares?Qiu Yinong thought blankly, since she lives another life, then she is the king.

It is no longer a fish at the mercy of others.

(End of this chapter)