first concubine

Chapter 61 Someone Comes in the Middle of the Night.

Layers of white gauze curtains hung down in front of the bed, and the gauze curtains were rolled and torn by the wind, twitching and feeling infinitely cool.

She walked lightly and walked slowly to the gauze tent.

Suddenly, a soft white sword stabbed out from the gauze, and the blade of the sword, illuminated by the cool sky outside the window, showed a little blood color.

Against the white blade, it was extremely terrifying.

Her body was stiff, her head was raised, and she stood there, not daring to move.

There was a constant surge in her chest, and she wanted to vomit, because she saw a black thing inserted into the tip of the sword.

It was a fresh human head, still dripping blood, and on that fat face, a pair of small eyes stared as big as a bull's eye.

Congested and bloodshot.

That face, because of the great fear he suffered before death, the whole face became extremely distorted, and the muscles were deformed. He didn't know how horrible he saw before he died.

She recognized this person, one of Feiliu's benefactors, a member of Daguan Yao.

Time seemed to stand still, and she heard the blood dripping from the head, dripping onto the floor, tick-tock, incomparably clear.

Standing there, her body tensed, the human head was so close, she felt goosebumps all over her body, and her heart was beating rapidly in her chest.

The gauze curtain was flying, and one could vaguely see the person leaning on the bed, like snow-white clothes hanging beside the bed, covered with blue silk, gently swaying, like a fairyland.

However, the sword and human head that this person knocked out and flew horizontally in mid-air made people feel like they were in hell.

Standing there, Qiu Yinong finally found her business and asked, "When did you come?"

She didn't need to ask, she knew who the person was inside.

That night on the white lotus altar in Shura Palace, the person behind the veil was the person in her room.

Everyone in the world knows that the owner of Shura Palace has no name and surname, but only one title, called: Meng.

No one knows what this title means.

This person appears and disappears like a ghost, no one knows his true face, no one knows his identity, mysterious, unpredictable, and cruel.

Known as the King of Shura.

The Asura Palace is a terrifying and mysterious existence in this world.

Everyone was terrified, but there was nothing they could do.

It's no wonder that Zhan Yu wants to send someone to break into the Shura Palace. Things that can make him move his mind must be extremely fun.

Thinking about it, Qiu Yinong calmed down a lot.

He heard an ethereal and unreal voice coming out: "I'm so excited, I killed a person for you, how do you repay me?"

He seemed to be smiling, cold and chilling.

"It seems that I didn't ask you to help me kill people." Qiu Yinong glanced at the hideous and terrifying head, and took a few steps back gently.

Her voice was low, but cold.

"Do you know that if I don't help you get rid of him, Zhan Yu and Qiu Fengyi will find him, and by then, you may die without a whole body."

Qiu Yi's expression froze, and he finally asked in a cold voice: "The people in Yuanyang Pavilion were all killed by your people?"

"Guess!!" He elongated his tone gently, looking very deep and elegant, but he just didn't make it clear.

She frowned and said nothing.

The person inside the gauze tent added gloomyly: "This palace only killed this one person, how the others died, you can find out by yourself."

"I'll find out," she said firmly.

"Eleven, a smart person will not leave hidden dangers for himself. In the future, when you arrive in the palace, no one will help you deal with troubles. Your life is all in your own hands."

He suddenly called her softly, the tone of his voice was slightly hoarse, and it was cold and cold.

(End of this chapter)