Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

"This painting is made by a ghost. How can we save people? What exists in it is just a ghost that can't be reincarnated. "

Song Yue looked at Cheng Xiu and wanted to say that you should not tell the truth so plainly. However, he didn't say what he said.

The masked man seemed to smile. She only looked at Rongshen, waiting for Rongshen's answer.

Rongshen lowered her eyes, which made people unable to see the look of her eyes. For a while, she suddenly raised her head and said to the mask man, "OK."

Without giving Cheng Xiu and song Yue time to react, the masked man suddenly throws the painting up.

The next moment, Rong Shen's figure turns into a black fog and goes into the painting. Cheng Xiu's pupils shrink slightly. At the moment when Rong Shen is not in the painting, his figure turns into a golden light, one step ahead of Rong Shen.

"You're all in. What about me?" Song Yue's eyes widened. When he wanted to go in, he couldn't get close to the painting anyway.

Song Yue looked at the masked man, who was still standing on the steps, with indifferent eyes. He was obviously guarding the painting, not letting anyone get close to him.

Song Yue gritted his teeth and sat down on the steps, waiting for Rong Shen to come out.

As a matter of fact, song Yue has no idea about Rong Shen's going. As far as he knows, the paintings by the painted ghosts are all the ghosts who can't be reincarnated. Even if Rong Shen enters the painting, he changes something hard and brings it out, it's just a ghost.

How to talk about saving people.

If you don't save people, this masked man needs a deep heart.

At this time, Rong Shen also enters the painting, only to find that Cheng Xiu follows. She and Cheng Xiu are both wearing armor and riding on their horses. Rong Shen looks at Cheng Xiu helplessly. Now is not the time to speak, so he doesn't ask much.

To change the content of the painting, she and Cheng Xiu were directly integrated into the painting, and became a person in the painting.

At this time, she and Cheng Xiu are riding under the city. As long as they wait for the general to speak, they will attack and take the capital immediately.

In the capital, in the cold palace where the sun is rarely seen all the year round, Shen Yuan is lying on the bed with her face on her side. The quilt under her is hard and gives off a musty smell. However, she seems to have been used to it for a long time. Her breath is weak and her lips are pale and dry.

The arm exposed from the thin tunic was no longer plump, dry and scarred.

After spending nearly two years in this cold palace, the princess Chang, who used to be amazing, is now as thin and withered as an old woman. Her Raven green hair has turned white in the day-to-day torture.

It's terrible.

There was a rush of footsteps outside the door. It was different from before. Before Shen Yuan was sober, a bodyguard broke in and walked out without saying a word, dragging her arm.

"You Where are you taking me? " Pulled out of the cold palace, the sun outside stabs, Shen Yuan feels the long lost warmth, but she is sober after squinting.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, her voice was as weak as a breath. If she didn't get close to her lips, she couldn't hear at all, and naturally no one could answer her.

it was only when she got out of the palace that Shen Yuan slowly realized that there was something wrong. Along the way, the palace people ran around, and the guards who used to patrol had disappeared. People were worried, like It was the same scene when she helped her younger brother ascend the throne.

When Shen Yuan was brought to the city wall, her conjecture was confirmed. At that moment, her heart was full of happiness. Shen Yuan grinned silently.