Devil’s Son-in-Law

The night is coming, and the crooked moon like the hook reveals clues in the sky.

Jerodisha, the palace hall.

"According to Faures' previous report, Arthur should have arrived now." Rex the Great looked at the Guard Captain Ulse in front of him. "Why haven't you seen him yet?"

"General Fargos went to the Dragon Cavalry Corps," Urse replied. "His Royal Arthur has indeed entered the palace. But... he went to the Aster Palace."

"Aster Palace?" Rex's brow wrinkled, revealing a strange color.

Not to mention Rex the Great, even if Ulser himself felt incredible - from the information that Faures sent in advance, the "Arthur" emperor ordered Samuel to kill the emperor in the Jin Yao territory. The highest commander of Trinity. Although Trinity was killed by the Dragon Valley's elder Stanwell, and Samuel and Trinity were fair duels, the real "line" of the whole incident was clear, which was the opportunity of Arthur's emperor. Some kind of signal sent by the emperor.

The nature of this incident is extraordinary. Today, the "Arthur" emperor only follows Fagris to enter the Imperial Capital. It should be to explain and explain to Rex.

However, the third Highness did not directly meet Rex the Great, but left the armpit to the side, and went to the Ziyuan Palace to see "the old good"!

This "good old man" has a name, that is, the uncle's wife of His Royal Highness!

"Your Majesty," Urse asked tentatively. "After entering the Ziyuan Palace, His Royal Highness seems to have opened some kind of shielded props. Outsiders can't perceive the movements inside. Do you want me to take people to the Shion Palace..."

"No!" Rex the Great immediately shook his head. "Don't get close to the Aster Palace. I want to see what he can do."

"Yes." Urse was puzzled. But without asking, I immediately stepped back.

The Aster Palace, the soft moonlight drags the two shadows in the garden long.

Veronica licked the golden brown hair and filled his cup: "This is the tea I made according to your method. I don't know how?"

"It tastes good." Chen Rui made a product and smiled: "But to be honest, it is inevitable that there is some gap with Inibi, and the teacher has to work hard."

"Iny is not only beautiful and smart, but also ingenious. How can the teacher compare with her." Veronica shook her head, revealing the color of sadness. "Unfortunately, Lola..."

"Rola did not die, but was seriously injured and went to a place to recuperate." Chen Rui said in a mysterious way: "This is a secret, please keep the teacher confidential."

"That's good." Veronica sighed with relief: "Reassured, I am not a mouthful..."

"But the danger I encountered this time was real and almost killed." Chen Rui shrugged. "Does the teacher not comfort me?"

Veronica looked at him and suddenly sighed: "I don't know how to comfort you. Perhaps the most comforting thing is the Princess Rambis. I remember. When she was in college, it was a very Simple, cute girl. Why do you hurt her like this?"

"I don't want to hurt her. This is... her own request," Chen Rui pointed to his own heart: "I just met his meeting. Use this opportunity to put the words "Little Arthur" at the wedding. Say it to everyone."

"You mean that Rambs herself..." Veronica was taken aback. He ignored the words behind him intentionally or unintentionally.

"People will change," Chen Rui greeted her eyes. "It's like you and me."

Veronica’s blue dragonfly was covered with a touch of smoke: "Yes, we have all changed."

“Environment... especially time can change people. But no matter how the environment changes, something should not be changed. What do you think, teacher?”

"I don't know..." Veronica gently removed her gaze. "I only know that some things, if they have changed, can't go back."

“First, we should be sure whether it has really changed.”

Chen Rui finished the cup of tea, but Veronica did not give him another, put down the teapot: "Why are you so late today to see me?"

"Suddenly I really want to see the teacher, I will come, and I will go to see the majesty."

"'By the way, see your majesty?'" Veronica gently covered the veil and smiled: "You have to face you, look at me by the way. Don't go to the hall, it's not too late, don't let Your Majesty is waiting for a long time."

"Teacher, you are wrong. I came to see you specially. As for kneeling there, it is really just 'by the way'." Chen Rui's tone is very sincere. "But then, after this time, I don't know if I can see it again." Teacher."

Veronica was shocked: "Why would you say this?"

"The great emperor is more and more wary of me, and constantly exerts various means to limit me. This time I couldn't bear it. I pulled out a piece of his **** under the Jin Yao territory and gave him a reason to play it. If you are not lucky... I may never see the teacher again."

"How can he do this?" Veronica said: "In any case, you are the father and son, you were his most beloved son..."

"What about the most beloved son? For the throne, for the sake of power, the hands and feet are broken, the father and the son are against each other, and the historical examples are innumerable. It’s a pity..." Chen Rui looked a little stunned, not for "Chen Rui". It is "Arthur."

"Unfortunately, my Majesty does not know, what does Arthur want?" Veronica sighed. "You have changed a lot, but I can see that you are not obsessed with what you are holding." ”

Chen Rui brows slightly raised: "Teacher, do you know what I want?"

"Maybe it's just this cup of tea, a quiet yard, a person who can put down all the masks and baggage to talk." Veronica's blue dragonfly is a touch of gentleness, "just like the little Arthur of that time..."

"It seems that I really have a lot of things that haven't changed." Chen Rui said in a pun: "'Little Arthur' or 'Arthur', there are always things in common. Some coincidences, maybe more than It’s an accident. In short, I am very happy to have such a cup of tea. A quiet yard, and one..."

"Well, little Arthur," Veronica interrupted what he was going to say. "Open your heart and talk to your Majesty. He is the father who loves you the most. If you understand your ambition, he won't." It’s hard for you."

"No, it's not yet time." Chen Rui looked at Veronica deeply. "Since the teacher opened my heart, why did I lock the door in my heart tightly?"

"You really should go!" Veronica avoided this problem, and seemed to have made some determination. "This is the last time we met, I will not see you again, you should not come to me again, we, After all, they are two worlds."

At this time, in another place...or another world.

The Imperial Tombs of the Kingdom of Mia. The underground world.

This is an altar, although it is only three stories high, but there is a majestic momentum, however. It gives people a sense of sensation and horror, because it is surrounded by a tower of high-rise towers and a corpse road, which is filled with the entire underground world. I don't know how many lives have been sacrificed to complete this piece of architecture that can be called "miracle" and also called "human hell."

On the altar. It is two mysterious people wearing crimson cloaks and masks, Kurchi and Roths. These two names must be a pseudonym, but that kind of costume is an uncompromising identity representative - the archbishop of the Black Death.

In addition to the two major bishops, there are several regional archbishops and principals, as well as the church's strongest military representatives and destruction messengers.

The ruin of the messenger is the ambassador of the Great Destruction. There are only two, the strength is the level of the half god, and the ordinary destroyer has six, the lowest is the beginning of the country, which contains the one that is the strongest destroyer. Shura.

This is a hundred-year-old main sacrifice. Except for the pope who only knows his name, almost all the elites of the mysterious church are concentrated here.

Compared with the unfinished "fear" main altar of Jinhuidi Palace, this "hate" main altar is quite complete. From the outside, history should be quite long.

The main sacrifices are the core of the Black Death. These people must also pass through the layers of checks and the most reliable beliefs when they enter. Those who do not have true destruction will simply not pass.

Because of the lessons of the destruction of the main altar of the "Fear" of Jinhuidi Palace, the more powerful "hate" main altar once again strengthened the defense. The periphery is a powerful mind that condenses countless resentments. These are the most elite destroyers, plus It is quite difficult to accept the power of the bones of the "hate" beliefs and the main altar itself. Even if it is a pseudo-god-level powerhouse, it is quite difficult to break through the defense and forcibly break into it.

However, often a strong fortress is always broken from the inside. The so-called belief test is not foolproof. For Shura, which is itself "destructive", it is only necessary to use the instinctual will to easily pass the kind of "destruction." The test of faith, especially the incomparable destruction of the atmosphere, is also regarded as one of the most likely candidates to be favored by the lord in this "God of God" sacrifice.

The sacrifice began, and the essence of countless blood and life refining was put into the altar. After completing a series of complicated rituals, all the bone towers shined with a strong ruin, and countless blood lingers in the tower, a stock mixed with faith. The special source of power came to the central altar of the Lord.

About half an hour later, the blood of the bones of Tallinn gradually became thinner, and the whole dark red main altar became bright red. The space in the center of a concave crater began to distort, and a swirling entrance appeared. Come.

Under the influence of this blood red glow, those essences that have been invested condense into a blood-red bead, revealing a black electric awn.

Shura, who was guarding the altar, saw the **** bead, and the strange light appeared in his eyes, and a familiar name rose to his heart.

"Blood beads!" Kurchi showed the color of surprise, and looked at Roeths. It seems that the power of the Lord’s coming is far better than the past, just before the advent of the breath, it has become a What was originally needed for countless life sacrifices is equivalent to the powerful treasures of artifacts.

The blood in the bones of Tallinn became more and more bleak, and the power of the essence was concentrated on the main altar, and its own power began to drop drastically.

The main altar trembled, and the **** red vortex in the center turned into a beam of light, rising to the top of the underground world, and the **** light radiated with a powerful destruction.

The nearby Black Deaths clearly felt the power of the "spirit" and showed their fanatic eyes.

Longhuang Imperial Palace, Ziyuan Palace.

Veronica seems to have sensed something and the body is shocked.

"Teacher~www.readwn.com~ What happened to you?" Chen Rui asked with concern.

"I'm fine," Veronica's voice faintly stunned: "Let's go, leave here far and leave the Dragon Empire!"

"Good! Veronica," Chen Rui did not call the 'teacher' again this time, stood up, "Let me take you with you, leave here, go to a new place, start living again. Whether you want In what capacity, sister, teacher or other... If you are tired of my company, you can also choose absolute freedom. This is the last and biggest wish of 'Little Arthur'."

Looking at the sincere eyes, Veronica's hand began to tremble slightly, seemingly desperately suppressing something. (To be continued.)

Ps: I have been writing since I came back. This chapter is 3500, and today it is 7000. I have worked for a long time, and I am really tired. Everyone, a minute or a few minutes or even a spike, I have to write for a long time.

This chapter thanked the book friends for their rewards. Everyone saw it. It was very late today. I have to conceive the plot behind me. It is estimated that I will sleep at 2 o'clock at the earliest. I don't know if there is still time to add more tomorrow. If it is too late, I will push it back and do my best. Character guarantee, absolutely no pigeons.