The Invisible Empire of Daqin

　　Mrs. Pearl smiled proudly and said, "What are you going to do with 393?"

　　Ok? !

　　Kong Nianzhi touched his chin, thought about it, and said, "How about making a ghost in this palace? Han Wangan came back to find his favorite wife, and then continued the relationship."

　　"...haunted."

　　Mrs. Pearl didn't know what to say about Kong Nianzhi's idea, or that he was insane.

　　But Mrs. Pearl is willing to give it a try, because she also thinks the idea is really... more interesting!

　　Suddenly, the black nightmare in Mrs. Pearl's hand surged, cruising in the direction of the palace gate...

　　......

　　It was a little cool in the autumn night, but tonight it was extraordinarily cold, as if this was not the beginning of autumn, but... entered the twelfth lunar month of winter.

　　Outside the palace, these dozens of maids and the Imperial Army were meticulously guarding Mrs. Pearl's palace without any slack. Heartfelt....

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　　"..."

　　hiss.

　　One of the forbidden soldiers shuddered, looked around suspiciously and asked, "Did you hear anything?"

　　"..."

　　"No, you are... sleepy."

　　"You guy, if you want to be lazy, just say it."

　　"But don't you feel it, is it really cold today?"

　　did not hear?

　　impossible.

　　The Imperial Army frowned, and listened carefully again, only to hear the sound of footsteps that seemed to be absent, and a dark figure in the distance was swaying toward the direction of Mrs. Pearl's bedroom.

　　"Hey, I have a voice, I didn't lie to you, there is someone there, look at it!" The Imperial Guard's expression froze, and he stretched out his hand to point to the figure walking in the dark.

　　Everyone looked at them intently, and sure enough, they found a person in the distance, walking slowly but firmly in the direction of everyone, murmuring vague words in their mouths.

　　"..."

　　"Stop! Who is it? Do you know where this is? This is Madam Pearl's bedroom, not a place for you to come, hurry up!"

　　hum!

　　The forbidden army pulled out the bronze long sword in his hand and walked towards the black figure, but he didn't take a few steps, but he seemed to see something terrifying. on the ground.

　　"...Big...King~〃!"

　　Everyone was startled by the performance of the forbidden army, and just wanted to step forward, but the black figure gradually became clear under the illumination of the lights.

　　Tick ​​tock!

　　Tick ​​tock!

　　He was wearing a dragon robe that was completely soaked in blood. The black pupils and pupils were completely absent in the two eyes. Instead, they were white snake pupils, which bulged outwards and were covered with a fine network of bloodshots.

　　The cyan tongue sticks out to a position that is completely impossible for a normal person to reach. The scorpion is also dark purple. There are ten centimeters of blood-colored nails on the ten fingers. Constantly on the ground, leaving a blood-red footprint.

　　"...Ghost...Ghost!"

　　"...The king is back, the king is back!"

　　"...The king is back, the king is back!"

　　Red, all red blood, where is this outside the palace of Mrs. Pearl, this is clearly the Asura Hell!

　　Above the sky, outside the empty hall, whether it is the bluestone brick floor or everything in all directions, there is a thick layer of blood, and the pungent bloody smell constantly rushes into everyone's nose.

　　tread!

　　Looking at Han Wangan who was standing at the door outside the hall, all the maids and the Imperial Army tried to escape, but found that all of them seemed to have lost all their strength, and fell to the ground feebly. A skinless arm gripped them firmly on the ground.

　　Woo!

　　The biting yin wind howled and roared, and the door of Mrs. Pearl's bedroom slammed open by herself.

　　"...Beauty, widowed beauty, widowhood has come to pick you up..."

　　The hoarse voice came from Han Wangan's mouth. In the eyes of everyone, Han Wangan staggered into the bedroom.

　　After a while, the bloody hands on everyone disappeared, the thick blood around them quickly subsided, and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, returning to the original quiet and peaceful appearance again, everything seemed to be a dream...

　　But the maid and the guards knew that this was not a dream. A guard near the gate of the palace paused for a while, stood up tremblingly, and walked slowly towards the open door, only to see the interior of the palace empty. No one, not only Han Wangan disappeared, Mrs. Pearl... also disappeared.

　　".'Damn!"

　　"The king is back!"

　　"The ghost of the king took Mrs. Pearl away..."

　　Tsk tsk tsk, these poor children.

　　Looking at the maid and the imperial guards who were fleeing like headless flies, Kong Nianzhi laughed and asked curiously, "What did you show them that scared them like this."

　　Above the eaves, Mrs. Pearl was quietly snuggling in Kong Nianzhi's arms. When she heard Kong Nianzhi's words, she immediately jokingly said, "Why, do you want to see it too?"

　　What the hell?I only see these things when my brain is sick.

　　Kong Nianzhi shook his head and refused, "Don't, don't, don't."

　　(King's) Don't even think about it, what they saw is definitely not something beautiful. Kong Nianzhi guessed that it was either like Gaya or Sadako. For Kong Nianzhi, the ancestor of the Quincy Exterminator, it is a one-trick-second thing, but there is no way to avoid the attribute of disgust.

　　Looking at the big white rabbit in his arms, and the familiar body that could no longer be familiar, Kong Nianzhi, who had already enjoyed this body many times, suddenly sank a little: "I'm not interested in these things, I'm interested in it now. Are you interested, find a place where we can have a good chat about which posture is more comfortable?"

　　PS: Everyday I ask for a reward for the monthly pass evaluation of flowers. My friend has four days to get married, so I'm so nervous.

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　　The dark night shrouded the entire land of China.

　　At the same time, the house of the Fourth Young Master of South Korea, which is close at hand, is still brightly lit.

　　Swish!

　　The sound of the wind whistling suddenly sounded in the room, and the candlelight suddenly began to flicker.

　　Wearing a white robe and wearing a crown of gold and jade, the fourth young master sat quietly in the first place, his right hand rested on the armrest to prop up his chin, and the index finger and middle finger of his left hand tapped lightly on the armrest on the left from time to time, as if in the Waiting for something, there is a noble and powerful temperament all over his body.

　　tread!

　　A figure in a blue suit suddenly appeared in the room, knelt down on one knee and respectfully said to Han Yu, "Father, I'm back."

　　"...Um."

　　Han Yu responded lightly, and the light flashed in his eyes. That elegant gesture was like an emperor examining his own courtiers. Looking at Han Qiancheng, who was silent in front of him, Han Yu's expression moved slightly: "Didn't find anything?"

　　"..."

　　Gudong.

　　He secretly swallowed his saliva, and Han Qiancheng's head suddenly lowered even lower: "...Yes, Qiancheng...failed, and there was no chance to get close to King Han's body, so I couldn't check King Han's body. specific cause of death."

　　boom!

　　Han Qiancheng squatted heavily on the ground, and shouted with some self-pity, "It's useless for Qiancheng. If Qiancheng could successfully assassinate King Han before and draw up a will, then now the adoptive father..."

　　Han Yu has a great kindness to himself, like reborn parents, but he even has the task of adoptive father...

　　Hey.

　　Looking at Han Qiancheng who was in a depressed mood, Han Yu raised a slight arc, and said with a hint of bitterness in his voice: "Qiancheng doesn't have to blame himself, it can't be blamed on you."

　　"I just didn't expect that someone would take action on our father before us, completely disrupting our plans. Who would it be?"

　　"Foster father, could it be... bloody clothes? He and King Han have had some unpleasant quarrels recently. This is all..."

　　"Do not."

　　Han Yu stretched out his hand to interrupt Han Qiancheng's words, and said in a very positive tone, "It's definitely not a bloody robe."

　　A hint of doubt flashed in Han Qiancheng's eyes, and he asked inexplicably, "Why is the adoptive father so sure?"

　　Han Yu snorted coldly and said with a smile: "Xueyihou is not such an unwise person. Since everyone knows that he has had an unpleasant quarrel with his father, Xueyihou will not make a move to make himself suspect."

　　"Also, the father is weak by nature and is a puppet that is easy to control. Why did Xue Yihou kill his own puppet?"

　　"Father means..."

　　snort!

　　snort!

　　Han Yu's eyes suddenly darkened: "The more impossible it is, the more suspicious it is. My ninth brother has to be guarded. He holds [-] military power in his hands, which is also a great way for me to reach the top. enemy."

　　"Even the weaker prince, could it be that he (bafh) committed this rebellious act of murdering the king and killing his father."

　　Looking at Han Yu's cautious look, Han Qiancheng frowned and said, "Prince is so weak, he couldn't possibly have done it, right?"

　　"Qiancheng, you are wrong." Han Yu sneered: "No matter how weak a person is, if there is something that attracts his interest or temptation, it is enough to make him have the courage to do something he dare not do at all. matter."

　　tread!

　　Han Yu stood up, walked to Han Qiancheng's side and supported him, looking directly into his eyes: "Qiancheng, I'll give you another task."

　　"Foster father, please say, Qiancheng...you will die."

　　"I want you to kill the prince." A hideous smile suddenly appeared on the face with his back to the lights.

　　"..."

　　"If you miss and get caught..."

　　A flash of clarity flashed in Han Qiancheng's eyes: "I did this alone, and I have nothing to do with anyone else!"