Crossing, strategy, picking up morals

× Imagine 131 × Chaos

The man who came in was an eight-foot-tall man with a full beard, and the muscles of his whole body stretched the armor covering his body tightly. Looking over with a pair of eagle eyes, it made people feel a battle-tested killing spirit.

Chu Qinghuang, "..."

Yu Chunong saw that Chu Qinghuang's expression was not right, and asked in a low voice, "Eighth Prince, what's wrong?"

It took Chu Qinghuang a long time to squeeze out two words from his throat, "It's nothing."

Yu Chunong was still a little worried, and kept looking down at him for a few times.

The man walked to the center of the hall, knelt down and saluted, "Master, please see my emperor in case of waiting, long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live!"

The sound was like a bell, spreading throughout the hall.

"Eighth Prince—" Seeing that Chu Qinghuang's whole body was tense, Yu Chunong couldn't help but let out another cry.

Chu Qinghuang took the plate away from the back of her hand, "...it's all right."

"You don't need to be polite, General Wanqi." Lord Beizhao raised his hand, "Give me a seat—"

The two attendants behind him moved a high chair and placed it in the third position from the emperor's left hand. Wan Chenghou thanked him and sat down.

When the song and dance resumed, Chu Qinghuang's eyes were fixed on Wan Tanhou's body, the gaze was so undisguised, that Wan Tanhou had senses and raised his eyes to look over.Seeing Chu Qinghuang in the opposite corner, she raised her eyebrows and laughed.

Chu Qinghuang's heart trembled, and she quickly lowered her head.

But Wan Tanhou stared straight at Chu Qinghuang, and Yu Chunong, who was standing behind Chu Qinghuang, also felt this presumptuous gaze and stared at him.

However, Yu Chunong was born white and cute, and this glance did not have too much deterrent effect, but it made Wan Tanhou look at Yu Chunong a few more times.

Chu Qinghuang only felt that now she had the urge to throw things, and she wanted to resign but suffered from having no excuses, so she felt a little restless.

After dancing, Wan Chenghou, who stared at Chu Qinghuang for a long time, suddenly stood up and saluted, "Your Majesty, I will offer you something at the end."

King Bei Zhao showed some interest just now, and then he clapped his palms together.Twenty guards in armor walked in carrying a square iron cage.

The iron cage was quite spacious, with black iron chains hanging down from the iron cage, each section had an iron ring welded to the four corners of the iron cage.The other end of the black iron chain bound the necks of four middle-aged men. Their limbs were clasped on the iron railing, their green eyes were like wolves, and they roared like beasts at the four guests.The imperial guards put the iron cage in the center of the hall and opened the iron gate. The four men rushed out, but the iron chains of limited length would pull them back like a dog.

And in the middle of the iron cage, lay a white-haired man, with a white fox fur with sleeves rolled over his shoulders, and a sturdy white wolf lying beside him, flicking its tail.The man was sleeping peacefully, half of his face was hidden under the white hair, only the scarlet phoenix tail hooked on the corner of his forehead could be clearly seen.

"This is?" King Bei Zhao looked at Wan Qihou.

Wan Tenghou raised his head, a little proud, "They are the tomb guards from the country of Li. It is said that they guard the secret method of longevity, and it took a lot of effort to capture them in the end."

Those words are tricky and flattering, which king doesn't want to live forever and enjoy the prosperity of this world?King Beizhao had obviously heard about the secret of longevity in Liguo, so he was naturally happy to see Wan Qihou handing it over.Immediately stood up from his seat, "General Wanqi is worthy of being our general of Beizhao. Come, I want to draw up an imperial decree to make General Wanqi the second-rank auxiliary state!"

Wan Chenghou thanked him and was about to retreat when the white wolf in the cage suddenly let out a roar.The man lying on the white wolf's red eyes was half-sleeping, and he sat up with one hand propped up.

The four men who were strangled by iron chains suddenly crouched down, as devout as if they saw gods.

The white wolf stood up flicking its tail, and the man lying on top of it also stood up.

The waist-length white hair hangs down, like the snow-capped mountain gods depicted in countless myths and biographies.

He seemed to have just woken up from an ancient long sleep, and there was still a bit of mist in his eyes.

Wan Tanhou just took a step back after being swept by his gaze.

The man's gaze seemed to be fixed on him, he sniffled his nose, and then showed a bloody, hunting expression, but the appearance of smiling was too contrary to his ice and snow appearance, full of evil spirit.

Sudden accident!

Clang.The Hidden Blade slipped and turned into a streamer!

Before everyone could see clearly, the head of Wan Chenghou who was standing at the exit of the cage flew into the sky, and scarlet blood splashed all over the man.

And he seemed to enjoy this taste very much, his mouth became more and more cracked.Then he moved again, this time pointing his sword directly at King Bei Zhao on the throne.

The shadow guard who reacted first blocked his attack, but because the action was too fast, the shadow guard hadn't even pulled out his knife, but blocked the man's attack again and again with the scabbard.

No one expected that it would develop like this. The two shadow guards wanted to escort King Beizhao to leave the banquet, but the man's eyes flashed suddenly, and he swung himself away from the shadow guard who was blocking him, and the sword light went straight into it. A shadow guard drew his sword from his chest, and warm blood spattered King Bei Zhao's face.King Bei Zhao wanted to get up, but suddenly fell back on the imperial chair.The other shadow guard quickly turned around to block it, the man's sword was pressed against his scabbard, sparks were scattered everywhere.

The officials were already sitting in a mess, shouting "Escort—— Escort—" everywhere.

The guard with the knife rushed in, and the man seemed to have no scruples about how to get out, swinging the sword again and again, his eyes were full of sharp sword light.

The three shadow guards blocking the way have all fallen to the ground.

King Beizhao backed away in a hurry, pointed at the approaching man with a trembling hand, "You... who are you? Why did you kill me?"

The man tilted his head, as if he was also thinking about this question.

But he didn't answer, just walked over step by step with the blood-stained sword in hand.

"Don't kill me! I'll give you whatever you want!" King Bei Zhao's collar had already been grabbed by the man, and blood from the sword slowly slid onto his face.Seeing that the other party had no intention of compromising, King Bei Zhao turned his head and screamed at the guards below him, "Escort—— Escort!"

That was the guard rushing up with a knife in his hand. The man took King Beizhao's lapel and flicked it lightly, and he jumped out of the hall.The guard hula followed out at once.

But Chu Feng came to Chu Qinghuang first, said to Yu Chunong, "Take Qinghuang back", and then chased him out.

The younger princes had already been taken out of the banquet by their mothers, and only a few princes who were powerful in the government and the opposition chased them out.

Yu Chunong wanted to leave with Chu Qinghuang, but Chu Qinghuang pressed his hand, got up and walked to the dead Wan Chenghou.

Wan Chenghou's head rolled ten steps away from his body, his eyes were still wide open, as if he couldn't believe that he would die here.

"The eighth prince!" Yu Chunong looked at Chu Qinghuang squatting down to look at the half of his body, his face turned pale with fright.

Chu Qinghuang reached out to wipe the body, and then stood up as if relieved.

Yu Chunong didn't dare to look at these things, but she still ran over, not caring about her dignity, she reached out and grabbed Chu Qinghuang's sleeve, "Eighth Prince, go back with your servant!"

This time Chu Qinghuang just nodded and followed him to leave the hall.

When the two of them retreated outside the palace, the bloody man in white had already grabbed the pale King Beizhao and stood on the roof of the palace, while countless guards stood guard below with knives.

Yu Chunong only felt that the man was extremely dangerous, and did not dare to let Chu Qinghuang stay longer, dragging Chu Qinghuang back to Qifeng Palace.But Chu Qinghuang looked at the man on the roof of the palace several times.

"If you get any closer, I'll kill him." The man said suddenly.

His voice was clearly still that of a teenager, but because of his full head of gorgeous hair, people couldn't tell his age.

King Bei Zhao waved his arms and shouted, "Everyone back down! Everyone back down!"

Immediately, a few black figures stood up on the empty palace roof. They looked at the man who was holding King Bei Zhao hostage, and took a step back slowly.

The long sword touched King Bei Zhao's neck, and the man turned to look at him, his crimson eyes seemed to be shining in the darkness.

"Where's the song?" the man asked.

"What, what?" King Bei Zhao didn't hear clearly.

The man slowly approached him, with sharp teeth showing from his split red lips, "National Teacher, Qu Shang."

King Bei Zhao still looked dazed.

"Open your mouth," the man said.

King Bei Zhao didn't dare to disobey, but just opened his mouth and the cold sword was inserted into his mouth.He was so scared that he almost sat on the ground.

"I'm looking for Qu Shang, do you know him?" He held the hilt of the sword and turned it, the sound of the blade colliding against the teeth made the hairs stand on end.

The man had a repressed madness on his face.

King Beizhao, who was no longer as ambitious as he was when he was young, was sweating coldly on his forehead, and dared not respond.

Chu Qinghuang paused.

Yu Chunong looked at Chu Qinghuang and stopped suddenly, and was about to ask something, but Chu Qinghuang suddenly shook off his hand and ran back.

Yu Chunong chased after her anxiously, "The eighth prince——"

Chu Qinghuang turned her head, "Nonger, go back first!"

Yu Chu Nongdao wanted to persuade him again, but Chu Qinghuang had already turned his head away.

Chu Feng, who was standing among a group of guards over there, was shocked when he saw Chu Qinghuang walking through a group of guards, but he saw that Chu Qinghuang had entered the already empty palace. He was about to take a closer look, the second prince But suddenly he called "Emperor Brother" beside him to make him turn around.

Here, when Chu Qinghuang entered the palace, the four savages locked in the cage yelled at him.

Chu Qinghuang was startled, and there was no one around, so she suddenly shouted, "What is it called!"

However, his words did not have any suppressive effect, and those four people screamed even more fiercely.

Chu Qinghuang ignored them, but stretched out her hand and said inexplicably, "Give me the equipment!"

As soon as the words fell, the black hair on his head changed color, like the first snow scattered all over his body, and his white clothes seemed to have stretched a lot.

"I want a mask, motherfucker, don't you want to transform!"

A half mask appeared in Chu Qinghuang's hand.

Chu Qinghuang, "..."

Buckle the half-section mask on your face, move your feet, and the whole person disappears into the hall...

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the silver frost is everywhere, shining on the pair of white shadows on the roof of the palace.

The man who had already pinched King Bei Zhao's neck and was about to insert the sword in suddenly paused, then turned his head slowly.

Everyone looked up at the scene on the roof of the palace.

The man who appeared out of thin air on the roof of the palace was dressed in the same clothes as the man who woke up from the iron cage. They were all dressed in snow-white clothes, and their untied silver hair danced in the wind. When the moonlight shone, they looked like immortals in the moon palace. .

The only difference is probably the eyes of the two.

The man wearing a half mask even had silver eyes, while the other had crimson eyes.

Out of the dust is like a banished fairy, mysterious but powerful.

The man let go of King Bei Zhao from his hand, allowing him to fall to his feet, looking at the man opposite, his eyes burst with joy.Slowly raised his foot and took a step forward, and then yelled out as if he was afraid of disturbing something, "Master——"

His expression was so joyful, as if he had met a lost and recovered rare treasure.Unbelievably devout.

The author has something to say: ...Where did my brain hole go? Damn...