The gate of the Golden Palace seemed to be slowly pulled back by a pair of invisible hands, and gradually opened in front of everyone.
Jiang Nai held the wet bouquet of small yellow flowers in one hand, which felt very hot, and her little face was still a little confused.
He raised his eyes and met the gazes of everyone, then closed his mouth in silence.
Just... I don’t know what to say.
Obviously this palace has nothing to do with Nai, but in the eyes of others, it seems to be inextricably linked...
"Xiaonai, the door is open!" Xiaopang couldn't hide his excitement and rushed to her side.
But they saw the golden soldier suddenly pull out the iron sword from his waist, his movements were very smooth, and everyone was shocked.
Wen Ye and others cursed secretly, feeling bad in their hearts.
Xiaopang exclaimed, "Damn it, Xi Zhuo, I got it right with that crow mouth of yours!"
Is this sculpture really alive?
Up and down the steps, the stone sculptures that had been standing still all moved forward an inch in unison, and began to rumble.
Jiang Nai picked up the little fat man by the back collar, dragged the guy who kept shouting, and ran directly to the gate of the Golden Palace, "Let's go!"
What are these idiots doing in a daze?
If you don't leave at this time, are you waiting to be swiped?
Wen Ye dragged Ning Feng, and the two of them ran into the hall first, following Jiang Nai. The rest of the people also ran quickly, following closely in twos and threes.
After everyone rushed into the hall, they heard a "rumbling" sound behind them.
Without looking, the gate of the Golden Palace closed quietly.
A light yellow stream of light suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, dancing and lighting up the lampstand in front of the screen wall.
I saw that the originally dark hall was lit up inch by inch under the undulating bright yellow palace lanterns.
It's like a withered yellow scroll, quietly injected with a trace of flowing vitality.
The corridor and ancient steps that were built thousands of years ago slowly float before your eyes.
The morning bell rang, and a string of palace people walked through the corridor. The floating light seemed to pull people into a chaotic time and space.
"Oh my God." Xi Zhuo murmured to himself.
The moving scenes in front of them seem real and illusory, and they can't help but catch everyone's eyes.
The feeling of being immersed in it is so real.
Xi Zhuo stretched out his hand and could almost touch the little face of the punished palace maid.
Jiang Nai stood there blankly, clenching his hands involuntarily.
In her ears, the sound of chasing and playing came from far away, and she saw Yuhe, whose small figure fluttered at the colorful butterflies and ran back and forth in the imperial garden.
In the blink of an eye, Yu He shouted "Sister" with blood on his face and committed suicide in front of the battle.
She could only watch her fragile and broken body falling from the high tower, falling, falling, falling...
The popularity in Jiang Nai's eyes faded until nothing could be seen.
Di Qing noticed something, and when he looked around, his pupils suddenly shrank, "Get out of the way!"
He rushed over and pulled Xiaopang away.
At the same time, Jiang Nai raised his knife, and a flash of white light passed through the top of the little fat head, directly cutting off a bunch of hair.
Xi Zhuo turned his head and looked, dumbfounded.
"Everyone deserves to die!" Jiang Nai held the hidden knife in his hand and suddenly rushed towards Leng Qiuhan who was closest to him.
"Get out of the way!" Di Qing shouted sternly.
Leng Qiuhan subconsciously ducked to the side to avoid Jiang Nai's fierce attack.
"What, what's wrong? Xiao, Xiao Nai!!" Xiaopang exclaimed, feeling his heart beating like a drum.