Above the Blood Throne, I saw a lazy figure holding his face with one hand as if he was resting. He was wearing an ancient black armor robe that reflected the cold light under the firelight of the altar. His face was covered by some mysterious power. Only
Revealing those eyes that were still shining like stars in the darkness.
Looking directly into the eyes of the "ancient king", Zhang Xiaohou's forehead was still covered with cold sweat even if there was no movement from the other party. He really didn't expect that an emperor who had been dead for thousands of years could bring him such a terrible sense of oppression.
.
It was as if the other party would stand up at any time and sentence himself, the trespasser, to death.
"Xiao Hou, I seem to have a feeling that the ancient king is awake!" Su Xiaoluo stood behind Zhang Xiaohou and tightly held the corners of his clothes, and whispered.
"Don't scare yourself!" Zhang Xiaohou smiled reluctantly and walked towards the Blood Throne.
At this moment, the being on the Blood Throne spoke. There was no joy or sorrow in his tone, and he couldn't even hear the voices of men and women. It was like a mosaic picture.
"You finally came……"
Zhang Xiaohou was suddenly startled, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest. How could it be possible that the ancient king had already awakened? So what was the point of him coming here?
When Zhang Xiaohou met the ancient king's eyes, he felt his soul trembling, his body trembling, and his breathing suffocating...
I don’t know how much time passed, whether it was a moment, or tens of thousands of years, before Zhang Xiaohou finally came out of that fear, and he also knew very well that it was not that he could ignore the oppression of the ancient king, but that the ancient king was against the weak.
It's just mercy...
"How could this happen, how could this happen... everything is over..."
Zhang Xiaohou fell to his knees on the ground, muttering incessantly, not knowing what to do. He thought about attacking the ancient king directly to arouse his anger and kill him, but he couldn't move at all, his body and even soul were all gone.
To stop him from attacking the ancient king.
"Brother Qin, Brother Fan, what on earth should I do?"
At the same time, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Su Xiaoluo's mouth behind Zhang Xiaohou. She quietly raised her hand and showed her hand blade. It was just hanging in front of Zhang Xiaohou's heart, as if it would straighten out in the next second.
Poke it in.
But Zhang Xiaohou was still immersed in despair and didn't notice anything.
Seeing this scene, Su Xiaoluo screamed crazily: "What are you going to do, stop it!"
However, no matter how much Su Xiaoluo screamed, Queen Jiuyou didn't reply at all, and the delicate-looking white hand blade kept approaching slowly.
"No!"
"Bah!"
The sound of flesh being torn apart was heard, and Zhang Xiaohou's body suddenly froze. He looked down in disbelief at the strange bloody hand that broke out of his chest.
Turning around stiffly, what caught his eye was Su Xiaoluo with a strange smile.
"Why, why~!"
Su Xiaoluo took out his hand and put it in front of his lips, stretched out his tongue and licked it gently.
"Why, what do you think?"
Zhang Xiaohou's consciousness gradually began to collapse. He held himself up at the last moment and watched Su Xiaoluo walk towards the Blood Throne step by step. Finally, he knelt down and said in a feverish tone: "King, I have finally waited for your return!"
Seeing this scene, Zhang Xiaohou understood. No wonder Su Xiaoluo still dared to stand up and step into the evil abyss even though her cultivation level was so low. I see, that's it, hahaha, but it's good, at least she won't die, so it's okay.
I feel sorry for Brother Qin, I feel sorry for Brother Fan, and I feel sorry for the millions of people in the ancient capital...
No, that's not Su Xiaoluo. He didn't believe that Su Xiaoluo would do such a thing. Although the two didn't get along for a long time, he was sure that Su Xiaoluo was definitely not that kind of person, especially when he stuck out his tongue and whispered.
The action of licking the tongue, the kind of charm radiating from the bones, can never be Su Xiaoluo...
Finally, all the sealed memories were revived.
"Ha~ha~ha! You are so lucky, kid, to have such an infatuated little girl who is willing to sacrifice everything for you!" 'Su Xiaoluo' said, covering her lips lightly.
…
Feeling that the atmosphere was almost brewing, Qin Shaoqing nodded gently to Jiuyou Queen. Alas, he was really worried about his little brother's future "happiness". Ahem, he would never say that in fact, he just wanted to watch.
The scene when Zhang Xiaohou experienced the Shura field.
Queen Jiuyou noticed Qin Shaoqing's instructions immediately, and immediately left Su Xiaoluo's body and stood in front of the Blood Throne.
"Xiao Hou, it's not me, it's really not me...I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, don't die, you can't die, I haven't told you that I like you, you can't die..."
Su Xiaoluo, who had regained control of his body, ran frantically to Zhang Xiaohou who was lying in a pool of blood, held him in his arms, hurriedly took out the healing potion from his pocket and poured it on the shocking wound on Zhang Xiaohou's chest.
Tears fell like rain on the wound.
Zhang Xiaohou licked his lips with great difficulty, as if he wanted to say something, but his voice was almost too soft to be heard.
Su Xiaoluo quickly lowered his ears.
"I know...it's not you! Don't...cry, but...laugh. If...if there is...an afterlife, I will definitely...not..." Zhang Xiaohou's voice became softer and softer, and finally disappeared completely.
Made a sound.
"No! Don't die, I don't want you to die, no!" Su Xiaoluo's mournful cries echoed on the altar.
"Why, why, why did you kill Xiaohou!" Su Xiaoluo stared at Queen Jiuyou with great anger, her anger even overshadowed her fear, and she roared towards Queen Jiuyou like a shrew.
"I want you to die!"
When approaching Jiuyou Queen at a certain distance, Su Xiaoluo suddenly sprayed a burst of poisonous mist towards Jiuyou Queen and Qin Shaoqing. Unfortunately, before the poisonous mist got close, he was smiled by an invisible force.
Xiao Hou, I don’t want to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but I want to die in the same year, the same month and the same day!
Su Xiaoluo slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come!
The result was a bullet to the forehead.
"Hahaha~! Little sister, you have already sold your life to me. I don't want you to die, but you can't die!"
After hearing these words, Su Xiaoluo immediately wanted to commit suicide, but found that he was imprisoned by some kind of force and could not move at all.
"Why did you kill him, why!"
"I did promise you to save him, but I never promised you not to kill him!" Queen Jiuyou chuckled and replied, looking like an abyss demon to Su Xiaoluo. "And, in the final analysis, you are still too much.
Because you are weak, if you are strong enough, you will not be controlled by me, and you will not have to watch your little man die in front of you!"
"You are shameless~!"
"Thanks for the compliment!"
"Queen of Nine Netherworlds!" At this moment, the chaotic voice without joy or sorrow sounded again.
"King!" Queen Jiuyou immediately calmed her expression and stood aside.