In Zifeng City, a large number of subjects fled out of the city in panic.
In midsummer, the white peony blossoms are blooming, and the city is full of highlights, like a snow scene in the prosperous era.
In the early July, the charming red lotus bloomed, and the pool was filled with strange fragrance, red like weeping blood.
The interlaced white and red enveloped the entire Zifeng City, which was strange and charming.
Whether it was civilians or nobles, they fled from Zifeng City in fear.
Four days later, Jing Ao and others finally arrived at the border town of Zifeng City.
"What's going on?" Qinglan was incredible. In just half a month, Zifeng City almost became a deserted city.
It was a bleak scene, and the only thing that was left was the white peach blossoms, all of which were swelling, flourishing to the extreme and beautiful to the point of being confused.
Nangong Chen and others were also shocked, with a heavy expression, and a faint premonition.
"What happened in the city?" Jing Ao stopped a civilian man and asked.
The man looked at Jing Ao vigilantly. Seeing these people being very imposing, he was so scared that he begged for mercy: "Give up your life, little ones, little ones, please spare the little ones."
"I won't kill innocent people indiscriminately. What happened? Why did you leave Zifeng City?" Jing Ao became more and more worried, and his tone of questioning became a little tougher.
"Everyone escaped, and the young one could only escape. I heard that the saplings had never been so strange. The palace caught fire and many people died. Even His Highness Fei Li died in that fire. The fire has been going on.
Immortal, it has been burned for three days, and it cannot be destroyed. I heard that the demon sound was heard. The wizard predicted that the disaster in Zifeng City would come, saying that it was a bad thing to Li's soul..."
Hearing this, Jing Ao and others were struck by lightning, unable to believe what they heard. The palace caught fire and His Highness Fei Li died...
"The little one is just hearing, please spare the villain's life." Seeing that the few people ignored him, the man ran away immediately and continued to run away.
Jiuge's expression froze. Although he knew it was too late, he still came here without giving up.
Feng Feili almost died at his hands many times. But at this moment, he didn't want Feng Feili to die, nor could he imagine Feng Feili's death.
Feng Feili was killed by his Helian clan, which was equivalent to killing Feng Feili. He could not imagine what Qiongying would do if he knew about it.
Jing Ao and Jing Hao's faces were bloodless, and their hearts were cold. They and Feng Feili were not only classmates and friends, but also friends of life and death.
"Squeak squeak!" The kitten woke up, his eyes no longer had the usual sleepiness, but a frost and sadness. His body suddenly fell to the ground and headed into the city as fast as lightning.
Jing Ao and others immediately caught up with the kitten and headed towards the palace regardless of everything.
The white behind-the-scenes came to me, like a snow-colored funeral, sadness caused disaster.
"What will happen when the master finds out?" Wu Xin murmured to himself, sad and bored between his eyebrows to push away the behind-the-scenes flying in.
He looked up at the gloomy sky, calmed down his emotions, and headed towards Yanfeng Palace. The master would definitely go there when he learned about it.
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The center of the royal city.
Three days and three nights, the fire surged into the sky.
The ancient palaces of thousands of years have been covered by fire. The foundation of a thousand years has been burned to pieces.
The sky above the palace seemed to be dyed red, and everyone's eyes were filled with blood-red fire, which was extremely dazzling.
Along the moat, there was no living thing, except the peony and red lotus, which were not afraid of the fire, and were in full bloom.
The sky was full of the behind-the-scenes, quiet and ethereal, and there was no burning sound, leaving only the melodious sound of the flute echoing, dancing with the behind-the-scenes.
After listening carefully, you can hear it, it is a nocturne.