From the towering attic in the distance, a pair of sharp eyes looked through the window lattice at the lively long street.
Before this, this city and this street were lifeless. Why did it suddenly become alive?
"The world is so big, but our home in Dongzhou only recognizes the empress as its king."
The uniform voice broke through the sky, deafening, and everyone shouted hard, even tearing their throats.
In the room filled with sandalwood, a landscape screen is placed in the center. There are paintings of beauties on the east wall, and toad patterns on the west show the holy light. On the high-grade crystal chair in the south, a man in green robe tightly grasps a teacup filled with hot smoke. The table
On the other side, a woman in red clothes and silver hair stood indifferently. It was Mu Ruge who had been shot through the skull by an arrow.
Looking to the north, Master Lingxu stood in front of the window, his face gradually becoming ferocious and distorted, his clenched fist suddenly hit the window sill, and he gritted his teeth: "How could this be?
Have these people gone crazy?
The empress has sold them, so they still want to follow Ye Qingge?
You are really used to being an animal and you will never be a human being again."
Palace Master Ziyun put down the tea cup and looked at the furious Craftsman Lingxu: "You underestimated the empress' status in the hearts of the people of Dongzhou. They love the empress."
Craftsman Lingxu couldn't understand that there were princes, generals, nobles, and nobles in every independent land and country. Why was only the empress special?
The mediocre people, like inconspicuous rivers, with poor ideas and at the mercy of others, how could they easily forgive the empress?
This was unexpected by Master Lingxu.
In Mu Ruge's eyes, the desolation was like ice and snow.
Palace Master Ziyun asked: "Ru Ge, are you sure that Ye Wuhen is Ye Qingge?"
Mu Ruge nodded: "Even if I am burned to ashes, I will never forget the smell of her body."
"No wonder, we all fell into her trap. The real red dragon fruit is at her place. I have informed Princess Shenyue about this."
Craftsman Lingxu said: "I didn't expect that bitch Mu Qingxue to get together with the empress and cause us so much misery.
Ru Ge, don't worry, Mrs. Ding Xiang is dead, Mu Qingxue is helpless in Jianglong and has returned to the realm of the gods.
She won’t be able to survive in Zhonglin Mountain.”
"Nirvana once is very good."
Mu Ruge slowly raised her right hand, and a wisp of dark fireworks burned in her palm. It was an extremely evil aura and the power of the Dark Master.
Master Lingxu smiled, "Indeed, although we didn't get the Red Dragon Fruit in the Dragon Subduing Domain, we got a blessing in disguise. We found out about Ye Qingge, a fellow practitioner from the third line, and you were born in Nirvana!"
"Fellow cultivators from the third line... I have heard that Ye Wuhen slaughtered tens of thousands of ghosts in the monument and cracked Fairy Shengyu's wrist bone. Can Ye Qingge be able to do this?"
Palace Master Ziyun shook his head: "This matter is very suspicious."
"Palace Master Ziyun, the dead tree is in Nirvana, the destiny star is in spring, the heavenly green star has stolen a bit of the blessings of the purple pearl and jade star, and the power of darkness has been stolen by the energy of the stars."
Master Lingxu replied: "If the Empress is not a Dark Master, then Ruge will not discover the Dark Master's talent.
Now that Ruge is also a fellow cultivator of the third line, it can explain one thing, her sense of smell is not false, that Mr. Ye is definitely the empress who disappeared in seclusion."
Mu Ruge looked at the long street outside the attic. The empress was not as lonely as she had imagined. She was still wearing the stars and the moon, surrounded by the people of Dongzhou.
It’s not that your eyes are not bright enough, it’s that those people are too bad.”
Snow Girl's eyes were sharp: "It would be great if you came. The sun in Dongzhou's sky can finally be seen."