Chapter 347 The Prototype of Shura
Capital City.
In the cold and humid underground palace, a pool of brown-red blood slowly flows. The color is like dead leaves in late autumn, and like bronze that has been tempered by time, and is filled with a sense of heaviness.
The weak pearlescent light sways unsteadily, casting long shadows all around, adding to the sense of mystery.
This is an underground palace located under the high platform of Qintianjian.
On the stone platform in the middle of the underground palace's blood pool, a girl in a green dress was kneeling.
It is dyeing light dust.
The light shining down from the high platform of Qintian Prison formed invisible chains, imprisoning him tightly.
Ran Qingchen's expression is sometimes painful, sometimes resentful, and sometimes confused... Black blood is constantly surrounding his body, either being withdrawn from the body or injected into it.
"You lied to me...you all lied to me..."
The girl stared with resentful eyes, her pupils almost popped out, and her blood-stained nails scratched on the hard stone platform, as if scratching the scars on her heart.
A girl’s heart is inherently broken.
Abandoned by the man she loved deeply during the wedding, deceived by her sworn sisters... Her heart was already riddled with holes.
And she killed her master with her own hands, almost bringing her to the brink of collapse.
The only thing that supports me is having a family.
But now, my home is gone.
It turns out that she is not Jiang Wan's daughter, it turns out that she is not a bloodline of the Ran family, it turns out that she has no family at all.
This is all fake.
Everyone is lying to her!
"You all deserve to die! You all deserve to die!"
The girl's eyes were shining like wild beasts under her tear films, and the blood all over her body was like boiling water, with an unbearable hatred flowing down to her fingertips.
Originally in Qingzhou, there were already signs of blackening.
After being tempered by the wedding banquet, the despair of killing the master... In the end, the last trace of good thoughts were killed by Emperor Zhou Chang himself, and the girl was completely pushed into the abyss of Shura.
The Shura bloodline in her body was completely activated, and the pure demonic nature overflowed bit by bit, from the inside out.
Queen Shura appeared next to the girl.
She stared at the girl who was walking towards the darkness step by step, with a pleasant smile on her lips:
"Yes, that's it, everything in this world is lying to you. Those so-called love, friendship, family affection , are all fake and not worthy of your attention.
Qingchen, what you have to do is to kill these sanctimonious and hypocritical untouchables. You are of orthodox Shura blood, and you should be superior. Those untouchables have no idea. I have no right to catch up with you..."
Queen Shura greedily sucked in the resentful blood exuding from the girl, and murmured, "Everyone deserves to die, then this world will be truly clean."
At this time, on the high platform, Emperor Zhou Chang looked at the underground scene reflected in the mirror and said lightly: "How long?"
The old supervisor said righteously: "The situation is much smoother than we expected. Maybe this girl will be completely demonized within three days."
Zhou Chang raised his right hand, looked at a red line floating in the palm of his hand, and spread his fingers , the palm of his hand was pointed at the painful Ran Qingchen in the mirror, and a cold scorn flashed across the corner of his lips:
"So what about Queen Shura, she is just my dog!"
The old supervisor next to him was standing there. Worried: "The secret guard has not been able to find any trace of Yan Changqing recently. I'm afraid..."
"Zhao Wuxiu really doesn't want to take care of it anymore?"
Zhou Chang looked cold.
The old eunuch smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Zhao is in retreat, preparing to sprint for this ascension with all his strength. I am afraid it will be difficult to have time to worry about this. Fortunately, there are two saints, Confucianism and Soldiers. Even if Yan Changqing comes, It should be able to block it."
Zhou Chang slowly held the carved head on the stone railing and said in a cold voice:
"Zhao Wuxiu forgot how he got to be the best in the world. Yes, if I had not agreed to share the fate of the continent’s royal family with him, let alone the throne of the best in the world, I am afraid that he would not be able to achieve this in his three lifetimes.”
The old supervisor was silent! .
Zhou Chang suddenly laughed, his face turned from gloomy to clear:
"It doesn't matter, Yan Changqing is just a reckless man in the world after all, and my palace is not made of paper.
Stay for three days From now on, if I take control of his daughter, what will this sword demon have to fear? Then, it might be possible to stage a good show of fighting between father and daughter."
The old supervisor frowned. , sighing secretly.
His Majesty planted a controllable secret poison in Ran Qingchen's body, which also affected him.
Compared with Zhou Chang, who was once very wealthy, in the process of Ran Qingchen's continuous darkening, His Majesty's character was obviously becoming more irritable and overt.
"I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. I hope everything goes well."
The old supervisor said secretly.
"I'm going to find the queen." Zhou Chang suddenly said, "She should be able to help me when we are married."
After saying that, Zhou Chang walked off the platform.
Obviously the emperor was still afraid of Yan Changqing in his heart.
Arriving at the queen's palace, in the exquisite and luxurious garden, Erliang was practicing swordplay.
The girl was wearing a pale pink dress, the hem of which fluttered gently to the rhythm of her sword dance. The hair was tied into a ponytail with a simple ribbon and swayed gently in the wind, adding a sense of agility.
Every time she twists her delicate body, the light will jump on the tips of her hair, flashing a little light.
The emperor, who had no intention of seeing this scene, stood there blankly.
In a daze, a scene of that girl practicing swordplay when he was young seemed to appear before his eyes.
The same elegance, the same flawlessness.
"Is something wrong?"
A cold and impatient voice floated from behind.
Zhou Chang came back to his senses, turned around and looked at the charming and noble Luo Wanqing, and said with a smile: "Let's see you."
"It's really rare that Concubine Lin, who doesn't want to see you, comes to see me, a yellow-faced woman?"
Luo Wanqing sneered.
Zhou Chang joked: "Is the queen jealous?"
Luo Wanqing's pretty face suddenly sank, and she looked directly at Zhou Chang with her sharp phoenix eyes: "If you have anything to say, tell me quickly. , If you have any trouble, let it go! I have to teach Erliang sword, I have no time to pay attention to you!"
In the past, Zhou Chang would not have taken it seriously, at least. A few words of self-deprecation.
However, due to the influence of Ran Qingchen's blackening, the emperor, who may have been suppressing his irritability and dissatisfaction, finally failed to suppress his anger and said coldly:
"Luo Wanqing, you are the queen. , I am the emperor! You are my wife! I can make you my queen, but I can also destroy you! Do you really think that I dare not touch your Luo family?"
Luo Wanqing couldn't help but think. Stunned.
This was the first time that the other party got angry in front of her.
However, Luo Wanqing, who has a proud personality, is easily frightened. She sarcastically said:
"If you really kill that bastard in Luo Mingtang, I will definitely thank you. As for this wretched queen, do you think I care about it? You can abolish it if you want, I don't care!" Throw it away and pass him by.
Zhou Chang subconsciously wanted to grab the opponent's arm, but missed.
“Luo Wanqing!”
A blue vein popped out on Zhou Chang’s forehead.
Luo Wanqing stood still, turned around, squinted her phoenix eyes and sneered:
"Zhou Chang, don't think that you are safe just because you can control Queen Shura. I want to see how many conquerors you can win in this world." Done.”
Zhou Chang suddenly calmed down.
He turned his head and glanced at the high platform of Qintian Prison, frowned, then looked at the frost-faced queen, and said apologetically: "I drank some wine and was a little impulsive."
Zhou Changqing exhaled and said with a smile: "No matter how many percent of the world I have taken away, you will always be the mother of this country. Whether you believe it or not, you are the woman I care about most besides Jiang Wan. Because of you She is my wife, the wife who will accompany me throughout my life.”
Zhou Chang gently brushed off a petal on his shoulder, glanced at Jiang Erliang, turned and left.
“The brain was kicked by a donkey.”
Luo Wanqing curled her red lips and came to Erliang. "Mother, are you the master's wife or that person's wife?"
Erliang asked curiously.
Luo Wanqing rolled her eyes: "No one's."
Seeing Erliang lowering her head in despair, Luo Wanqing patted her forehead and quickly made up for it:
"Uh, For now, I am your master’s wife. After all, your master and I are already married, so you can just practice swordplay with me. I promise to take you to see your master.”
Hearing this, Erliang showed a happy smile and nodded his head:
“Yes.”
A ray of light caressed the girl's smiling cheek, and her delicate and fair skin seemed to be coated with a layer of pale golden light. Luo Wanqing was stunned for a moment.
She hugged the girl tightly in her arms lovingly and murmured:
"You girl is causing more and more harm to the country and the people. It's better to leave the palace as soon as possible to avoid being exposed by that week. "I'm worried about you."
The way Zhou Chang looked at Erliang just now made Luo Wanqing feel a little bit in danger.
Although she has enough ability to protect Erliang, if Zhou Chang really controls Queen Shura, almost no one in the world can pose a threat to him.
Moreover, Zhou Chang's character is getting more and more irritable.
Once he is made invincible, this kind of person may be able to release his desires and evil better than Shura.
"Mistress, can you return that wooden sculpture to me."
Er Liang struggled to break free from Luo Wanqing's gentle arms, raised his little head and begged. , "I promise that I will never be playful again and practice my sword well. Just give it back to me."
That small wooden sculpture was carved by her with so much hard work.
Almost the same as his master.
When I was having a hard time practicing swordsmanship, I took it out and looked at it and thought about it for a while, but unexpectedly, my mistress confiscated it.
"Uh, I'll give it to you in two days."
Hearing this, Luo Wanqing's cheeks showed an abnormal blush, and she said a few words casually, without caring about anything else. After two pleas, he hurried back to his bedroom.
“If it wasn’t for Erliang’s reminder, I would have almost forgotten it, and I was so angry with Zhou Chang.”
Luo Wanqing lifted up her luxurious phoenix robe.
She took out the wood carving.
The wood carvings that have been moistened by the agar liquid exude a smell similar to musk and are dotted with some wet beads.
"This thing doesn't work, it has to be that donkey boy."
Luo Wanqing sighed.
The woman regretted that she should have brought two buckets with her to stock up.
It doesn’t matter if you squeeze that kid to death.
——
In the capital, in a remote restaurant.
In the candle-lit room, four people were sitting around the table.
These four people are Nightingale, Mei Niang, Cat Master and the snake-faced masked man who attended the last party organized by Tianying.
"It seems that Mr. Tiger is not in the capital."
Meiniang is still wearing that slutty and sexy high-cut long dress, with her arms folded across her chest, and she generously wraps up her large The ravines and mountains are squeezed out, dazzling in the dim candlelight.
The mysterious cat-faced man said calmly: "He went to Minzhou City."
"Oh, he is preparing to rebel."
Mei Niang sneered.
The people here are all shrewd people with a lot of information, and they know everything about Minzhou.
"Recently, the organization has lost a lot of people, and there is no fresh blood to add in. This is very detrimental to the development of our Tianying organization. I don’t know what Mr. Zhuge’s plan is."
The snake-faced man said with a hoarse voice and some dissatisfaction.
He turned to look at Nightingale, who was accustomed to being silent, and said lightly:
"Nightingale, I know that you have a good relationship with Mr. Zhuge. Can you tell me the truth? If you don't want to develop it, then I, the old snake, should quit early and stop getting involved."
The remaining two people also They all looked at Nightingale.
If it were the past, if one member died, another new member would be added.
But since the deaths of members such as White Sheep and Black Monkey, except for the woman wearing the white deer mask last time, the Tianying Organization has not recruited any other new members, and the exchange of information has become increasingly scarce.
Nightingale slowly shook her head: "I don't know, I just heard a prophecy from Mr. Zhuge."
"What prophecy?" Lord Snake asked.
The nightingale's red lips parted slightly: "It will be another day, today."
The three of them frowned, lost in thought.
Although Zhuge Xuanji mostly cheats, he occasionally has two real tricks.
Nightingale raised her fingers, knocked on the table and continued:
"Since there are only four of us today, we might as well exchange information with each other and don't do any business. If you don't want to, you can leave now."
"What do you want to know?" Snake The tall-faced man tilted his head and looked at her.
“The situation of Ran Mansion and Ran Qingchen.”
Nightingale said.
The snake-faced man shook his head and said: "Then I don't know. I only know that Ran Mansion is imprisoned by secret guards, and I don't know anything else."
Master Cat remained silent.
Meiniang's slender jade fingers stroked the fox cheeks on her face, and she giggled: "It's rare that Sister Nightingale takes the initiative to summon us, so I might as well pamper you.
Currently dyed The whole family is indeed not free, they are under surveillance and imprisoned, and Ran Qingchen has returned to the capital and is locked up in the palace. It is impossible to find out what the situation is.
However, Ran Qingchen has made a clear break with Ran Qingchen. The cowardly head of the Ran family, Ran Jinyi, believed his wife's lies and severed ties with Ran Qingchen. As a result, the old lady almost became angry to death, haha..."
Having said this, Mei Niang laughed happily, and there was a bit of self-deprecation and inexplicable complex emotions in her eyes.
She paused for a moment and then continued with a smile: "According to my observation, once the Dog Emperor takes advantage of Ran Qingchen, the Ran Mansion will be filled with blood."
Nightingale listened and said, He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, assessing the current situation.
Ran Qingchen's sudden return to Beijing was something she had not expected.
To be precise, it was expected, but there was no time to stop the other party.
As Jiang Shouzhong's wife, perhaps she should be considered his ex-wife now. In her heart, she always hopes to protect her, including her family.
But at present, the chances of saving him are really limited.
At this time, Mr. Mao said: "I don't care about Ranfu and Ran Qingchen, but I can share information about Ranfu, and that is Jiang Wan."
Jiang Wan?
The eyes of the other three people in the room lit up.
Everyone is still very curious about this once dazzling unparalleled swordsman.
In particular, they learned through various intelligence that after Jiang Wan died, the reincarnation relic she gave birth to was placed on someone, a pregnant woman to be precise.
This means that Jiang Wan will definitely be "resurrected" at some point.
Master Mao straightened the cat-faced porcelain mask on his face and said slowly: "The reincarnation relic of Jiang Wan was placed at Mingjian Villa."
(This chapter End)