The character is broken!The General's Sick Beauty Is a Killer

Chapter 277
Pushing open a door with extremely luxurious decoration, a huge meeting hall is exposed in front of you.

The black velvet carpet extends from under the feet, leading directly to the unattainable stone steps, a throne made of pure obsidian, inlaid with gold threads, outlines smooth and complicated patterns, mysterious patterns, like ancient totems.

The whole palace is mainly black, without a single window, not a single bit of light can penetrate. A string of dim yellow lamps are hung on the roof of the hall, emitting a faint light. The distance is far away, just like looking up at the stars in the sky. In the four corners of the hall, rows of candles were lit, and as the candle flame danced, Tang Xi's magnified black shadow also flickered. In the empty hall, Tang Xi was oppressed and out of breath.

The man in black robe who led the way had stepped back, and the door of the temple was closed heavily behind her. The darkness engulfed her figure, and Tang Xi's breathing gradually became heavier.

Echoed in the empty hall, accompanied by the "crackling" sound of candles, it was exceptionally clear.

Countless pictures buried deep in my mind spewed out, whipping, scolding, cursing, darkness, blood...

Tang Xi bent down in suffocation, bit her lower lip tremblingly, and curled up into a ball.

I don't know how long it took, outside the door, there was the sound of moderate footsteps, gradually approaching.

Ning Yanxi is here.

She can't let him see herself like this

Gritting his teeth, Tang Xi supported the ground with his long sword, took a breath, supported the hilt of the sword, and stood up with difficulty.

The moment she got up, the palace door was pushed open from the outside, and a ray of light came in, which happened to shine on her. It was Ren Sang, and their eyes met.

Behind him, an old but coercive man stepped up and walked towards her slowly.

Ning Yanxi.

He was wearing the most common black robe of Yongye Pavilion, and his body was concealed in it. He was not tall, and it could be said that he was a bit stooped, but this did not conceal his fierceness and wolfishness as the master of Yongye Pavilion. Her hair was haphazard, covering her deep eyes half-hidden, but with a gloomy and cold light.

His breaths were accompanied by rumbling neighs from his lungs, which hit Tang Xi's heart heavily, and his blood cooled down inch by inch.

Calm down, calm down, calm down...

Tang Xi said silently over and over in her heart, trying to convince herself to calm down, don't be afraid, now is not what it used to be, and Ning Yanxi will not hit her again.

Calm down, calm down, calm down...

The hand holding the sword hilt tightened inch by inch, her body stiffened, and her breath was held at some point, until Ning Yanxi passed by her and walked towards the throne on the steps, she almost vomited out A mouthful of turbid air as thin as a gossamer.

Ren Sang looked at her, the girl who was still arrogant in front of him, now her body was tense, her eyes wandered, and she was anxious.

She was really afraid of Ning Yanxi.

Fear that dissolves in the bones, in the flesh and blood.

Ning Yanxi had already walked up the steps, lifted his black robe, and sat on the obsidian throne. Ren Sang gave Tang Xi a last look, took a few steps back, and exited the hall.

don't close the door...

Tang Xi shouted in his heart, his eyes watered, and he stared at him beggingly.

This is the first time she has shown weakness to him.

Ren Sang just glanced at it lightly, and closed the door without hesitation.

When the heavy door was closed, the light that could illuminate her whole body was blocked out, and she fell into darkness again, and she was in the same dark space as Ning Yanxi.

"Ning Tong." Above the high position, the hoarse and deep voice came to her ears, which made her heartstrings tremble, and turned to face him quickly, lowering her eyes humblely.

(End of this chapter)