The Emperor's Favorite: The Fourth Miss Ghost

Yi Mengzhu, Nuwa Butian is one of the twelve spirit beads conceived, and Xue Lingzhu is also one of the twelve spirit beads. Weaving other people's dreams with their own dreams and destruction, but only in some specific occasions, for example, against the sky mountain range.

And Yi Mengzhu only exists in the Nitian Mountain Range, so I don't know how Yun Qingcheng found it.

Mo Zhuyue stared at him, and said coldly: "Where is Cang? Where is he now?"

Yun Qingcheng stared at Mo Zhuyue, there was something in his eyes, and he seemed to stop talking when he wanted to say something.

"Yue'er, if people in the world, if everyone, doesn't allow you to be with Long Canghao, what will you do?"

Mo Zhuyue looked at him, smiling wildly, and the smile on the corner of her mouth bloomed silently like a bloodthirsty mandala, with a strange cruelty in the tranquility: "No one can stop this. No one can stop me If you are with him, if anyone stops you, if you meet a Buddha and kill a Buddha, or meet a god to kill a god, you will never be tolerated."

Yun Qingcheng hurriedly said: "But you will definitely be punished by God for such an unnatural behavior."

"God's punishment?" Mo Zhuyue looked at this special sky: "Heavenly principles and ethics are always determined by people's hearts, not controlled by God. If I want to be with Cang, I have the final say, not God! My Destiny is only in my hands, not by the sky, nor by people to accuse, my fate is not up to the sky."

Yun Qingcheng stared at Mo Zhuyue in a daze, there seemed to be dots in the amber eyes, and then they shattered into pieces, he seemed to hear his heart turned into a piece of glass, and then, so fragile shattered into pieces, Those fragments stabbed his heart from time to time.

Suddenly, Yun Qingcheng threw the Yi Mengzhu in his hand to Mo Zhuyue, and Mo Zhuyue reached out to catch it. Just when he didn't understand what Yun Qingcheng meant, his figure had disappeared in front of her, so simply , no regrets.

"Yue'er, don't forget, you still owe me a favor. One day, I will ask you to come back."

Mo Zhuyue saw Yun Qingcheng's figure disappear, then looked at Yi Mengzhu in her hand, and turned around neatly. Although she didn't know why Yun Qingcheng gave Yi Mengzhu to her, she really needed it now.

Integrate your thoughts into Yi Mengzhu, and ask Yi Mengzhu to take her to Long Canghao.

In the situation in front of me, a venue has changed, it is an empty square, it is so vast that Mo Zhuyue has never seen before, there are many settings on the square that she has never seen before, the huge square is vacated in the air, and the square After that is a luxurious palace, the square is very big, however, there are corpses everywhere.

Which kind of service they have is also a strange service that Mo Zhuyue has never seen before. There are at least tens of thousands of corpses piled up in the whole square. They have become what they are now after a brutal killing of each other.

Cold and merciless!

This seems to be a palace-style massacre!

A massacre for rights!

Mo Zhuyue found Long Canghao curled up in the black space in the crowd at a glance. Mo Zhuyue's eyes lit up and she ran over excitedly, but the black wall blocked her progress.

No matter how hard she tried to move forward, there was an invisible wall between her and Long Canghao standing in front of them.