Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

"Maoqi..." The long sword pierced the heart of commander Mao, who asked her to leave here with the LORD before she died.

Maoqi's face was stained with a lot of blood, her body was also stained with blood, and her hands were stained with blood. The blood almost connected her hands with the sword.

She seems to have no sense of pain, no sense of fear, no sense of the outside world. She only knows how to kill. The sword in her hand takes one person's life after another.

There were more and more wounds on Maoqi's body. Her clothes were soaked with blood, and her dark eyes seemed to be soaked with blood.

Until dawn, morning light came through the forest and fell on Mao Qi's bloody face.

She was surrounded by corpses. The imperial guards stood in a circle with swords. They did not dare to approach her, but they did not dare to let her run away.

Maoqi held his sword and looked up at the direction of the morning light leaking in.

As the sound of the horse's hooves approached, Mao Qi lowered her head and looked in the direction of the sound. She only saw a bright yellow figure riding on the horse's back. She smelled a strange fragrance at the tip of her nose and lost consciousness instantly.

As spring goes on and autumn comes, the mountain that once suffered from the fire has turned blue again.

The old site that was ravaged by the fire has also been rebuilt. It's more magnificent, but it's not the former king Qin's mansion. The people in Manchu capital know that there was a fire in the former king Qin's mansion at night, and none of the people in the former king Qin's mansion escaped.

The emperor, who always valued his brother, even sent the imperial army to fight the fire, but he couldn't save the king Qin. He didn't even find his body.

There was something strange about the fire. Later, it burned clean, and the cause of the fire was even more unknown.

Over time, in those small teahouses, there is a saying in Mr. Shuoshu's mouth that King Qin liked a picture of spring at that time, and his greed for wine and sex caused the dissatisfaction of the Lord.

That's what sparked the fire.

At the beginning of June of this year, the weather was still sunny. The murders in the temple in that year have long been forgotten, and the temple is still full of incense.

A black Trojan horse came pattering down the mountain and stopped at the gate of the temple.

This carriage is much bigger than the general carriage. First, a servant girl came down from the carriage. The servant girl is taller than the general woman. She turned back and called to the carriage: "Miss, the temple is here. Come down."

The curtain of the carriage moved again. A moment later, a woman who was still wrapped in fur and was still cold came down from the carriage.

Her face is white, a little closer to the edge, can feel a chill from her body, trance, seems to be able to see her eyes, eyebrows also wrapped in frost.

"But Miss Gu?" The abbot came out of the temple, read a Buddha's name, and asked kindly.

The woman laughed for a while. Her face was light. She bent towards the abbot and said, "the abbot called me Gu Xuan."

The abbot also laughed. He didn't speak any more. His eyes swung on Gu Xuan's face, and his brows twisted. He said, "go ahead."

Gu Xuan nodded, and the maid helped her to the temple.

There were two attendants carrying the box.

Instead of walking from the big Buddha Hall, the group walked around the courtyard next to it, passing through several small Buddha halls and a row of wing rooms. As they passed by a wing room with a tight gate, Gu Xuan stopped.

"What's the matter, miss?" The maid's eyes flashed. When she asked, her eyes always fell on Gu Xuan's face, as if she wanted to see something from her face.