Turn From Eunuch Into Empress

Rong Lin's mouth was shriveled and his appearance was a little strange childish: "naturally. My master, he traveled all over the world and left this mortal mess to me..." the more he said, the more he seemed to bite his teeth.

However, Shuang stared at Rong Lin, looked up and down, and asked, "you can't all be changed by monsters, can you?"

How can mortals get so long?

Rong Lin changed his posture and tilted his nest. He gave her a white look and didn't have a good airway: "no, people of our family just live for a long time and have a good face and skill."

However, Shuang's hand stretched forward, his big eyes glowed smartly, looked at Rong Lin, and stared back with some discomfort.

"Why?"

"Don't you know how to keep your face? Don't be stingy. Take a look." she shook her hand forward, but Shuang thought very well. If she had this method, she could go out to earn money, wash her hands in a golden basin, wander around the world and be at ease.

But Rong Lin smiled and said, "no, you don't have the blood of our family. It's impossible. If you force to beg, you'll die. Be good and practice your Kung Fu."

However, Shuang turned a white eye, immediately took his hand back and continued to turn the book. Rong Lin was stunned. She didn't expect that she would give up so quickly. It's a way not to be old and immortal. Everyone wants it and can't give up easily.

Asked, but Shuang answered coldly: "Why are you tired of living so long? Besides, it's not mine. Why do you insist? I just need to get what belongs to me, kill all my enemies and wander around the world!"

Rong Lin was surprised. Suddenly, a thunder rumbled, and the electric light almost shrouded the light, shining their faces for a moment.

Rong Lin was particularly strange. He suddenly got up and rolled the meat ball from her hands. His whole body flowed out of the window like a cloud. The window sash was closed by the clothes like his own consciousness without making a sound. And his voice also spread into the secret, echoing in her ear: "someone is coming, on the roof."

However, Shuang was stunned and immediately didn't stop the lamp. She scraped to the bed and lay down facing in. The book was stuffed under her pillow and leaned against the dagger, and her hand was holding the handle of the dagger tightly.

There was no sound, but Shuang knew that someone had come in and was by the couch. Because the fire once vibrated very quickly, driving a slowly emerging shadow to shake on the curtain of the bed.

However, Shuang tried to pretend that her breathing was steady and deep, her eyes narrowed slightly, and waited for the man to approach again, so she wiped each other's neck with a knife.

As a result, the man was really strange. He just stood still for a long time. Neither approach nor other actions.

However, Shuang has persisted for too long, and her palms are sweating. She can't help turning her eyes for this stupid assassin. Is he going to come and be a frightening spirit behind his back?

If you want to make a move or not, hurry up. When he's finished, she's sleepy. How good!

When she really wanted to take a surprise, a sigh suddenly sounded in her ear. The voice is light and helpless, and seems to have some inexplicable deep feelings.

Floating, not very real. Then in the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared. However, Shuang hurriedly turned back and sat up, but she could only see a black corner of her clothes flash past, across the gap of the window and disappeared for a long time.

There was another sound of thunder. The window seemed to be pushed open by the strong wind and hit the wall, creaking and making noise. It rained outside. It rained heavily, just like God splashing water on the clouds.

The rain hit the leaves, the roof tiles, and the rocks and flowers. The staggered sound was loud and noisy.

An exquisite body sat on the bed, wearing only white Chinese clothes. Her face was wrapped in clouds and waist long hair. The indifference against it was like a puppet. There was no other expression. At a rough glance, her complexion seemed to be a little whiter than her clothes.

Suddenly, the small face like an ice sculpture moved, like cold flowing into the river, with a strange smell of fireworks. She got up slowly, went to the window and looked out. Naturally, there was nothing except cold and rainy nights. Slowly closed the window tightly and tightly, closing the wind plume outside the room.

In the frost Phoenix Pavilion, all the lights and candles were pushed down, and the shrill ghost cry almost frightened the people in the palace who were shivering in the wind and rain outside.

"Oh, my face! My face! Get out! You all get out!" originally, the soft and sweet voice was distorted by anger and hatred. It can pierce the clouds, the cloister, and the eardrums of the palace guards outside.

The palace man who came to hear the news stood aside and saw a maid thrown out of the door. Then an inkstone flew out and hit the maid's forehead impartially. The blood immediately meandered down along the rain and dyed half of her face red. After being washed by the rain, it slowly turned pink, and then gradually became crimson by the fresh blood. After a while, the whole face turned red, The delicate body lying on the ground quickly swam out of a bright red puddle.

The blood swam slowly and dyed faster than ordinary people.

The maid had stopped moving. The palace people standing outside were silent. Their faces and eyes stared at the maid on the ground, showing a strange numbness. No one came forward to check the situation.

The palace man embroidered his hands and indifferently moved his sight from the door of the house to the body on the ground. The angry scolding in his ears never stopped and made people frown.

The palace man turned his head and gave a look to the little eunuch around him. The little eunuch understood and hurried up to turn the maid over, show her face, and then reach out to sniff.

The palace people immediately recognized that this was not a palace maid, but a domestic slave who followed Princess Feiyun into the palace to serve. As soon as the little eunuch's face changed, he raised his head and gently shook his head at him, with a slight tension in his eyes.

Alas, even the domestic slaves were killed so easily.

Waving their hands, the other two little eunuchs came forward, put one under the armpit of the maid, dragged it and threw it out of sight, and then dragged it to the random burial post to bury it in the morning.

"Ah!!!!!" a scream rose from the ground, accompanied by a thunder of thunder in the sky, which made people's hearts pounded and their hearts pounded. The palace people in the whole yard shook together, stood under the rain, bowed their heads and shrunk their heads.

The palace people standing under the corridor were frightened, especially when the thunder had just passed. When the lightning flashed, the gauze curtain lit up the frost Feng Pavilion. A ghost shadow flashed past with a ferocious white ugly face. He couldn't help but step back and bumped into one side of the corridor pillar.

"Grandpa Li, are you all right?" his men hurriedly helped him. He stood up trembling and straightened up and quickly ordered, "hurry, go to the king of Yunnan and let him appease Princess Feiyun."

However, the little eunuch ran all over the palace and found no trace of the king of Yunnan