Phoenix Against the World

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Chapter 444: The World is the enemy [12]

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The passage of the tomb is still cold and deep, and the beating fire illuminates the face of the Queen Mother. The looming shadow makes people look unreal.

Huang Beiyue slowly stood up, his feet soft, and he held the cold walls of the tomb.

"Moon, in that case, the Queen Mother has no choice." Xiaoyao Wang slowly opened his mouth, and his voice echoed far away in the middle of the long cemetery.

Huang Beiyue raised his eyes, and the black and clear scorpion has always been a firm light, but now, it also has a few minutes of tears.

The truth is often deceived to make it easier to accept. If you choose again, she probably won't want such a cruel truth.

"Before she died, she said that I would not enter the emperor's house again." Huang Beiyue slowly turned back and looked at the old tears. "She already knew that the person who poisoned her was the Queen Mother." ”

The Queen’s hands covered her face and cried in a low voice.

Huang Beiyue raised his head, and there was a little red around the eye. The corner of his mouth rose slightly. He said coldly: "Jing'an Wang of the South Wing country, Wei Wuchen of the East, I remembered it."

"Moon?" Xiaoyao Wang looked at her and looked worried. "What do you want to do?"

"Indebted debts, killing people!"

Huang Beiyue said coldly, striding down the ladder and pushing the door of the main tomb.

"Miss!" Dongling held the tiger and the donkey to follow.

"Don't come in." Huang Beiyue whispered, walking into the cold main tomb, and closing the tomb door.

This burial chamber was not built for a long time. There was no strange atmosphere accumulated over time. In modern times, she once again accidentally entered the tomb of the Warring States Period. Hairy chilly feeling.

Maybe Princess Huiwen is a mother and daughter, so when I walked into the tomb, except for the coldness of the surrounding air, there was no feeling of hairiness in my heart.

The surrounding walls are painted with colorful murals depicting the brilliant stories of Princess Hui Wenchang's life. It's just the cold walls, even if the colors are brighter, it can only make people feel sad.

It is placed in the middle of the tomb. According to the customs of the southern wing country, the enamel is covered with gorgeous brocade and silk.

Huang Beiyue slowly walked over, and on the ground in front of him, there was a bunch of dried lotus flowers. The color had not faded, and I could easily see the beautiful and refined time when the flowers bloomed.

After the burial of the princess from the tomb, it was completely closed. There were guardians outside, and no one would be allowed to come in.

Who is this bunch of flowers?

Huang Beiyue bowed down before the squatting, looked up at the shackles of gorgeous satin and whispered.

"Hui Wenchang Princess, nowadays, I have helped your daughter to get back to justice, killing her people, and I have also let them suffer retribution. You can rest in Jiuquan?"

Her voice was very low, and it quietly echoed in the closed tomb.

"So many years, you hate to die, I still have a truth today, sorry for you, I will let them pay the price!"

Huang Beiyue took the dagger from the Nayong, cut off a long hair, tied it with a ribbon, and gently placed it on the raft.

"This hair, as your daughter, will accompany you."