Mysteries

There was darkness in front of Neia's eyes, and darkness in front of the onlookers.They watched bursts of black air emanating from behind Neia, dense like fog and erratic like smoke, filling the middle of the execution ground.

"Toad" looked uncertain: "My lord, the situation is a bit weird, you want to find a place to hide."

Dover's face was gloomy: "No, I must see the moment when his head falls. Only when he is dead, these people will completely jump into my boat." He looked at the crowd of onlookers coldly, these people were his He and "Toad" used all kinds of conveniences to trick Vipanz into coming, once out of control, he would fall back to the king.He absolutely can't give them this kind of opportunity, only by letting their hands be stained with the blood of the little prince, can they be completely bound.

"Toad", who originally wanted to leave the execution ground in the name of escort, gave a dry laugh, stared fiercely at the dawdling executioner, and signaled him to move more neatly.

However, the executioner didn't want to move neatly, but his hand seemed to have suddenly entered a state of stiffness five or sixty years later. He could only lift it up slightly with all his strength, and couldn't reach the rope that removed the floor.His five fingers stretched and retracted, and even after going back and forth several times, his muscles and bones could not be activated.The onlookers were talking a lot, and he could feel two sharp gazes lingering on his face, which belonged to Dover You, a cruel and cruel man, if he procrastinated, he would be the next one to stand up.

Dover's patience ran out as he struggled with his body.He jumped off the viewing platform on the second floor, jumped onto the gallows with big strides, pushed down the executioner who was standing stupidly aside, held the rope in his hand, and whispered ferociously: "Say hello to Death for me! Dear cousin. "The five fingers holding the rope pulled hard!"The rope does not move at all.

Dover was startled, and turned his head to look at the rope that suddenly became stronger and colder than the iron rod.The rope was still the same rope, but dense spells floated up on the back of his hand, exactly the same as the one on Neia's face.

"What is this?" Dover pulled off the hood on Neia's face, only to find that he had passed out. The strange spell covered his whole body, from face to neck to hands, almost like a second layer of skin. .There was a slight burning sensation from the mantra on the back of the hand. At first, it was as light as a mosquito bite. Gradually, the light fire turned into a medium fire, and then it became a big fire...

"What the hell is this!" Dover, whose face was distorted in pain, pinched Neia's neck, his face flushed.

Neia suddenly opened her eyes, her dark eyes looked at him blankly, and seemed to look elsewhere through him.

"Speak!" Half of Dover's thumb sank into his throat.

Neia's eyes were fixed on one direction, her lips moved, and she said slowly, "What do you want?"

The pain on the back of the hand had spread to the wrist and went all the way up. Dover ignored Neia's strange expression and said angrily, "Explain! Quick, explain what this is! Help me get rid of it, get rid of it!"

Neia didn't seem to hear what he said, she opened and closed her lips numbly, and uttered soft but firm words: "Yes, as long as you let Langzan go, I am willing to give up my life. If it is not enough, you can let me tortured to death."

Dover narrowed his eyes: "Are you negotiating terms with me now? Well, I won't kill you, as long as you lift this damn curse, I'll let you go! I'll let Langzan go too, let your dear His father continued to die of old age on the throne of the king."

"what!"

There was a sudden scream from the crowd of onlookers.

Dover looked back, and saw that the black energy from Neia's body had spread to the entire execution ground. Although it was thin, it was everywhere.

The people submerged in the black air were like snowmen, melting from the scalp.Watching the living people disappear little by little, turning into puddles of blood, Dover's Iron Heart couldn't help but tremble.The hand holding his neck loosened, and Neia's body slid to the ground. Dover looked down at the mantra on the back of his hand, and his cheeks tightened.Sixty percent of his face was similar to Neia's, only his cheeks were uniquely big.

He quickly analyzed the situation.The melted people are very regular, from left to right, from bottom to top, as if they have souls, chasing the crowd. "Toad" was standing on the second floor, at the forefront of fleeing. He was about to open the iron gate and leave the execution ground when he suddenly let out a scream and fell down.

The people behind were frightened, and turned around and ran back, just in time to see the person following the last fall down like a puddle of mud.

No way out.

The same despair arose in all minds.

They looked at Dover with hatred and resentment in their eyes.

None of this would have happened if Dover and Toad hadn't lured them to Vipens, if he hadn't had Neia sentenced to death, if he hadn't made them come here to watch the execution.

Their gazes snapped Dover back to his senses.

Since all of this started because of Neia, it will also end because of Neia.Thinking of this, he didn't care about the mantra on his arm, he directly picked up the person, and was about to slap him when he raised his hand, before his hand fell, it turned into ashes in mid-air.

It really turned into ashes.

Dover watched in shock as if his hand had weathered, turning into ashes little by little, scattered in the air, and disappeared as soon as the wind blew.

"No, no, no!"

He stood up in horror, trying to cover his arm, trying to stop the wound from spreading, but caught a cloud of ashes.He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but felt his mouth falling down a little bit...

All sounds are silent.

The black air slowly condensed into a tall and slender human figure, who walked to Neia's side with graceful steps, lowered his head, looked at the restless face quietly for a while, and waved away the ash that fell on his body.

Vipanz suddenly became lively.

The king's personal guards marched into the city with great fanfare. The army originally stationed in Vipanz had no leader, and they didn't even have a decent resistance, so they surrendered directly.The SS marched unimpeded all the way, and drove directly into the Vipens Prison.

It was very quiet in the prison.

The guards found that the servants and soldiers were lying on the ground in a mess and fell asleep.Only the prisoners in their cells shouted.The prison is too big, and they interrogated the prisoners while searching for Dover's whereabouts.

By the time they found the execution ground, Neia had already woken up.

He sat in a trance for a while, looking at the sunlight on his body, a little unclear about dreams and reality.When he finally realized that he had woken up, he couldn't help being afraid for a while.This time the situation can come to an end, so what about the next time?

Will one day, he will regard the dream as reality, the reality as a dream, and then go crazy?

A group of people suddenly rushed in from outside the door, wearing armor, majestic and majestic, with sharp spears pointing at his direction, dazzlingly bright.

Neia stood up slowly.

"Your Highness." A middle-aged man in silver-white armor came out excitedly, and the long sword hanging around his waist shook violently with his steps, "I didn't expect you to return to China! You...how are you here?"

Neia was also a little excited.Apart from his own relatives and those upright judges, among the three most trusted by the father and king must be him, the captain of the personal guard, Chamberlain Tiger.He was about to step forward when he saw Chamberlain suddenly stop, staring blankly at a medal at Neia's feet and a ring not far away.

The guards were a little noisy.

Neia saw them pick up all kinds of accessories and small weapons from the ground.

"Did something happen?" Chamberlain frowned, and quickly walked to the gallows, pressed Neia's shoulder, looked up and down several times, his brows frowned even tighter, and asked again, "Why did you Here? Did something happen?"

Neia opened her mouth and was momentarily dumbfounded.In fact, he didn't quite know what happened. After he was covered by the hood last night, he fell into a dream. In the dream, the red-haired man was right in front of him, looking at him without saying a word, his eyes were hot and fierce .He wanted to ask him what he was doing, but he never got an answer.

Seeing that he was silent, Chamberlain asked again, "Have you met your cousin?"

Neia asked, "Dover?"

Chamberlain's face darkened: "He brought you here?" Thinking of where this is, he was full of anger, "He actually wanted to kill you! Where is he? I must bring him back to Xiaobei City , Hand it over to His Majesty the King!"

"Is father in Xiaobei City? Is he all right?" After getting an affirmative answer, Neia put her mind at ease, but when it came to Dover's whereabouts, he didn't know anything about it.

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, Chamberlain had no choice but to take him to rest first. The last time he saw Neia was only half a year, but after just half a year, that innocent and lovely little prince was already so haggard.He couldn't bear to guess what happened to the little prince who was sixteen years old outside these days.