The villain has a white moonlight

The red-clothed boy who appeared from the dust-observing mirror rushed from the clouds, because he was in the form of a spirit body, and ordinary people couldn't see him.

The Priestess of the Yuyi Empress worked together to open the passage between the two realms opened by the prince with the dust-observing mirror. Ji Wuxian's physical body could no longer adapt to the mortal environment, so she was left in the Yuyi Kingdom, and her spirit body was sent over.

Even if he is a spirit body, the young man can hardly move an inch in the mortal world. Every step he takes is like walking on the tip of a knife, and every blow of the wind feels like a poisonous needle piercing the bone marrow.

He finally rushed to Bailong: "Your Highness, I'm here."

After shouting, he cried, so what if he came, what happened to the other party, he couldn't stop it, and he couldn't bear the ordeal for His Highness.

"You... shouldn't have come... here." Bailong tried to open his eyes, his voice was extremely weak.

"Your Highness, I'll take you back." The young man knelt down in front of the white dragon, and while crying, he tied a red thread invisible to mortals to the horn of the dragon with trembling hands. Infuse spiritual energy into Bailong's body to help it recover from injuries.

"Silly Xian, I...I can feel that the Shenmu is almost exhausted, don't use this method...to save me."

After speaking, he swung his tail vigorously and snapped off the red thread.

Bailong suddenly made a move, and the victims around him backed away in panic as if a pot had exploded.

"Brother!" The young man burst into tears.

There was a hint of confusion in Bailong's golden eyes, "I don't understand why...my father and I...are treated as evil dragons."

"Your Highness, this is human nature and human heart." Ji Wuxian burst into tears.

"Yes, this is human nature...but why?" Bai Long's golden eyes looked serious.

"Brother." Ji Wuxian choked up and couldn't say much, "Come with me, I'll take you back."

But they heard a commotion in the crowd, the water had already reached people's knees, seeing that the strange mirror did not respond, those people raised their daggers one after another, tentatively wading towards the white dragon.

Seeing that Bailong didn't have any intention or strength to resist, those people accelerated their pace and rushed over.

The boy got up quickly, trying to push away the crowd, but the victims directly passed through his transparent body and rushed towards Bailong.

Those people cannot see him, cannot hear his voice, and he cannot touch this mortal entity.

The boy bumped into those people again and again, but it was in vain, like a dandelion being swept by a strong wind, it had no effect.

The disaster victims showed no mercy to this evil dragon that "deceived" them. While cursing themselves hypnotically, they stabbed the dagger into the dragon's body viciously, with an inexplicable pleasure of venting their anger, and with the desire to kill demons and eliminate demons. With a sense of justice, those with strong strength can gouge out the dragon scales with three or two strokes, while those with little strength can only cut repeatedly with a dagger, and rush to the dragon boat with the bloody dragon scales as if grabbing a life-saving talisman.

While crying, the young man desperately tried to push those people away, all in vain.

In the end, he could only throw himself on the white dragon in vain, but he couldn't touch the warmth he once had.

Those daggers passed through his body with a cold light, and fell on the white dragon like raindrops, like ants and insects nibbling at the dying prey.

"Stop! Please, stop!"

"Why, why is this happening!"

The boy was crying loudly, but no one heard his voice, and no one stopped.

In the splash of blood, many places on Bailong's body were bloody.

The wind was cutting Ji Wuxian's body like a sharp blade, he was already numb from the pain, desperate and panicked, his head was so painful that he was about to explode.

He picked up the broken red thread again, tied it to the dragon head, and tied his little finger to the other end.

"Axian, you... You have suffered." The red thread felt some pain from the young man, Bai Long trembled, and his voice trembled.

"Brother, I am voluntary and willing, I don't feel bitter."

"I can do anything for you, but I can't do anything now, that's all I can do."

"In our mortal legends, the red thread is the magic weapon used by the moon god to tie lovers together and never separate after meeting."

"Aren't my words too much, but I want to tell His Highness," the young man choked up, "I love you, Your Highness."

There was sorrow in Bailong's golden pupils, and his voice was gentle: "I am the same. But... I'm sorry... I can't give it, I can't give you that ceremony."

Ji Wuxian was startled, then laughed, laughed and cried again.

The boy in red and the white dragon leaned on each other, but they couldn't touch each other.

The water rose higher and higher, and the speed at which those people plucked out the dragon's scales became faster and faster, which was almost insane.

Ji Wuxian heard the muffled sound of sharp blades scrambling to pierce flesh and blood, his heart was pierced like a knife, and he couldn't breathe in pain. He didn't dare to look back at those people, and buried his head into the white dragon's neck like an ostrich, sobbing softly.

"Axian... go back," Bai Long said softly, "don't... feel sad for me."

"I will not leave Your Highness," the young man shook his head, his voice was hoarse, but his tone was firm: "I begged the empress and the priest to send me here, if I can't take you back,"

He leaned slightly, hugged the white dragon lightly, put his face on the dragon's head, and said softly: "I will die with you."

"No, I want you to live on." Bai Long lowered his eyes, looked at the young man in front of him, and there was a gentle and firm look in his golden pupils.

With a dragon chant, those victims who had buried their heads in plucking out the dragon's scales were swept away. They watched in horror as the white dragon rushed up to the clouds and turned into a young man in silver armor again.

The Milky Way flowing backwards behind the young man is as turbulent as Kunshan jade, and his white clothes are stained with blood, but he still has a handsome appearance and a noble temperament.

Standing on the cloud with his sword in his hand, he looked stern, but the eyes he looked at Ji Wuxian were gentle and compassionate, as well as indelible nostalgia.

The prince slashed towards the sky with a sword, instantly breaking the magic circle of the Ji Wu Dynasty, the torn hole in the sky closed, and there was no longer the Milky Way pouring back.

Then he slapped his heart with a palm, and a blood-colored crabapple flower emerged, sinking into the forehead of the crying boy who was kneeling on the ground.

The transparent figure of the young man turned into a sky full of red butterflies, and the sky full of butterflies surrounded the prince, desperately refusing to leave.

However, the dust-observing mirror has been activated, emitting a dazzling light, and a whirlwind blows in the mirror, violently sweeping towards the butterflies.

The prince exhausted his last strength to send those butterflies back to the dust-observing mirror, the dragon body fell from the sky, the mirror lost its magical support, and fell into the vast flood without a trace.

The emperor on the dragon boat has been watching everything indifferently.

Zi Nong smiled charmingly and viciously, and said softly: "Your Majesty, can we prepare to take the keel?"

"allow."

After all, the flood failed to submerge the cliff, and the dragon scales on the deck of the dragon boat had piled up into a small hill. When the victims who had obtained the dragon scales on the cliff were about to board the boat, they were stopped by silver armored guards with spears.

"Military...Master Jun...I, we have dragon scales, why can't we board the ship?"

"The situation has changed, wait a minute, it's time to go to hell." As soon as the silver armored soldier finished speaking, there was a miserable howl from the boat.

The disaster victims who had already boarded the ship were driven to the deck, and the soldiers raised their knives and killed them like chopping melons and vegetables, and all their bodies were thrown into the billowing Hongze.

The faces of the victims holding blood-dripping dragon scales on the cliff turned pale.

The emperor on the dragon boat stood with his hands behind his back, with an indifferent expression, while Mrs. Zi Nong chuckled, "Your Majesty, we should drive them to the cliff and kill them again. Why dirty the dragon boat?"

"Just get a new one."

"Heh, this group of untouchables are really stupid and wicked. They knew that the white dragon was not an evil dragon. They abandoned their beliefs for their lives and acted cruelly against their conscience. Don't they think they are a joke?"

"Zi Nong, you are a noble lady, don't try to understand the thoughts of ants."

"I was wrong, Your Majesty," Zi Nong hid his face and laughed twice, looking down at the people on the cliff who were killed by guards one after another, "They can betray their own gods now, and they can betray their own country in the future, Your Majesty Is that why they were ordered to be killed?"

The emperor frowned slightly, and upon seeing this, Zi Nong leaned over and apologized: "Zi Nong presumptuously speculates on the Holy Will, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

"The God of Yuyi didn't abandon his believers when he died," the emperor said in a tone of voice, "but he wants the truth to be buried in Hongze forever."

With a loud bang, the Yuyi Temple built by the river collapsed in the flood.

The news that the evil flood flooded Jinling City spread throughout the dynasty as if it had grown wings, and Yuyi temples in various places were also beaten, smashed, looted and burned by angry people because their wishes were not fulfilled.

The white dragon's tendons were stretched, and the keel bones were dismantled into pieces and sent to the elite of the dynasty to fight in Yuyi Kingdom, and the war was imminent.

"The emperor star... has fallen." While the butterfly flew into the Yuyi Temple, the priest standing on the side of the altar lightly tapped the King Snake scepter with his fingers, and said softly.

"His Royal Highness, have you died?" Wu Siyue's face turned pale, and as soon as he opened his mouth, tears flowed down his face.

The young man in red lay on the altar, weeping silently, his eyes staring blankly at the constellation map above the hall.

The priest closed his eyes and said, "His soul is still somewhere in the mortal world."

Ji Wuxian and Wu Siyue were startled at the same time.

"My lord...Your Highness, can he come back?" Ji Wuxian stood up while supporting the cold stone surface of the altar.

"The crown prince has the power to approach the gods. If his body is destroyed, his soul will not die or be injured, but if no one in this world remembers him," the priest opened his eyes, and there was a hint of sadness in his almond pupils, "After a hundred years, he will disappear. There will be no reincarnation."

"I, I'm going to find the prince's soul." The young man rolled over and was about to leave regardless of his injuries.

"One billion mortals, the vast sea of ​​people, how do you find them?" The priest sighed softly.

Ji Wuxian froze in place.

Yes, how to find it, how to find it, and where to find it, he has no idea at all.

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps outside, and the priest came to report that the Ji Wu Dynasty was breaking the barrier at the border.

The priest nodded, and when the priest stepped back, he sighed softly: "It's time for me to prepare for the restoration of the country."

"Recover... the country? Sir Priest, what do you mean, the Yuyi Congress..." Wu Siyue said in shock.

"I saw that Yuyi Kingdom and Jiwu Dynasty ended, Yuyi fell into the abyss, and the dynasty collapsed." The priest looked calm.

But Wu Siyue couldn't calm down: "How could...how could..."

However, the priest's ability to predict has always been accurate, and the result of the prediction has always been known only to the empress and the servant of the gods.

The servant of the god tremblingly said: "I, I want to go home and have a look, please allow it, my lord priest."

The priest nodded: "Go."

However, Wu Siyue took a few steps, then stopped and turned around: "Master Priest, what is the preparation for the restoration of the country?"

"I have a way for you to find the prince's soul," the priest turned to Ji Wuxian, "but you will have to work very hard, are you willing?"

"I am willing, I am willing to give everything for this." The boy's voice trembled with joy and excitement.

The priest turned around: "Come with me."

When he got under the sacred tree, the priest tapped the scepter lightly, and the layers of vines spread out, revealing an ice coffin.

Ji Wuxian stared blankly at the ice coffin, a young man in white was frozen inside, with a beautiful face and a gentle expression, his black eyelashes were as thick as a crow's feathers, his thin lips were as colorful as red roses, as if he had fallen into a long sleep, even though his whole body It's all ice, but the whole person exudes a warm and peaceful temperament.

"Master Priest, this is?"

"Your Highness..." Ji Wuxian blurted out involuntarily as he looked at the boy who was the same age as him in the ice coffin.

"It's the vice body of His Highness the Crown Prince." The priest nodded.