After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

At this moment, horses came galloping towards them.

Followed by a familiar roar.

"You bold lunatic! Let my sister go!"

This voice is too familiar, it’s Xie Wuai.

A Bao looked up at the sound and, sure enough, a handsome young man was riding his horse towards him.

She hadn't seen her brother Xie for nearly half a month. He was a dashing young general wearing a blue robe and light armor, a high ponytail, a military cap, and a silver spear in his hand.

However, this is not a good time for the siblings to reminisce about the past.

Hai Xi was holding her at knifepoint and backing her off until he reached the railing of the deck of the ship. The setting sun had completely sunk into the sea, the moonlight was rising, and the night wind was chilly.

Behind her were the surging river waves.

Hai Xi stared at Xuanyuan Fengran coldly, "King of the Human Slaughter isn't going to stop me? As long as you hand over Xu Ying's antidote, I will release your little girl."

Xuanyuan Fengran was in the melee of fighting, his black robe cold and sharp.

His sharp sword-like brows outlined in ink were tightly furrowed as he stared at Hai Xi across the pirates of Sheqiu Island, the Shark and Whale Army, and the Xuanwu Navy on the deck.

The pirates kidnapped the little girl so quickly that he had no time to rescue her and was actually controlled by Hai Xi. He could only watch as Hai Xi used Po as a meat shield.

The cold eyes of the black-robed king concealed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, as well as the murderous intent of lingchi Haixi.

Gripping the silver sword tightly, he asked instead of answering, "You clearly know who she is."

Hearing this, A Bao thought the uncle was saying that she was the crown prince.

Killing her would be equivalent to going against Daqi.

However, Hai Xi's answer made her suspicious.

"That happened many years ago."

And Xuanyuan Fengran's answer was even more bizarre.

"Only three years, is that a long time?"

Upon hearing this, Hai Xi, who had always been indifferent and expressionless, actually smiled meaningfully, "I didn't expect that the cruel and brutal King of Human Slaughter would try to move people with emotion."

"To you, that past is insignificant?" Xuanyuan Fengran's face was grim.

The two men were talking in a charade, and Abao was completely confused.

But Hai Xi, who was holding her hostage behind her, was unexpectedly silent.

At this moment, Abao was even more suspicious.

Three years ago, Emperor's uncle Feng Ran did go to Chuyue.

So what happened three years ago, right?

Suddenly, Hai Xi's cold and deep voice interrupted her deep thoughts.

"It's worth it to have the princess of the empire buried with Xu Ying."

Hearing this, thinking that he was going to die at the hands of Hai Xi, as a hostage, A Bao's patience ran out. The only thing he wanted was to drag Hai Xi to hell even if he couldn't save himself.

The next moment, Hai Xi's pupils suddenly tightened.

The little girl suddenly exerted force, completely ignoring the sharp blade across her neck, and turned to attack him.

The snow-white blade in his hand instantly cut her fair skin, and bright red blood dripped down the tip of the blade, which was extremely dazzling. In a flash, she pulled out the silver hairpin and pointed it directly at his heart.

Almost at the same time, two things happened.

Xuanyuan Fengran lost control and drew his sword recklessly.

Hai Xi restrained the little girl who wanted to kill him.

The silver hairpin in his hand fell into the deck. A Bao stared at Hai Xi with cold eyes, but his wrist was grabbed by the pirate, who held his waist and pulled him into his arms.

The pirate, who was surrounded by a chilling atmosphere, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Since you want to die so badly, why don't I take the little princess to see hell with her own eyes?"

Instinctively sensing danger, Abao's pupils suddenly tightened.

Hai Xi deliberately hugged the little girl in his arms tighter, stared at Xuanyuan Fengran who was blocked by the pirates of Sheqiu Island, and fell back mockingly, with a splash, splashing water everywhere.

At the moment he was submerged by the river, Po saw the black-robed emperor's uncle jumping into the river right after him.

Even Xie Wuai, who was originally trapped on the dock and unable to board the ship, jumped into the surging river regardless of everything and swam towards her with all his might.

The river water is full of salty and fishy smell, which hits your nose.

Choked by the water, she kept having difficulty breathing.

The sea held her wrist and swam with her to an unknown place.

Although she can swim, Hai Xi, known as the God of Wealth at Sea, is more at ease in water.

Gradually, the water became more turbid and invisible, with complex currents. She was almost swept away by the current several times, but the sea held her back.

After swimming for an unknown amount of time, Abao surfaced to breathe, only to find that the scenery on the shore no longer looked like Chu Yue, but a vast night sea covered by moonlight. It was not until she entered an archipelago covered with dense reefs that she was finally able to see the scene in the water more clearly.

But this glance shocked Abao even more.

She has caught river fish and sea fish, and every fish she caught was plump and tender.

But the strange-looking fish in front of her made her feel terrified from the bottom of her heart.

The smell of the sea water was very strange, which made her feel even more uncomfortable.

I guess Hai Xi wanted to bring her to this strange water area?

After an unknown amount of time, Hai Xi finally brought her to the surface of the sea.

As far as the eye can see, there is a stretch of islands in the sea.

However, what Hai Xi brought her to was an isolated island. The shape of the mountain was like a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes. There were old trees on the island and the sea fog was everywhere.

Abao followed Haixi onto the ferry to the island shore.

Layer upon layer of dark clouds pressed down heavily, like a pitch-black coffin sent down by the gods from heaven, covering the entire isolated island.

Po held his breath and listened carefully to the movements on the island.

After a while, she murmured, "It's so quiet here."

There was not even a bird chirping.