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

"You are...are..."

The young man leaned forward, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Po's neck.

It has a very strange taste, just like osmanthus candy melting between lips and teeth.

It's very sweet and fragrant, just like a warm autumn day.

The young man's cold gaze slid down from his shoulders, and finally fixed on A Bao's still bleeding palm. The warm red was particularly glaring.

With a slight movement of his mind, the young man's fingertips brushed across Abao's bleeding palm.

Caught off guard, he grasped Po's left wrist.

A Bao froze instantly, and glanced sideways vigilantly, only to see strange blood vessels emerging on the young man's neck, and the young man's breathing became heavier.

Suddenly, she became even more nervous.

The young man licked the blood from the wound on her palm like a puppy.

Po's heartbeat suddenly started beating like a drum.

Is he going to eat her?

When Po thought of the man-eating monster in the rumors, his face turned even paler.

She nervously and carefully tried to take the blood sword from his left hand, but was shocked to find that Meng Guanjing's hand holding the sword was shaking.

The next moment, her hand that had just touched the hilt of the sword was grabbed by him.

The young man raised his eyes angrily and looked straight into her eyes.

There was a hint of clarity in those chaotic and crazy bloodshot eyes.

“Princess… Your Highness?” The young man woke up from a nightmare, a tear of blood rolled down his sad eyes, and he murmured, “…A…Abao…”

The handsome and reserved young man in her memory of her previous life reappeared.

All of a sudden, all of Abao's strength was gone, and he wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

"Meng Guanjing, you are finally back."

Before he finished speaking, the urgent sound of the flute was heard again amid the heavy rain.

It was so mournful and eerie, almost heartbreaking.

A Bao was stunned. Lan Mi fell from the tower and the bone flute was broken. Where did the sound of the flute come from? !

She stared at Meng Guanjing, but her wrist was painfully gripped by him.

"Don't let go, look for me again. Come to me and take me home." The frowning young man said this, sounding like a plea.

As soon as he finished speaking, his dark pupils reappeared, with traces of scarlet.

Astonished, A Bao was about to speak when his clenched wrist suddenly loosened.

The young man, covered in blood, swiftly climbed over the tower window and jumped off the top of the Ink Bone Tower.

Raindrops poured in, blurring Abao's vision, but through the heavy rain, she could still see Meng Guanjing, with his red robe fluttering, turning his head back.

Then, he moved further and further away.

At the same time, Meng Guanjing endured the severe pain that was gnawing at his bones. The eerie and resentful flute sounded one command after another: Go home! Go home! Come back!

But he felt that he was going in the wrong direction to go home.

The extremely tall black bone tower was getting farther and farther away from him.

The sound of the flute destroyed his mind, and before his eyes there was a vast blood mist. Looking at the man on the top of the Ink Bone Tower, there was only a shadow left.

Subconsciously, he tightened the red rope on his left wrist.

Perhaps because of the killing just now, the red prayer rope is now stained with blood.

But he vaguely remembered that it should have been clean and holy, and that someone had put it on him personally, hoping that he would be successful and safe.

Heavy rain was pouring down on his face. The young man, who was almost on the verge of collapse, raised his hand to wipe the rain off his face, but accidentally touched the corner of his lips. He suddenly remembered the warm taste of blood between his lips and teeth.

A familiar feeling, like...

Like what? He couldn't remember.

Guided by the eerie flute sound, Meng Guanjing ran along the tall city wall on the coast as if he were walking on flat ground, all the way to the large white ship anchored on the sea.

The moment he jumped onto the deck of the big ship, Meng Guanjing faced the storm and looked back again.

On the coast, the Ink Bone Tower that has stood quietly for hundreds of years is still there.

And he could no longer see the person on the top of the tower.

Beside them, the last of the Scorpio Cavalry boarded the ship.

After handing the bloodied and barely breathing Lan Mi over to the ship's doctor, Mingxie first bowed respectfully towards the cabin, and then asked anxiously.

"Young Master! Do you want to sail?!"

Through the thick curtains, the man in the cabin spoke in a very calm tone.

"Tell the artillery battalion to prepare to blast open the south gate of the city."

At the same time, the south gate of the city was littered with corpses and blood flowed like a river.

Amid the rumbling thunder and heavy rain, Pei Guichen, Yan Haixi, and Xuanyuan Fengran's vision were blocked. They could only rely on their hearing to judge whether their enemies were drawing their swords.

Pei Guichen, who was hiding in the mask of Poseidon, was already fighting and retreating.

The cold sword light in Yan Haixi's hand attacked, and Pei Guichen dodged it with difficulty. He looked at Xuanyuan Fengran, who was holding a silver sword and had a cold expression, across the blazing flames.

The sword was struck out fiercely, and the black-robed king's hand, with bulging veins, tightly grasped the silver-iron hilt engraved with "Life and Death". The cold raindrops passed by and were cut by the sharp blade.

Pei Guichen couldn't escape this time.

With a swish, blood immediately gushed out from his left arm!

Pei Guichen staggered half a step and used his sword to support himself on the ground.

He knew that his hands were shaking badly, and after tonight, he was afraid that he would no longer be able to use the sword.

The blood from his left arm dripped from his fingertips and flowed along the water.

Pei Guichen sneered. After being reborn, he had never thought that he would be in such an embarrassing situation.

At this moment, suddenly, Xuan Changdu roared!

"Let Master Sheng Jue leave the city immediately! Otherwise I will kill her!"

Xuanyuan Fengran turned around at the sound, his dark eyes suddenly turned cold.

But when being held hostage by Xuan Changdu, the little girl remained very calm.

In the flames, the four looked into each other's eyes and suddenly understood each other.

In a flash, a feather arrow flew through the air from the direction of the inn's attic.

Xuan Changdu fell down in shock, holding his chest, and blood quickly spread behind him.

At this moment, something unexpected happened.

A cannon shot down like a meteor! !