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

The rapidly spinning blood-painted secret symbols turned into blood lines, entangled with the golden light in the sky.

In the bloody sea of ​​fire, the black-robed king lowered his eyes and suppressed his uneasiness. He carefully held the back of Abao's neck and deepened the bloody kiss.

Suddenly, as the blood-colored talisman array gathered, a beam of light rose from the ground and cleared away all the black fog.

Pei Guichen forcibly suppressed the sweet and fishy taste surging in his throat, clenched the sword in his hand, and sneered at himself.

Shadow Guard Vulture asked more than an hour ago.

"Master, you taught me not to do useless things. But...

"Forgive me for my offense, but if your relationship with that prince ends in failure..." Vulture said worriedly, "Will all the efforts you have made now be wasted?"

The vulture asked at the perfect time.

He knew that the black-robed king was the one following him in the dark.

"Can't hatred be transformed into love?"

"What's more, we once loved each other." When he fell off the cliff and lost consciousness, all his doubts and uncertainties were answered.

The past that I witnessed, and what Abao said - he wouldn't lie to me.

These are all evidences, proving that Abao gave him love.

So… “Why can’t I love again?”

"What has happened must be destiny. We are destined to have a result and Yuan Zhao."

Pei Guichen looked into the distance expressionlessly. The black-robed King was also caught in a mirage just now.

And they all escaped from the mirage by relying on the butterfly fire ignited by Po.

I think what the black-robed king experienced was not much different from what he experienced.

"Suspicion may not be fatal, but fear is bound to be heartbreaking." Pei Guichen sneered and mocked himself even more. He looked at the countless pieces of golden halos falling gently, and the innocent sacrifices who were thrown into the bottom of the black lake all let out mournful wails.

When Abao looked up upon hearing the voice, he was suddenly startled.

Among the countless rapidly flashing images, she actually saw a familiar face.

It is a decoration in the warm room of Fuxian Palace, so it should have happened last night?

Bai Cha was seen holding a man's hand, and the admiration in her eyes was more sincere than when she looked at Luo San.

But the look in Baicha's eyes was crazier than ever.

"Why can't I?!"

"Were all the kindness you've shown me since we were little fake?!"

Hearing this, the man said nothing. He just let Bai Cha get no response, and his eyes gradually filled with tears. "What do you care about?"

"Yes, I am your sister?"

"We don't need to get married. I don't need a legitimate status! If you want an heir, we can adopt one from the side branch of the Jialuo royal family."

"At worst..." Bai Cha's eyes were filled with tears, "You can live with another woman."

"But you have to swear that I'll always be the only one in your heart, okay? Promise me, okay?"

The last memory that Bai Cha wanted to keep most in his life turned out to be this.

So, who is the man?

A Bao, who could only see the man's profile, felt very sorry.

But after thinking for a while, she had another guess in her mind.

Just at this moment, the one she suspected stumbled towards her from the blazing butterfly fire.

Bai Zhe held the sword in his left hand and supported Luo Qian with his right hand, and stood in front of her.

Any mortal body that bumps into this mirror will be in the same state of disgrace.

But Bai Zhe just stared at her, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

Suddenly, blood and gold light shone together.

All the resentment, pain, resentment, regret and remorse will soon be smoothed out.

The sky covered with blazing sea of ​​fire was torn apart again.

In the ferocious black hole, Xianzhi opened up his silk net, stirring up a violent gust of wind that was even more like a giant monster, and the table that Po was standing on was shaking violently! !

The entire mirror stand was about to collapse!

The string burst out with a shrill, sharp noise again! !

Po hurriedly covered his ears, but the light arrow that broke through the air was already approaching him.

At the moment of life and death, the black-robed emperor uncle took one step to block her behind him and swung his two swords fiercely.

Perhaps it was because of this mirror that the black sword burst into a burst of cold light, and with a deafening clanging sound, he withstood the fatal blow from Xian Zhi, but Xian Zhi condensed more arrows full of murderous intent and aimed them at all of them.

The man who was related to the King of Qin by blood was not a threat to it! Xian Zhi finally realized that the one who was really trying to provoke it was the girl in the Baitang skirt.

How dare you use talismans to unlock the soul shackles of the Mirror Table!

Want to relocate it deep into the Mirror Terrace? !

Dream on! It's going to kill her!!

At this time, the vulture who came hurriedly saw this shocking change and was extremely worried: "Master! This string weaver is so powerful, how can we get its original plant?!"

A Bao turned around and saw Pei Guichen draw his sword from its sheath, facing Xian Zhi's stranglehold! !

They were now on the same boat, so naturally they had to kill Xian Zhi first. Thinking of this, she stared at his successive sword moves, and for the first time she hoped that Pei Guichen would win.

But his extremely ferocious and violent sword power was still no match for the light arrows that were secretly released by Xianzhi.

Pei Guichen, who was suddenly beaten back, used his sword to support himself, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and secretly gathered his strength. Xian Zhi, who was completely enraged, instantly burst out with a sharp noise that pierced his brain!

With a splitting headache, A Bao raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, but amidst the roaring noise, he heard the sound of subtle wriggling.

Following the sound and looking carefully, it turned out to be King Qin Lingfeng.

The black robe fell to the ground and he slowly walked towards them like a puppet hanging on a thread.

A Bao almost suddenly looked at his uncle.

The emperor's uncle was shrouded in blood, with dark eyes as deep as the abyss, and difficult to understand.

"I'm sorry, I have to..."

Before he finished speaking, seeing the veins on his uncle's knuckles gradually turning blue, Abao hesitated.

But thinking back to what happened just now, she apologized and said, "I have to kill him."

At this moment, a hint of cold light fell into the eyes of the black-robed uncle.

The black sword in his hand was filled with murderous intent, as if he was in pain and despair.

In the long silence, only his extremely cold voice could be heard.

"……I come."