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

A thought suddenly came to Po, and he looked vigilantly towards the easternmost part of the Black Lake.

There was also a huge mottled bronze door there, but it was already half open.

Behind the huge gate is a bronze corridor that exudes a chill.

Pei Guichen, who was also badly injured by Xian Zhi, stood in front of the bronze door with cold and complicated eyes.

Looking at each other, she recalled the giant lizard egg and the original string weaving plant. These two rare treasures were just among the things Pei Guichen was looking for when he entered the underground cave.

The second is that he joined forces with Bai Zhe.

Her uncle Feng Ran, who plotted against her, was charged with the crime of patricide.

She would never let him succeed. A Bao, who had a plan in mind, wanted to stand up, but her wrist was grabbed. She looked back in confusion and saw that on the shore of the underground black lake, in the frost-like moonlight pouring down from the crack in the ground above their heads, water drops kept dripping down the wet black-robed uncle's hair.

And his burning hands were shaking.

"Uncle?" Confused, Abao sat back down.

“…Abao.” The black-robed king lowered his eyes and stared at the pair of hands that were desperately holding on to him in the roaring wind blades.

Covered with scars and blood scabs.

But she has been afraid of pain and suffering since she was a child.

The black-robed king endured the sweet and fishy taste in his throat, but could not bear the pain in his heart. This time, his princess not only suffered enough pain, but also had to drink the bitter black medicine.

Thinking of this, the brutality and coldness that had been hidden for many years raged in the depths of his dark eyes.

He was afraid that he couldn't hold her tightly enough, and he was also afraid that holding her too tightly would hurt her wound.

His hands were shaking even more violently.

"You should walk cleanly towards the throne in the Taiji Hall." The black-robed King raised his eyes, his voice hoarse but gentle: "You shouldn't dirty your hands because of me."

Hearing this, A Bao lowered her eyes in astonishment, while the black-robed uncle gently and lovingly stroked her cheek. His sad expression clearly showed that he had guessed what Pei Bai and the others were planning.

No matter what, someone has to take the blame for the death of the King of Qin.

And he chose to send her away cleanly.

Then bear all the blame, suspicion, and even resentment and anger alone.

"...Uncle, please don't mess around!" Before she finished her words, he released her wrist.

In a flash, the man in black robe passed by her decisively.

Suddenly! There was a loud bang!! She turned around in panic and was stunned.

Bai Zhe, who was crashing into the wall of the underground cave with his sword, fell to the ground dejectedly. He raised his eyes coldly, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his hand, and raised his sword to meet the fierce sword moves of the black-robed king!

When Po finally saw Bai Zhe's swordsmanship with his own eyes, he was surprised to find that his swordsmanship was quite high!

After dozens of fierce and clanging moves, the black-robed king became ruthless. In the flash of swords and sabers, the black sword in his hand pierced through Bai Zhe's shoulder blade and nailed him into the broken wall of the cave! !

Bai Zhe frowned in pain, and the black-robed king approached him fiercely, his voice extremely cold: "How will the world view King Feng Ran's patricide?"

"You shouldn't bother my A-bao to answer this question."

Hearing this, Bai Zhe endured the severe pain in his bleeding left shoulder and realized that there was no warmth of a living person in the eyes of the black-robed king, only uncontrollable and cold murderous intent.

"Who is the criminal who killed the King of Qin?"

"I will answer you now——"

King Feng Ran, who had been on the battlefield for a long time and was always called a fierce and evil spirit, said in a voice as cold as frost and snow: "King Qin fought against the barbarians at Tulong Pass, but why did he die in the Western Frontier and become a human sacrifice parasitized by the string weaving?!"

As the two faced each other, Bai Zhe felt a chill in his heart.

The black-robed king was furious, and every word he said was as sharp as a knife: "As the heir of King Jialuo, how did you know that King Qin was trapped at the bottom of the Black Lake?!"

The black-robed king twisted the sword that had stabbed into Bai Zhe's left shoulder until Bai Zhe broke out in a cold sweat. His eyes became colder and colder as he asked, "The matter of the Qin King being sacrificed. Who planned it at the Dragon Slaughter Pass in the northern border? You know it best, don't you? Young Master of the Barbarian Tribe."

The black sword under the winter moon has a cold and sparkling edge.

In the silence, light and shadow made Bai Zhe's face increasingly obscure.

Sure enough, King Feng Ran guessed his identity.

After a long while, Bai Zhe did not answer, but sneered: "If you kill me, you will not be able to leave this cave."

"You mean - the Scorpion Cavalry?" The black-robed King's deep voice was as cold as ice, full of disgust: "How dare you threaten Abao with the death of the King of Qin. Bai Muliang! You actually expect the Scorpion Cavalry to save your life?"

Before he finished speaking, A Bao shouted, "Pei Guichen! Can't you guess?! Bai Muliang took the jade slip! He wanted to use the mineral veins to lure the tribes in Western Xinjiang!!"

Hearing this, Bai Muliang looked at Princess Daqi who could actually see through his plan.

Not stupid. He turned and looked towards the huge bronze door at the far east, as if thinking about something.

Pei Guichen, who had been watching indifferently, looked at him coldly.

In the silent confrontation, he said: "It is rare that King Feng Ran is seriously injured. Master Pei, are you really going to give up and kill him here?"

Unexpectedly, Pei Guichen, who was stroking the hilt of the sword, chuckled coldly: "The tribes in Western Xinjiang are just like a pile of scattered sand, not a big threat. But if one day, the tribes in Western Xinjiang form an alliance for a huge benefit, it will be like gathering sand to form a tower."

Hearing this, Abao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Pei Guichen was in a disheveled white robe, his eyes were calm and cold: "Young Master Mu Liang, what makes you think I will let you become more powerful in Western Xinjiang and eventually make the tribes in Western Xinjiang escape from the control of Futu Mountain?"

"Young Master Muliang has great ambitions." Pei Guichen slowly raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it coldly at Bai Muliang: "And I, beside my bed, don't like others to sleep soundly."

Seeing that he was unable to win over Pei Guichen, Bai Muliang mocked in a deep voice.

"Master Futu, King Fengran of the Northern Frontier, how can I entertain you two so casually?"

Before he finished speaking, there were footsteps approaching hurriedly! !

There was also the sound of an iron chain dragging on the ground, which was very familiar to Abao.

Filled with horror, she looked towards the west of the Black Lake, and saw the bronze corridor next to Bai Muliang.

Suddenly, a sharp and eerie flute sound was heard.