Hades doesn't know

With the withering of Nihai Chongfan, the army of the Black Sea Sen Prison surged into the plight, and the forces of the plight, mainly Taoism, also gathered people to fight against it. However, due to the resurgence of the complicated past between the North and the South, there are internal worries First, there was the enmity against Quan Yu, and later there was the resentment against Tian Qiang.

However, Sen Prison is not...

As a miraculous organization that has never stopped infighting from its appearance to its exit, the first thing Prince Xuanmie did when he was in trouble was to find a way to kill Prince Xuanxiao. The result so far is that he indirectly killed his wife Tianyu It is estimated that Xuan Xiao's revenge will be in these few days; and besides the two of them, the dormant black queen is also waiting for an opportunity to act, trying to destroy the king of Hades and subvert the regime. How could the King of Hades be as weak as he appears on the surface...

Xuan Yu watched the whole process while eating melons. He thought that after Xuan Tong became king, he would write a national anthem and paste it on the wall of Jia Luo Hall.

Having said that, as an absolute neutral, Qian Yuzhuan will not allow herself to favor any side in this battle for imperial power, but this does not prevent trouble from coming to her door. On the one hand, Xuan Mie is somewhat threatening to her. On the other hand, he has to deal with Xuan Xiao who is determined to kill Tian Luozi.

Xuan Xiao is bound to kill Tian Luozi, and no one can stop it... On the table case is a piece of white paper with several names written on it. Sitting in front of the case, Qian Yuzhe pondered for a long time looking at these names , the pen he lifted was still hanging on the "Tianluozi". A moment later, he put down the pen but paused when he was about to cross out the name. At this moment, Hong Yao pushed the door open and entered——

It is hopeless in this life to expect her to learn how to knock on the door.

"What are you doing?" Going to the case and looking down, she saw a bunch of people's names and messy lines, she frowned, then took a pen and drew a big cross very smartly, crossed out all the names, and threw He wrote: "If you kill them all, you don't have to bother."

"That has your name on it, too."

She looked down again and it was true, the name of Qian Yuzhe was attached alone, with a question mark next to it.

She raised her head, narrowed her eyes slightly, and said quietly: "You don't have to be so ambiguous, all I have is hostility towards you."

"Hey, save my life to find the red life."

"Hmph..." Hong Yao saw the ink stain on Tian Luozi's name, which was the trace of ink dripping when the pen refused to fall for a long time, "Do you really have feelings for Tian Luozi? I thought you were just pretending of."

"At least it's deeper than your feelings for me."

"That doesn't go anywhere, does it?"

"I'm talking about your dislike for me." Qian Yupian waved away the pen and paper, and ended the daily work of bickering, only to see Hong Yao propped up on the table with one hand, flipped over the table and sat on it with a lift of her legs , bent over to approach him with a charming posture, but he preempted him and said, "Don't be seen."

Hong Yao chuckled: "Xiao Ruoye is in the next room."

"I mean……"

"National Prime Minister! I just found traces of someone breaking in!"

Hong Yao turned her head back a little stiffly, revealing a rare look of entanglement: "Xuan...Zao...Prince?"

How did you [beep——] appear here? !

Qian Yuzhe said secretly and quickly: "He came many days ago, and you were not there at that time."

Xuanzao put down his small hammer, "It's you Hongji, why are you sitting on the table of the Prime Minister?"

"Because I..." Hong Yao stood up slowly, pulled out a hypocritical smile, and quickly changed the subject: "Why is Prince Xuanzao in Yuxin's nest?"

"Of course I will stay to protect the Prime Minister!"

"You protect... him?" Hong Yao was speechless and speechless, "That's really hard work for the prince..."

"How can you call it hard work. After all, Hong Ji, you have to be polite to the Prime Minister. How can you be so reckless and rude as his concubine Ji? Do you remember the virtue of a woman? Apologize to the Prime Minister."

Hong Yao took a deep breath, Qian Yuzhuan felt that she was going to kill someone...

She leaned over: "I... I know I was wrong, so please forgive me, Mr. Prime Minister. I won't bother you two anymore, and I will resign."

She won't come back this time... Qian Yuzhuan couldn't restrain a smile, how should I put it... There is a subtle sense of pleasure seeing her slumped, leaving Xuanzao is indeed a correct decision.

"What are you laughing at, Prime Minister?"

"I am very moved to see the prince defending me so much."

……

In the woods, Hong Yao flicked his sleeves angrily, and the crimson aura it brought up left a deep scorched mark on the ground.

She shouldn't be such an impulsive person, what kind of insult has she never endured, so what is a mere apology?But she just didn't want to bow her head to Qian Yuxian, but he couldn't.

She is tired of this disguise, she must find Chi Ming as soon as possible and restore her true identity.

Chi Ming... where are you?

"Where should I go now?" She thought for a moment and made a decision in her heart——

"Go to the demon market first to retrieve the weapons."

……

The sky was gloomy and the wind was cold.On the other side of the coast, there is a strange city of monster dealers, a mysterious country. The weird rules and oppressive atmosphere make outsiders dare not act rashly. The dead trading is a unique phenomenon here.

Hong Yao stepped into the Animal Collection after a long absence. Before, she entrusted the craftsman here to make weapons for her, and now it has been a long time since she should get it back.

It is still the familiar scene and taste in memory, her five senses have become more sensitive unconsciously, and here is carrying her heavy past, but it is not something that cannot be mentioned, not just because no one asked, not answering just because No need, now that she has vented her emotions, she can calmly face the demon market.

Opening the heavy door, the wind chime hanging on the door keeps ringing, which is caused by some kind of animal bone, I think it should belong to human beings.

"Flying snow is blowing and it's cold, remembering several times of cold and heat. Now the jackdaw is leaning on the building alone, asking where to go home."

"The dead hate your poems and moan without illness."

A hoarse voice sounded, followed by a man with white beard and hair. His stooped and emaciated body seemed to be vulnerable, if he didn't see the heavy casting hammer in his hand.

Hong Yao was not annoyed, and his attitude could even be called respectful: "It's been a long time, old man Duzhou. I'm here to fetch the weapon you forged for me. I hope you won't let me down."

"This is the worst weapon made by the dead." A rusty sword appeared in the old man's withered palm—if it could be called a sword at all.

The red medicine caught what he threw. This old sword, like a waste product, is as old as garbage that has been abandoned for a long time. The black and yellow rust completely conceals its original appearance. The heavy weight does not conform to the shape. If handyness is the proper evaluation of a weapon, then this sword is useless to her.

"Not bad." She slowly stroked the mottled blade and the blunt blade, and said in admiration, "It's exactly what I want."

"You know what to do."

"Yes, of course I know. It must be awakened with a lot of blood. Only by killing can it reveal its true colors."

"You can't do it here."

"Don't worry, I don't want to kill here yet."

"maybe one day."

"Maybe not."

Wrapping the rusty sword with red silk, she put it away, turned around and left: "The reward has already been paid, and I was in Chuuxue Pavilion back then."

"The Immortal still remembers the look in your eyes at that time. You said that everyone will pay the price, but now it has become a bargaining chip."

"It's not important anymore." She said lightly, "It has nothing to do with you."

She used to think that burning down Fuxue Pavilion would make her free, and she also thought that killing everyone who touched her would make her free, but it was all useless. In the end, it was Bifeng Falcon who saw the truth.

The only people she hated were her parents.

When she was leaving, she suddenly asked: "Is there a man in a dark red cassock and holding an iron bowl who came to the demon market?"

"No."

"Farewell."

Pippala has never been back to the demon market, so what is he waiting for?