Yue Wangfu.

The surging rainy night, the black and oppressive heavy rain, covered the heavy mansion of the Yue Wangfu, and the blue-black marble flashed with an ancient and oppressive light.

Because the rain was so heavy that it hurt a little when I hit my body.

The gatekeeper dodged like this, and when he came back to his senses, he found that there was an extra white package at the door.

The bag of color-preserving brocade was wrapped and thrown on the ground, bulging a bag, and what made people creepy was that the white package was soaked with blood that was constantly oozing out.

The heavy rain was blowing down, and it couldn't wash away the blood.

One of the guards dared to go up to inspect it, and when he opened the package, a scream immediately poured out of his throat, and he fell backwards in fright.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, tearing a scarlet hole in the sky.

The storm slanted down, and the human head, illuminated by lightning, turned pale, and its pupils widened with fear.

Before he died, he was terrified.

On such a strange night, the Yue Wangfu suddenly received this head, and the guards did not dare to delay, and immediately lifted the head and rushed all the way into the house.

When I arrived at King Yue's study, I dared to stop.

The study is located in a corner of the courtyard, and the courtyard is planted with white begonia flowers.

The white petals bloom on the branches, and the middle is dotted with a light yellow, which is so beautiful that people can't bear to trample on it.

It came too violently, and the white begonias on the branches fell one after another, broke away from the branches, and fell all over the ground.

The yard was paved with a sea of white flowers.

The guards had just rushed to the gate of the courtyard with their heads on their heads, and suddenly saw a gray figure in the midst of the storm, slender and tall.

He held an oil-paper umbrella and stood under a begonia tree.

didn't move, just kept his head slightly up, looking at the white begonias that kept falling, and his back looked particularly Xiao Liao on this stormy night.

Just when the guard was about to speak, he suddenly heard the man standing under the tree seem to whisper softly: "Begonia flowers bloom, begonia flowers fall, midnight leakage, time passes." ”

It's like a short poem, recited carefully, more like a short word that expresses emotion.

There is a sense of amazement that cannot be relieved.

The guards didn't quite understand what this meant, but the rain fell a little heavier, and they saw the person standing under the shadow of the tree turn around, and it was His Royal Highness King Yue.

Before the guards could speak, a flash of disgust flashed on Zhan Yue's troubled face.

He frowned and said disgustedly: "Take the dirty thing in your hand away, don't stain the begonia flowers in the garden of this king."

Such a noble and sacred begonia, I can't see the blood.

The guard knew that the white begonia of this Begonia Pavilion was the favorite of King Yue, and no one was allowed to touch it, so he hurriedly carried the head and withdrew from the courtyard.

Outside the door, he respectfully reported: "Wang, someone sent a human head just now, and my subordinates saw that the matter was not trivial, so they rushed to inform you!" ”

This is no small matter.

"Head?"

Zhan Yue stood in the sea of flowers, the gray brocade clothes were obviously depressed, and the flowers fell on his shoulders, adding a bit of delicate vividness.

"Yes, it's a human head, and that human head is still a killer in Xifu."

Xifu, Zhan Yue knows it well, and it belongs to Qiu Fengyi.

It was set up by the War Emperor himself, and it was handed over to Qiu Fengyi, and the Xifu had a ruthless style and acted strangely, killing countless officials who opposed the War Emperor.

Notoriety, no one is afraid.

But he knew that it was a secret force in the war, and no one dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

And because it is not directly controlled by the War Emperor, no one has any evidence to dare to say that the War Emperor is not a word.

He is the emperor and controls the lives of all people in the world.