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After everything was ready, Nalan Chuyun lit the misty incense, the aroma of the misty incense was very different, and the smell made people feel dreamlike, as if everything in front of him was illusory, and he was in an unreal dream. Pinshu.com

Yang Luo followed Nalan Chuyun's instructions, lay flat on the bed, closed his eyes, and gradually fell into a deep sleep under the urging of the blurry incense.

Yang Luo, who entered a state of sleep, only felt that he was in a dark, there was a faint white light flickering in front of the darkness, he subconsciously walked in the direction of the white light, and he didn't know how long he walked, he approached the place where there was light, and a corridor appeared in front of him, and the other end of the corridor led to the light.

Without hesitation, he walked into the corridor, and after walking for a long time, he walked through the corridor and came to a palace nearby.

There was a voice from the palace, he listened carefully, it was the voice of Yang Ze and the priests, he was overjoyed, hurriedly flew to the roof, pried open a few glazed tiles, and peeked down.

In the main hall, Yang Ze, who was dressed in imperial clothes, sat on the dragon chair, his face was full of sadness, and even his hair was a lot whiter.

A priest of the temple asked puzzledly: "Your Majesty, the Wing Clan has been completely wiped out and sealed, why are you still worried?"

Yang Ze glanced at the priest, sighed and said, "Recently, I have often had nightmares, in which those dead Wing Clan people and Ye Wuyi all came to me to ask for their lives, and I couldn't sleep and eat because of this, and my heart was extremely anxious. ”

The priests' faces changed and they talked a lot.

"Could it be that those Wing Clan people are resentful and have turned into ghosts to harass Your Majesty?"

"It can't be. The Wing Clan are fairies, and as long as the souls are still there and can be reborn after death, they will not turn into ghosts, and besides, all the Wing Clan people have been pushed to hell and sealed forever, and it is impossible for them to turn into ghosts to harass His Majesty. ”

"As the saying goes, you think about it day and night and dream about it, and it is very likely that Your Majesty himself usually thinks too much, and only later will he dream of those dead Wing Clansmen. ”

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Listening to the priests' discussions, Yang Ze's eyes flashed with a gloomy light, he hooked his lips and smiled, waved his hand and said, "You Aiqing don't have to worry too much about me, maybe it's because I think too much about it during the day." You have done a great job in suppressing the Wing Clan, but I have not rewarded you yet. Two days ago, the Western Shu Kingdom paid tribute to a jar of agar jade liquor from the top of the snow mountain, and I will reward you with that jar of agar jade liquor today. ”

After speaking, some palace maids brought a jar of wine, and the moment the wine was poured out of the jar, a strange aroma of wine overflowed, and even people who didn't like to drink were addicted to alcohol.

The palace maids poured a bowl of wine for each of the priests, and the priests drank it all greedily, and some people immediately exclaimed with great enjoyment: "Wow, it is worthy of the elixir and jade liquid from the top of the snow-capped mountain, it is really good...... Poof—"

In the middle of his sentence, the priest spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes went black, and he suddenly fell to the ground, bleeding and dying.

"Ahh

There was an exclamation in the hall, and soon, the priests vomited blood one by one and fell to the ground, and some priests looked at Yang Ze in front of them in confusion and questioned angrily.

"Why? Why are you poisoning us?"

Yang Ze sighed helplessly: "Ladies and gentlemen, don't blame me, I was cursed by Ye Wuyi because of the killing of the Wing Clan, and the nightmares I have every night are caused by Ye Wuyi's curse." The national teacher said, if you dispos of the priests who suppressed the Wing Clan, perhaps, the curse of my body can be lifted. ”

The priests were shocked, but they didn't expect that this ruthless emperor would actually poison these meritorious ministers in order to unravel his curse.

"To undo the curse of one of you, you have brutally murdered our faithful priests. You are so shameless, we curse you here, curse you for not having a good life in your life, and you will never live to be twenty years old!"

This curse suddenly exploded in the main hall like thunder, and with a "boom-" sound, the entire hall suddenly exploded, and Yang Luo, who was eavesdropping on the roof, was blown away.

"Ah——!!!h

A scream exploded in his ears, and the sleeping Yang Luo suddenly woke up.

Yang Luo's sudden awakening startled Li Qianzi and Nalan Chuyun, and when they looked back, they saw Yang Luo's face was pale, his face was covered with cold sweat, and his eyes flashed with anger.

"What did you just dream about?" Li Qianzi asked urgently.

Yang Luo sat up, stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his face, and said angrily: "I just saw it, it turns out that the curse that I won't live to be twenty years old is not given by the Wing Clan, but by the priests who are responsible for suppressing the Wing Clan!"

"Huh?"

Li Qianzi and Nalan Chuyun glanced at each other with a look of surprise.

So, Yang Luo told everything he had just seen in the dream, and Li Qianzi and Nalan Chuyun looked surprised after hearing it.

"The cunning rabbit died, and the lackeys cooked, probably this is the end. Nalan Chuyun sighed and said.

"Since ancient times, emperors have been so affectionate, let alone unscrupulous emperors like Yangluo. ”

After Li Qianzi complained disdainfully, he asked, "There was no mention in the previous life dream just now about how to unlock the seal of the Wing Clan, so will your majesty enter the dream realm of your past life to investigate again?"

Nalan Chuyun glanced at Yang Luo and said helplessly: "Then let's try it once." ”

Subsequently, Yang Luo once again entered the dream realm of his previous life with the help of misty incense.

Unexpectedly, the next few dreams were not smooth, Yang Luo seemed to be able to dream of something terrible every time, as soon as he woke up and went crazy, Nalan Chuyun had to use pills to calm him down, and when he returned to normal, he reluctantly said that he had forgotten what happened in the dream.

Li Qianzi and his apprentice thought that he was too tired to remember the content of the dream, so they let him rest for a day.

However, in the next few days, the dream situation was similar to the first day, and Yang Luo couldn't remember the content of the dream almost every time, which made Li Qianzi and the others very puzzled.

"Why can't Your Majesty always remember the content of the dream in his previous life?" Li Qianzi looked puzzled.

Maybe he didn't want to remember it. Nalan Chuyun explained.

Li Qianzi's eyes sank, and he thought to himself, Yang Luo was dark, he couldn't remember the content of the dream, I don't know if it was to delay time, or if he had any other ideas.

The Wing Clan had been sealed away for too long and could not be dragged on any longer.

Li Qianzi thought about it for a while, and proposed to Nalan Chuyun that her second uncle Duanmu Qi open the power of the Eight Desolation Divine Mirror to send her into Yangluo's dream realm in her previous life, and she would personally investigate the method of unlocking the seal of the Wing Clan.

She had relied on the power of the Eight Desolation Divine Mirrors to go to Yangluo's nightmare before, and she believed that she could do it this time.

Nalan Chuyun agreed to her proposal, and immediately let Duanmu Qi enter the palace, using the power of the Eight Desolation Divine Mirror to let Li Qianzi enter Yangluo's dream.

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