Chapter 1

An oil lamp died out.

Mu Cen only felt that his hair had been uprooted, and there was no place in his body that belonged to him. The stinging pain made her howl.

A sharp blade makes bone.

The pungent smell of blood, constantly into the nose, she desperately beg for mercy, but the limbs were nailed to the stake. Every time I struggle, the pain in my heart makes me scream.

She was conscious.

But the ear is mu Zhihua's voice: "emperor, after seeing these, I can't sleep well at night."

"Aifei, when I imprison the soul of this enchantress here, and then deal with the remaining evils around her, no one can harm Aifei." Li Shiyuan held Mu Zhihua in his arms, but he said it was extremely cold.

Mu Cen's residual consciousness just looked at the scenes in front of him.

He Xiang screamed, naked, and the blade ran over her spine. She could not survive, but could only kill herself in such extreme pain.

No one in Fengqing palace was spared.

Mu Cen's eyes gradually turn from pleading to indifference. The physical pain is not as cruel as the psychological torture. The lives of Fengqing palace disappear one by one in front of Mu Cen.

In the corner of the dungeon, however, lies the body of a baby.

It was the prince Mu Cen gave birth in October, but now because of a sentence of Mu Zhi's painting, his heart has been hollowed out and become a drug guide.

And she had never held her baby in her own hands.

She is the legitimate daughter of King Mu's house and the queen of the state of Zhou, but she eventually became a chess piece. From the day she came back to the house, every step was a trap. However, she was so soft-hearted that she mistakenly believed others, which eventually involved dozens of lives in Fengqing Palace and her own flesh and blood.

Mercury continued to penetrate into her muscles, completely splitting her muscles and skin.

Finally, Mu Cen broke his teeth and said: "Mu Zhihua, Li Shiyuan, I will let you pay for your blood, I will..."

In the dungeon, it was filled with the shrill cry of seeping people, which stopped for a long time. The oppressive atmosphere made people dare not breathe.

……

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Gu Fu.

Around the dark, pungent smell of blood constantly pouring into the nasal cavity, when Mu Cen sober, found himself in the well Bi side of the secret passage.

And there was still a scream of panic in my ear, mixed with the sound of sword piercing and pulling out. The killing never stopped.

There are continuous drops of fresh blood on the well, completely annihilated at the bottom of the well.

Mu Cen was in a trance for a moment.

In the bronze mirror, Mu Cen saw his 16-year-old self.

The white skin of the past was scratched with blood by the thick rock wall. The pale pink couplet Ru was broken, and the black hair was tied in a bun, but it had become messy.

But even if embarrassed, but also can't stop Mu Cen's beautiful face, eyes in the dark but appear bright God.

Just in such a look, but unexpectedly a little more bloody.

She didn't expect that she was framed by Mu Zhihua in her last life and died miserably. Now, when God opened her eyes, she was 16 years old.

The starting point of all nightmares.