"Ah... Ah!..." The voice of the bodyguard was not heard, and the black fog was gradually dispersed like the wind. When I lowered my head, I could see what bodyguard was under me? There's only one piece of dry and shriveled clothes left. Wait, clothes?! Are those clothes the same? And the black smoke, isn't it the ghost I saw before?
All of a sudden, mingyuejun seems to have realized something, but before she can fully understand it, she has been surrounded by more than ten swords, and the swordsman is just a pair of bodyguards who came later.
"Where's the devil?! How dare you hurt people in my palace? " The bodyguard cried.
"Hurt people?! no I didn't kill them It can be said that a wave has not been leveled, a wave has started again, and it has not been reflected from the incident just now, or even there is no time to be afraid. Mingyuejun finds that he seems to be trapped in a fatal misunderstanding, so he argues urgently.
"Joke! Do you want to deny what we have seen with our own eyes? " At this point, the chief bodyguard suddenly asked: "hearing what you said, is there anyone else killed?"
"Me
"Let's go and look for it!" Without waiting for mingyuejun to speak, the chief bodyguard's order has been given.
"No!" Two bodyguards took the sword and went. After a while, he came with several sets of bodyguard's clothes and said, "report to the bodyguard! We found eight pieces of clothes over there. They are all from the palace guards. There are two pieces here, eight pieces in all. Please have a look at them
"Good! But the sum of ten is right! " The chief bodyguard checked the clothes one by one, and his face was sad. The other bodyguards were the same. He thought that this woman was the murderer who killed her good brother who had worked together for many years. Everyone could not hide their anger. It seemed that they could kill her at any time with a sword.
"Not me! It's not me! I'm just an ordinary person. I don't know martial arts. I haven't practiced any magic. I have no ability to kill them! Please believe me Mingyuejun sincerely asked again and again, "if I'm really so powerful, how can I be so easily caught by you? I didn't kill these people, I didn't
"Take it back! We'll deal with it after we've made it known to your majesty! " The chief bodyguard thought for a moment and ordered.
"No!" Several bodyguards came, tied mingyuejun and took him away.
At noon, it's a rare sunny day, and the warm sun at the end of winter is shining on people, so they feel comfortable and drowsy. If mingyuejun is not tied to the fire rack, waiting for Sanwei zhenhuo to kill the demon, he must be happy for this rare sunny day. But it's hard to know what happened in the world. Who wants to get a pair of mandarin ducks who were still affectionate last night? Now one is in a coma, and the other is about to burn out.
Here, it is the ancestral hall of the Qing Xu royal family, the largest temple of the Qing Xu state - Fuxi Temple scaffold. All around the scaffold, the guards stood guard, with no expression on their faces. Many of them were familiar faces. It was they who were on the court that day, in full view of the public, testified that they had turned into a black fog, complaining spirit and absorbing essence.
Under the scaffold, a group of noble ministers stood solemnly. In front of them, one stood with his head high, his temples slightly white, and his genial temperament was quite similar to that of fengxueyang. With a short and hard mustache on his mouth, he just added some cunning meaning to his peaceful bearing.