Chinese Dynasty, Duchen Palace.

It was late at night. There was silence in the huge palace. Under the eaves, the palace lanterns hung swaying in the wind. The maids watching the night couldn't resist the exhaustion and fell asleep. Only in the room, the white candles were still burning tirelessly, faintly.

The light illuminated a small world.

The people in the house are always sleeping.

"Master, it's late at night, please stop looking at these things and go and have a rest." Hetong watched his master sleeplessly looking at things and thinking about people, feeling a little bit of resentment towards Beiling in his heart.

Si Yanlan ignored him and continued to play with the graffiti that Beiling had made when she had nothing to do. At that time, she had been laughing at her poor painting skills. She did not know anything about the paintings and had no artistic conception. Now it seems that these

It was so meaningful - at least after she left, he could still look at these paintings and miss her, instead of thinking about nothing. In that case, he thought he would go crazy.

"Master, it's been three years. People cannot be resurrected after death. If the princess knew that you missed her like this, she would also feel uneasy." Hetong continued to persuade.

"Master, your body can no longer withstand your torture. You must know this better than me. Why are you hurting yourself like this? Even if you continue like this, the princess will not be able to survive.

!Master, please, don’t hurt yourself like this anymore. Look at you, you haven’t had a good meal for a long time! Master, even if you don’t think about yourself, you have to think about Concubine Song. She has already

I've been kneeling outside the door for a long time, and I'm still pregnant. It's really too much for me, Master!"

Si Yanlan raised his eyes and looked at He Tong coldly. He Tong was frightened by this look and immediately fell silent and said nothing more.

The master's temper is no longer as gentle as before. Now it has become unstable and moody. Except for Butler Li Mu, who can guess some of the master's thoughts, the others don't understand the master at all.

Is it really okay to torment yourself like this for a woman?

Is this what is called deep love?

Hetong has never experienced love between men and women, he doesn't understand this.

"The concubine is banned until she gives birth to a child." After Si Yanlan finished speaking, he put away the paintings spread out on the table and entered the inner room.

Hetong breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his master had gone to rest, so he felt relieved and retreated.

When he went out, he saw the unfinished painting of a lady. He Tong's throat tightened and his heart trembled. The person in the painting was none other than the princess who had been dead for three years - Mu Beiling!

Master, my love is really deep.

Hetong was speechless and quietly retreated.

Inner room.

Si Yanlan lay on the bed and took out a delicate small porcelain bottle from his arms. This porcelain bottle was not given by anyone else, but the porcelain bottle that Bei Ling filled with medicine before he left. He still keeps it.

The elixir inside has been eaten, and now only the porcelain bottle is left. Si Yanlan stroked the body of the porcelain bottle, recalling the short but beautiful moments between the past and Beiling.

"Beiling..." He whispered her name silently.

The longing in my heart has already overflowed.

The saddest thing in the world is not that the person you love dies, but that you had the ability to save her but didn't, and watched her die before your eyes, watching her helplessly fall off the cliff.

Now, he feels more guilty than full of love.

If, at that time, he had not fallen ill; if, at that time, his power had surpassed him; if, at that time, he had not cared about the lives of the three thousand prisoners, could he have saved her? Could he, too?

Will he fall off a cliff and die?

"Ling'er, Ling'er...I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's my fault...Ling'er..." It is said that men don't shed tears lightly, but at this moment, his face was full of tears, he was in pain,

In guilt, in regret, it is a pity that there is no do-over in life, there is not so much in life, there are so many ifs...

Half a month later.

Beiling worked hard without resting much along the way, and finally arrived at the Mohe River Basin, one of the three great mysteries of the Xuangu Continent, two thousand miles away from the Poquan Dynasty within half a month.

No one can imagine that the headquarters of Xueluo Palace is under Mohe River.

Mohe, as the third of the three mysterious mysteries of Xuangu, has been said to be extremely miraculous by the world. Mohe is very wide and long, and you can’t see the edge at a glance. There is no life in the water of Mohe, and no living thing can survive in it. Therefore,

The water of the Mohe River has always been turbid. And according to the old people, if someone crosses the Mohe River and reaches the other side, they may accidentally divert the water of the Mohe River.

, then this person will be a stranger to the whole world, and will not know anyone, not even himself. It is equivalent to a newborn baby, full of curiosity about the world, and has no ability to live. It can only gradually become cold due to the cold.

Starve to death. In this way, there is a saying: after crossing the Mo River, one stranger is friends and relatives, two strangers are oneself, and three strangers are strangers to the world.

However, Beiling created a myth - she created her empire under the water of Mohe - Xueluo Palace - an organization with a powerful intelligence network and countless top killers.

No one can imagine how much power she used to open up a parallel space, create an underwater Blood Palace, and achieve her great achievements.

"Ling'er, Xueluo Palace is under Mohe." Just by glancing at the calm Mohe Lake, Yao Qianzhu already knew the specific location of Xueluo Palace.

Beiling didn't notice any difference at all. He noticed it so quickly and nodded calmly: "Well, let's go."

After saying that, he used his spiritual power to drain the lake water to both sides, and a stone staircase leading to the water soon appeared in front of Yao Qianzhu.

Yao Qianzhu's eyes darkened, and he walked down the stone steps without saying anything.

Beiling followed him behind.

Without the obstruction of external forces, the lake soon returned to its original calmness, covering up the stone steps that were invisible to ordinary people.

As he kept walking down, Yao Qianzhu's face became darker and darker, dark waves flowed in his eyes, and he couldn't clearly see the emotions inside.

"Here, did you create it?" he asked.

"Yes. I came here by chance, and after discovering this passage, I created a parallel world." Bei Ling said in a calm and calm manner, describing the hardships in this process. His tone was like saying: One plus one is equal to

2. This kind of question is really easy. The tone is very calm.

"Very good." Yao Qianzhu said.

Apart from these two words, he really couldn't think of any other words to describe it.

However, he understands the hardships involved.

He also created a parallel world for one person, but unfortunately, it was destroyed by his own hands in the end.

Yao Qianzhu smiled.

After all, it is she who has such great ability to create a new world.

Ling'er, you are so powerful that I have to become stronger.

However, this is good...
Chapter completed!