Chapter 872

Just break a seal, how to let the dark woman fly away?!

The hell woman is gone, still playing ball!

Yu Wenhao's eyes widened, and he was not calm for a moment.

But before he rushed to ask for responsibility, he saw that the vermicelli floating in the air suddenly seemed to have an active life and orderly lined up in the air.

In a short time, two lines appeared in the middle of the sky -

[without any insult, the emperor signed a letter, blood went to the battlefield, and tears were dyed in Cong Yun. 】

[where the clouds are deep away, the red flowers will become children, where Haoman will be, the tears will become blood. 】

at the same time, great changes have taken place on the wall where mingpo appeared before.

I saw that the wall, which still had the smell of green light and rotten corpse, suddenly became black, covered with black fog, dense and frightening.

In the rolling black air, looming two bloody red characters - Hell prison.

On the whole, this is a door leading to the abyss.

Around and in the middle of the two characters of "hell", there are five deeply embedded palmprints on a white background.

The four palmprints around are obviously slightly larger, and the palmprint in the middle is slightly smaller.

Red and white, the meaning is obvious.

Everyone was attracted.

Seeing the scene in front of them, Yu Wenhao's group fell into suspicion one after another -

"hell prison? Is this the gate to hell? "

"Look at the two lines above. Are they the key to hell?"

"Isn't that obvious? The key to the door must have something to do with the poem. "

"The above poetry is easy to understand, but it is chaotic and out of order."

"Don't break the poetry, pick out the list of words..."

A few people, you say a word, I say a word.

Soon, they found out the rules in the poem and got the answer.

The above line is a Tibetan poem: blood stained by four emperors.

The following line is the poem at the end of Tibet: the blood of Chu and Zi.

There are just five people, five handprints and five locks.

But the answer is obvious, but which four emperors are they?

Yu Wenhao's ears were raised as they pondered, trying to overhear something from their conversation.

Mu Ziling automatically skips the poem at the end of the collection, and she is also deeply puzzled about which four emperors are.

Seeing the cool face of long Xiaoyu around him, he didn't seem to be thinking. Mu Ziling asked: "which four do you know?"

Long Xiaoyu nodded, light way: "still short of one, afraid is a little trouble."

Mu Zi night smell speech, suddenly pursed lips ha to smile a: "trouble what trouble?"? Isn't it a coincidence that these four emperors are far away from the horizon and close at hand? "

As he joked, he scanned Chu Yao, Ouyang Feiyu, and long Xiaoli, and finally settled on AO Lingyun, who rarely spoke: "do you think so? Ning Yun

Ao Lingyun's hand on the armrest of the wheelchair was slightly stiff.

"Ning Yun? Why does the name sound so familiar? I'd rather... " Chu Yao narrowed his eyes and pondered, then suddenly remembered: "Ning Yun Is it not the abducted little prince whom Nanfeng country has been looking for in recent years

"Isn't it? But was he abducted That's something to say. "

See the man in white on the wheelchair, no reaction, Mu Zi night eye color flow, talk.

"It is said that the little prince of Nanfeng was gifted and intelligent since he was a child. He was deeply loved by the Nanfeng emperor Ning Guang. Unfortunately, the little prince was too sharp. He was mutilated by his hands and feet in a battle for the reserve ten years ago. Although he survived later, he was abandoned by the royal family because of his disabled legs."

“…… What's strange is that three years after the little prince was abandoned, Nanfeng royal family died one after another. What is unknown is that those people who died suddenly had something to do with the people who killed the little prince in those years. Do you think it's a coincidence? "

Mu ziye's words are almost to dig out the little-known history of Nanfeng country one by one.

Don't say Chu Yao those several people, Mu Zi Ling a strange world all heard surprised.

She approached Mu Zi night and asked in a low voice, "how can you even know this royal secret?"

Mu Zi night was not angry and knocked on her forehead: "how long have we been apart? Have you forgotten my name, brother? "

Mu Ziling said nothing.

This fake Bai Xiaosheng of the river and lake also speaks the truth and makes amazing remarks.

It's really strange.

Mu Zi night glanced at Ao Lingyun, who was still sitting in a wheelchair and calm as the wind, and said slowly: "otherwise, let me talk about how the little prince survived after he was abandoned?"

Ao Lingyun's hand on the armrest was suddenly blue, but his voice was calm and introverted: "I have no injustice or hatred with you. Why do you have such a strange and sharp voice?"Mu Zi night did not approve of ground to smile: "so, you this is to recognize?"

Ao Lingyun chuckled and said in a light tone: "there is no peaceful cloud in the world, and there is no south wind in the world. Is it important to recognize or not?"

"It doesn't matter." Mu Zi night shrugged: "but you can not cover up the south wind royal blood, for now, very important."

A word awakens the dreamer.

Yu Wenhao suddenly realized: "so you mean that the blood of the four emperors refers to the blood of the imperial families of the four countries in the past?"

Mu ziye is noncommittal.

Yu Wenhao's heart brightened.

Although the former four countries no longer exist, but the sons of the royal family of the four countries, the presence is not neat?

Ouyang Feiyu in Beining, Chuyao in Qinglan, longxiaoli in Jialuo, ningyun in Nanfeng.

Is that what it's meant to be?

They are destined to win the glory.

Consciousness and this, Yu Wenhao mouth raised smile can't cover up, he glanced at the four royal blood in the team: "I don't know four can doubt?"

All four were silent.

"Now that this is the case, what else do you need to discuss?" Ouyang Feiyu sighed and stood out first.

Seeing that he cut his palm and successfully dyed the white print on the door into blood, the other three hesitated for a while and then came forward one after another.

Sihuang is no problem.

But here. Son

Yu Wenhao's eyes turned, and naturally fell on Murong Xing, who was eating the sugar gourd without any distractions: "this little girl, you..."

He wanted to ask something, but it was a little hard to say.

After a long struggle, he turned to Mu Ziling and said, "Miss mu, as you can see, we can't do without each other. We are responsible for the four emperors Thank you, little girl

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