The hall suddenly became very quiet, and Emperor Duanyang's face was flushed with water glowing in her eyes, and she dared not look at Liu Fuyi's face.
Princess Zhao's expression was a little weird, her left and right hands were clasped, and the pointed armor was tied to the back of her hand, and she seemed completely unconscious.
After a long time, Mu Sheng broke the silence: "Then what?"
His voice was calm, even indifferent, as if completely free from Di Ji's feelings of shame and grievance, without any interference, without any pity, Mu Yao was a little surprised. He raised his head.
The grievance and anger in Duanyang's eyes were even worse, and he was shaking with anger: "You are bold!"
Ling Miaomiao touched Mu Sheng's arm secretly, wanting him to take away the untimely smile, "His Royal Highness, don't blame Master Mu for being abrupt. He is impatient. We need to know the truth to protect you."
Liu Fuyi nodded and leaned forward: "Miao Miao is right. Your Royal Highness, don't have any worries, there are no outsiders here."
Duan Yang was comforted and somewhat aggrieved. The ground gritted his teeth and recalled painfully: "Then...then they tied the main palace to the pillar, in front of...in the presence of those Bodhisattvas, and pinched my neck..." The
nightmare ended, Po Tian Red clouds. In the dark and empty hall, the fire dragon spread quickly along every beam and every pillar, and the thick smoke billowed, covering the vision in an instant. The red cloud engulfed the Bodhisattvas with different postures on the ground, and the expressions on the clay statues were strange. The red light, all the human voices turned into grotesque laughter, mixed with crying, with a strong burning smell, turning the hall into a huge steamer.
And she is the sacrifice in the steamer.
The beam with the sparks fell down suddenly, in the pain of suffocation, starting from the heat on the feet, the flesh was spattered inch by inch.
The person who strangled her neck turned into a fire, and his body kept making a terrible "crack" sound. His voice sounded indistinguishable from a ghost cry: "Goddess, we offer sacrifices for all living beings."
"That's it. "Duan Yang's big eyes stared at the voice of anger, but his shoulders trembled slightly because of the fear in his memory, "Are you satisfied?"
"Thank your Highness for your cooperation." Mu Sheng smiled slightly, with the innocence peculiar to young people in the smile, as if these worldly common feelings, he never understood at all, "Now you can go back."
Duan Yang's face was purple with anger. She turned her head and eagerly wanted her mother to be fair to herself, but unexpectedly found that Princess Zhao didn't seem to notice Mu Sheng's performance at all. She maintained a posture with her left and right hands shaking, staring at the table with a complicated expression, and a lot of cold sweat broke out on her temples. .
"Mother concubine!" She groaned and pushed her arm. Unexpectedly, Princess Zhao suddenly raised her head and looked straight behind the scenes: "Come on, send Di Ji back to the palace!"
From beginning to end, the mother looked at her again and again. Without paying attention, Duanyang suddenly felt a little panic: "Mother Concubine..."
Princess Zhao almost pushed her out with her arm, her voice was very low, "Minmin, you go back first, this matter, the mother concubine will I'll solve it for you."
"But I..."
"Don't hurry?" She glared at Aunt Shang Gong, suddenly raising her voice, and the final tone was sharply changed. As if feeling that this was not enough, she turned her head to Liu Fuyi, and almost told him in a commanding tone, "Familiar Liu Fangshi to send Di Ji." The palace
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