The snow falls silently, the night is as blue as blue, and the cold stars dominate the moon.
Jiang Lizhao was in a mess and covered in blood. He vomited out a large mouthful of fresh food. His white clothes were hit by a sword and he was forced to lie on the ground, like a bereaved dog.
He raised his head, seeing the green mountains as the boundary and the mist as an obstacle, protecting the people in the domain and blocking those who do not want to do anything wrong.
He cried and laughed. The outside world was the outer domain, and no one could enter without an imperial edict. But what if, what if his domain wanted to kill him?
Later, several men in black fell from the sky. They were in the Nine Realms of Kui Gui. They used swords as an array. When the swords came out, the people in the array would die unless they came out.
This is an extremely ruthless killing formation, with the determination of the people in the formation to die. If it succeeds, several Kugui Jiujing will be injured.
The leading man in black has his face covered with black gauze. Only those empty eyes were exposed, and he knew they were looking at a dead person.
At this time, white hair-like snowflakes were falling, as light as the fallen feathers of a solitary bird, white and cold. The boundary of the realm was lifted up, emitting a glistening white light. This was the defensive formation that the domain master had personally set up to protect the people in the domain from the scorching heat and cold. He seemed to be able to recall the first time he saw the snow fall when he was a child, when he ran happily on the street but could not feel the warmth of the cold.
A cold and inhumane voice came from behind, with murderous intent, "Kill yourself, and I will save your body."
Why? Why would such a good domain lord kill him? What did he do wrong? Jiang Lizhao looked desperately at the moon covering the stars in the night, so ethereal, so warm and cold.
"Let's do it." Guan Nan, the leader, looked at Jiang Lizhao unbearably. Every child in the domain had grown up under their watch. Jiang Lizhao was the most naughty, but also the most beloved. No matter how he could bear it, the domain lord could not bear it. But, I'm sorry, kid. He closed his eyes and showed no mercy.
At this time, the sword's edge cut through the wind, and the snow danced with the rustling fallen leaves. The sword's edge from all directions surged towards Jiang Lizhao in a merciless manner, which was unstoppable.
Suddenly, the wind stopped, and the night was vast, just like Jiang Lizhao's state of mind, he was not dead, and he looked up blankly.
The stars and the moon hang high in the field, looking down at the world ruthlessly and compassionately.
"Who!" Guan Nan was shocked.
"Yes
"I am the Lord of the Ghost Realm. "A very soft voice, unknown male or female, shaped like the voice of a ghost. Although it was crisp and sweet, it was as cold and damp as a tarsal bone.
A person slowly walked out of the endless night, or he was more like a ghost.
Although he swayed slowly, the sound of the bell sounded like a dream, with wide sleeves like clouds, a light blue dress, and a golden outer robe. He shook a small dark blue fan in his hand, which made his bones more distinct. His jade fingers were sharp, and his blue nails echoed the thin fan. His posture was elegant, and even the night could not retain this charming dark blue.
Jiang Lizhao's jaw was shattered, and all he could see was his dark blue wide neon clothes. The dark blue was like a wilted pattern, which sucked people's soul.
He heard the man call him, "Raise your head. "
He spit out a mouthful of blood and struggled to support his upper body, but it didn't help.
The man bent down slightly and lifted Jiang Lizhao's chin with his jade-like index finger. His fingernails were as dark blue as ice, and his dark blue feather sleeves stretched up to the sapphire stone steps, creating a sharp contrast.
He completely ignored Jiang Lizhao's wounds and lifted Jiang Lizhao to an angle where his face could be seen.
The man raised his eyebrows. There was an icy blue mole under the corner of his left eye, which was magnificent and charming. His inkstone-red lips were slightly curved, which was touching. His face was as pale as jade, his eyebrows were distinct, his eyebrows were like crescent moons, his eyes seemed to contain autumn water, and his pupils were all light blue, a bit like white mist, hazy and empty.
The most important thing is that his long hair is all white, but he wears a crown carved from dark jade with gold ornaments on it. A blue pearl pendant hangs from his forehead. He wears a few magnificent withered deep blue flowers on his left and right sides. This is a beautiful woman who can be seen even in the dark.
But what is more important is his identity, the Lord of the Ghost Territory, a saint.
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