Mirror: Twin Cities

, However, no one will recognize who she was.

She slept for a full ten years. Until that day, the rapid sound of horse hooves above her head awakened her, and the flustered news spread throughout every corner of Garan City—

"Critical! Critical! The Ice Clan broke through the outer city! The Blue King rebelled! The White King died in battle! His Royal Highness is under siege!"

The White King died in battle? The White King died in battle!

Suddenly she woke up, trembling all over, terrified to death-father and father were killed in battle? The father is already eighty years old, and he can hardly lift a knife...he, he is still on the battlefield? Why is he going to battle!

— "Because the only daughter who has the power to replace him is sleeping in hiding."

In the damp and dim cellar, a voice suddenly smiled and answered coldly.

"Who? Who is there?" She sat up suddenly and shouted into the darkness, shaking with excitement.

"Are you awake?" The old woman's voice continued to sneer, lit the lamp, fingers like chicken paws against the heart of the lamp, and deep wrinkles under the lamp were like gullies. I've slept long enough...If I don't wake up, I'm going to get into the dirt first, old lady."

"Mrs. Rong." Her eyes were stung by the light, and it took her a long time to recognize that she was the oldest witch in the clan. The father didn't know when she woke up, so he could only send a witch to guard the sleeping daughter.

Facing Granny Rong's face that seemed to be older in an instant, she suddenly felt ashamed and embarrassed.

"Break the outer city, break the outer city! His Royal Highness will be sentenced to death!"

The sound of Jin Tuo was still coming from outside. She was trembling with fear, and fumbled in the dimness: "Where is my lightsaber and my lightsaber?" There was a frantic and eager light in her eyes, not even I found that my body was covered with moss, my hair had become snow white, reaching the ankles, and my face was pale like a ghost after years of slumbering.

"Here." Granny Rong walked over from the darkness, took out a delicate cylinder from under the sleeves of her wide robe, and handed it to her, "I put it away properly-I think the princess will need it someday. ."

Her fingers suddenly grasped the cylindrical sword hilt, turned it slightly, and swallowed out a three-foot-long white light with a click. Shaking her wrists, adjusting the length and strength of the lightsaber, she flew out as soon as she felt the feeling of her hand slowly recover.

She grabbed the sword and passed over the street as fast as lightning.

"We're done, the crown prince was captured by them!"

"King Qing betrayed? He killed King White and betrayed His Royal Highness!"

"I heard that King Qing's son refused to betray Kongsang and stayed in the city."

"Is Kongsang going to perish? God, why can't you hear our prayers?"

"The Scarlet King, the Blue King, the Black King, and the Purple King are still there, don't be afraid! There are still four kings!"

"The crown prince is dead, the royal blood is broken, and Kongsang's greatest strength is lost! What is the use of losing the blood of the emperor!"

The panic of the subjugation enveloped the luxurious and comfortable city of Garan, and desperate discussions were everywhere. There was no pavement in the streets. Everyone walked out of the house. The chief commander led the prostrate on the street, facing the sky, praying day and night— For many years, the Kongsang people established their country with theocratic power and believed in power beyond reality. However, this time, can God really save Kong Sang?

"Those Frozen End want to carve his Royal Highness! Right in front of the formation!"

The prayer was interrupted, a terrible news spread among the people, and everyone was trembling.

"The car is cracked..." Upon hearing the terrible news on the top of the high white pagoda, the face of Da Si Ming in the temple suddenly changed: "They, they actually know how to seal the blood of the emperor? How could those ice endors Know? How come!"

"Who is it? Who leaked this secret!" The fate of Xianfeng Dao Bone was crazy, waving his scepter to the sky: "The only person who knows how to seal the blood of the emperor is me!-Who is it? Command Bing The Yi attacked Garan City? Who was it!"

"The wise man, the hour is here." Outside the golden tent, Wu Xian did not dare to enter, and knelt outside to report.

There was not a trace of light in the golden tent, and deep in the darkness, a pair of eyes flashed with dim, ecstatic light, and he uttered two words: "Execution."

A field was vacated in the center of the army. Five strong angry horses were firmly tied to the piles, and their noses were ringing. The slaves waved their long whips and beat them hard. The horses were whipped to break the bridle and ran forward. Go, stretch the reins straight. Each angry horse pulled a very strong iron chain, and the other end of the chain was locked on the hands and feet of the young man in the high-crown robe in the center.

Surrounded by countless troops above the city, the Sang people over the city covered their face in despair when they heard the order from the golden tent.

The young prince of the Kongsang people was tied to a wooden stake, his hands, feet and neck were restrained by leather cords, but the prince who was not serious enough on weekdays was smiling all the time, without fear and carelessness. Hearing the command of execution, he suddenly spoke, facing the darkened army and subjects on the city, saying the last words: "The power cannot be destroyed, God bless Kongsang, I will definitely return!"

Before the voice was over, the reins were suddenly released, and five angry horses rushed in five different directions.

At the same moment, the four shadows on Garan's inner city rushed down like lightning, and rushed straight to the crown prince in the core of the heavy forces.

"Four Kings! Four Kings!" Until the shadow fell into the enemy's army, Kong Sang on the city reacted and shouted, feeling a glimmer of hope for a moment.

However, that glimmer of hope was extinguished in an instant, because there was also a black wind blowing in front of the ice clan. Obviously, they had been prepared for a long time. Get into a fight.

At that instant, the angry horse rushed away, and the human figure on the wooden stake was suddenly torn into six pieces, leaving only the body remaining.

The strange thing is that no drop of blood has flowed to the ground.

At that terrible speed, after letting the iron chain tore his body, he shook off the iron hook of the horse, and flew forward like an arrow with flesh and blood following the inertia. However, what is anomalous is that there is no sign of stopping the castration. The five iron chains seem to be pushed by some force, flying in five different directions like howling arrows.

Go east with your right hand, west with your left, north with your right foot, and south with your left foot.

What's even stranger is that the torn head actually flew straight into the air. Only the remaining body remained in the formation.

The Kongsang people in the city were stunned for a while. At first, they didn't seem to believe what they saw before them, and then burst out a desperate cry-the death of Prince Zhenlan completely wiped out the hope in their hearts.

"Well said!-It seems that the kid is not pure blood, but he is very talented." In the golden account, hearing the last sentence, his eyes lit up, and he praised again and again. Then, he slowly explained to Wu Xian, who was kneeling outside the account, “In this cosmic six-heavy, power can never be generated out of thin air, nor will it be destroyed. It can only be transferred from one place to another, or kept in balance. It makes you unable to feel its existence-the power of the blood of the emperor cannot be destroyed, nor can it be transferred to anyone other than the lineage of the royal family of Kongsang, so that kid is still so crazy in the end."

Wu Xian looked at the four kings and ten witches who were still fighting in front of the battle, and looked at the bodies that disappeared in five directions, and muttered: "How is it possible...Could it be possible to come back from the dead?"

"How much power is contained in Kongsang's emperor's blood!" The eyes in the golden tent looked at all parts of the prince who had been cracked by the car with satisfaction, but their eyes were full of eagerness and resentment. "The blood of Emperor Xingzun was passed down. , Passed on from generation to generation. If not sealed, his descendants can be reborn even in the ashes!"

"That..." Wu Xian was taken aback, "wise man, this time—"

"This time I want to completely condense the blood of the emperor!" Inside the golden tent, the person sneered, "The power cannot be destroyed-but it can be sealed. Put his limbs on the four sides, and put his head into the Garan White Pagoda. Ding, the body is sealed in the base, and use Liuhe's six powers to completely seal him! The word'kongsang' will completely disappear from the cloud!"

With a sneer, looking at the five parts of the body that had disappeared in a flash and was about to enter the seal, the eyes in the golden tent narrowed, cold and sharp. Kongsang's strength for thousands of years will eventually be buried.

Suddenly, the wise man in the tent suddenly changed his voice and blurted out in shock: "What is that white light, that white light!"

The white king is dead, the blue king rebelled, and the remaining four kings are still fighting hard—who else? Who else has the power to "break the sky"? !

Exhausted all her strength, but she finally came too late.

Failed to reverse the overturning of fate, but saw the most tragic scene.

The body of the Prince Zhenlan was torn, and the "Houtu" on his finger that could not be taken off by putting it on suddenly resonated. The violent pain came into her heart, as if tore her and her "husband" together. At that moment, she subconsciously closed her eyes: it's too late. —Not a moment late, but ten years late. For ten years!

As the head of the six "white", the "white" of the queen Kongsang in the past dynasties corresponds to the "white" of the "huangtian" with the power of "Houtu"-originally as the strongest in the clan, the crown prince of Kongsang, it should be How many responsibilities should be borne! Enjoying that kind of power, but did not take on the corresponding heavy responsibility, for ten years, she just evaded for her own selfishness, and watched everything happen, ultimately irretrievable.

The people who cry in despair, the soldiers who fight to the end, the kings of the ministries who are alone in the siege! There is also her 80-year-old father who played instead of his daughter and died in the rebellion.

This is her country, her people, she should have been fighting side by side with