Devouring Martial Dao: Start by becoming a false prince

Flying snow is continuous, covering Yujing. The

bleak westerly wind crossed the streets and alleys, rolling up the snow, but the road that should have been lively was still deserted, only strings of lanterns swaying in the wind.

On the road, a horse-drawn carriage moved forward.

On both sides there are palace women, surrounded by musicians, and on the periphery are armored warriors.

The royal car is a feminine-looking father-in-law.

In the car, Bai Suli was stuffing the hand-warming sleeve pot engraved with the word “Fu” into the young man’s hand, and then took out the small dressing box, crystal mirror, and put on makeup.

She only used her left hand to make up, and her right hand was always vigilantly held on the machete, in case there was an accident when she left the palace.

Thrush, Huadan, Rouge, Shi Dai, flashy red paper between thin lips…

With the makeup, the originally delicate face showed an ancient meaning, like a fairy who was so cold that he did not eat the world’s fireworks, while the narrow fox eyes were a little indifferent to the coldness of life.

Xia Yan looked at her, only to feel that the girl in front of him was becoming strange, and he said, “You still don’t wear makeup, you look good.”

Bai Suli didn’t look at him, and said coldly: “If you don’t wear makeup, I can’t protect you.”

“Can you protect me with makeup?” Xia Yan was a little puzzled, there are too many mysteries in this world.

Bai Suli no longer said much, she looked at herself in the mirror intently, indifferent, forgetful, and not stained with fireworks.

She put away the box, the mirror, and solemnly took out a small box with a sense of sacred ritual.

Open the box, and inside is a dress.

After another shake, the dress showed that it was a plain white Liuxian skirt.

Bai Suli stared at Liuxian skirt and said, “You go out first, count to ten and come in, and then… Leave me alone, you just do your own thing.

Xia Yan knew that she wanted to change her clothes, and did not take advantage, and lifted the curtain.

In the car, Bai Suli took off her original coat, leaving only her profane clothes, and then quickly wrapped this plain white liuxian skirt around her body.

At the moment when the snow-white ribbon was tightened, the temperament of the girl in white changed greatly, and at the same time… An indescribable sense of danger erupted, but it seemed to calm the sea, but with a breathless pressure.

Outside the car, Xia Yan had silently counted to ten, he turned and entered the carriage, and when he saw the girl in white, his expression moved, and his brows were slightly wrinkled.

And the girl in white at this time… It is not so much a maiden as a majestic and unclimbable ancient snowy peak.

She sits here, like a town here, all the dangers in the world… It’s no longer dangerous.

It’s just that the look in her eyes is cold and terrifying, and she will not see any emotions when she inadvertently looks up.

Too forgetful, everything is an ant.

Even in her eyes, he Xia Yan is also an ant.

Although they didn’t get along for too long, after crossing, the person Xia Yan knew best was actually this white girl…

But now, there was a strong sense of strangeness around her.

Bai Suli is still Bai Suli, but it is not the original Bai Suli…

It felt as if he had transformed into a water ghost.

“You… Who is it?

Xia Yan asked.

Bai Suli glanced at him indifferently and did not answer.

Xia Yan understood.

He didn’t say anything more.

Obviously, Bai Suli did something to protect him and use that “plain white liuxian dress” as a medium.

However, Bai Suli, who wore this plain white liuxian dress… Apparently a huge change has taken place, even… There may be some kind of price to pay.

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Afternoon.

The carriage traveled to the royal mausoleum.

The tombstones have long been covered in white.

Xia Yan came to Concubine Zhuang’s tomb, the ten altars of immortals were drunk, and the ten altars of green ant brew were also stacked to one side.

The musicians played light music in the snow, as if singing with ghosts.

The warrior carefully circled around, vigilantly guarding for assassination in the shadows. The

foxy eyes of the plain white liuxian skirt sat on the roof of the carriage, closed her eyes, raised her head, as if all the joys, angers and sorrows in heaven and earth had nothing to do with her.

Why is she here? Why protect this person? Maybe it’s just a short-lived decision, and after the decision, she will leave.

Syllable!

Xia Yan patted the sealing mud, carried it, and poured it in front of the tomb. The

cold drink was poured out.

Syllable!

He opened another altar, knelt down, brought the altar to his mouth, and raised his head to pour. The wine entered the throat, like

a burning hot knife, and the one that did not enter the throat slipped from the cheeks, cold like the hands of a dead man in the ice abyss.

After drinking, he suddenly heard a noisy voice behind him.

There were many people running, many people drawing their swords, and even the crossbow arrows strictly controlled by the royal family seemed to appear, rushing in his direction with a heavy malice, as if to drown him.

These are assassins, all here to kill him.

Why kill him?

Because those people want to “take advantage of his illness and kill him”, but this “he” is not him at this time, but two other terrifying but temporarily sleeping souls hidden in his body.

Because those people originally wanted to control the Third Prince, since the control failed, they wanted to kill him, firstly, to add fire to the chaos of Dayan, and secondly, to bury the secret of the “immortality” witchcraft ritual.

These have nothing to do with him, but he was involved here, leaving him in another world… Hence the disappearance, death.

This is… Kill yourself.

Today, although he has luckily obtained the memory of the third prince and has been able to gain a foothold a little, he has to face more and more mysteries and crises.

Normally, if there is no miracle, he will only have two endings.

One, killed by these pervasive assassins;

Second, after the two terrifying souls in his body awakened, he was replaced.

Hate!

Hate!

Hate!

Syllable!

Open another altar of fine wine, Xia Yan faced the tombstone, made a slight move, did not care about the assassination behind him, just drank bitterly.

Behind him, the warriors and the assassins finally confronted, and the two sides fought.

Blood flowed like rivers, the palace ladies, trembling, and the music played by the musicians trembled.

A few moments later, the warriors were defeated and retreated inward, and the palace maids and musicians also retreated in the direction of Xia Yan.

The teenager only drinks alcohol.

And in the carriage, the foxy eye just looked at it coldly.

Whether her own people died or the other party’s people died, she was very indifferent.

It’s too forgetful, then… What does it matter if life is lost?

However, when the assassin approached Xia Yan enough, she suddenly seemed to find a reason to make a move, and moved.

As soon as she moves, she disappears.

In the heavens and the earth, there was suddenly an indescribable qi machine running across the cage, cold wind, flying snow all entered this qi machine, crisscrossing for miles, staggered, those surrounded assassins were all still, all frozen, and then fell forward, losing their lives. The

girl in white stood behind the boy.

The boy had already drunk the five great altar spirits.

He was still drinking, as if to wash away all the pain, all the timidity, all the thoughts of his loved ones, all the fear of death with this drink.

Suddenly, he laughed and sang.

“Green ant freshly brewed wine…

Red clay stove.

Late to the snow…”

After saying the word “snow”, he smashed two layers of sealing mud, then picked up an altar and held it up to the girl in white, laughing and asking: “Can you drink a cup of nothing?”

The girl looked at the wine and said the only thing she said on the journey.

“Don’t drink.”