Hall didn't put much energy into the maid. He was also from a royal family, and he was not a person with overflowing sympathy.

Since she has the courage to play tricks in front of the devilish Queen Diana, she should think of the consequences.

He slowly walked into the dormitory. The red gauze curtains in the hall were fluttering in the wind, and the wind chimes hung by the windows, which were crisp and clear, but for some reason, the sound of the bells gave people a sense of solemnity.

There is not a trace of popularity in the dormitory. It is cold and cold. The palace lanterns are dim and the large bright red roses outside the window reflect. It is like being on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness. The people who live here are not people, but...

"Meow!"

Hall was slightly startled, lowered his head, and a white snowball rolled at his feet, tugging at the hem of her skirt, as if he had found a new game, and he was having a great time.

His pale eyes moved slightly, his expression remained cold and calm, but he did not stop the white snowball from approaching, nor was he worried that it would damage his skirt.

After a while, Hall bent down, held the snowball in his hands, and gently rubbed the back of its neck.

The cat rubbed his hand very docilely and comfortably, and meowed obediently at him.

"Que'er!"

The faint and cold female voice came, Mao'er's body stiffened, and her heart became even more broken.

Because Empress Mao obviously had no memory, and it was obviously possessed by a very loving snowball, but when she saw it for the first time, Empress Mao still blurted out two words, "Que'er"!

Que'er silently comforted Ji Ji in his heart, it was entirely because of his empress' deep love for him.

The red curtain was suddenly lifted and hung up. At the front of the bedroom was a silver throne. The woman in black dress sat quietly on it, with half her face covered by a mask. Her phoenix eyes were deep and mysterious, as dark as midnight.

Que'er jumped off Hall's hand, ran back to Zhen Shan's feet, and lay down quietly.

Hall no longer cared about Mao'er, his eyes completely fell on the woman in front of him.

Even though the color of her eyes, hair, and even her aura had changed, he still recognized her at a glance.

The woman he put in his heart and longed for.

Hall's face showed ecstasy, his thin lips trembled, his throat was dry, and he called out with difficulty: "Bell!"

Zhen Shan's fingertips trembled, but his eyes remained calm. He slowly stood up, stepped off the throne, and said calmly: "Princess Hall, you are well."

The words "Princess Hall" made the blood drain from Hall's face. At this time, he recovered from the joy of reunion.

Hall looked at the woman in front of him who was wearing a black dress, had a strange aura, and had unpopular eyes. He couldn't believe it at all. This was his bright, open-minded, clean and bright Belle.

"Bell, what on earth are you..."

"Princess Hall, I prefer others to call me Diana now."

"Bell!" Hall's voice suddenly became louder, and he reached out to grab her, but was separated by a gloomy blood mist.

Hall's pale eyes widened, and the power of light spreading from his body purified the blood mist.

But at this time, Zhen Shan had already stepped back several steps and looked at him with a faint look.

Hall felt a pain in his heart, "Bell, leave with me."

"Leave? Where?"

"Follow me back to the Yag Dynasty."

Zhen Shan seemed to have heard some funny joke and said quietly: "Princess Hall, Princess Hall, are you crazy? If you lure me, a witch, to your own country, aren't you afraid of ruining your sister's dynasty?"

"Bell, come back with me, and I will help you purify the demonic energy from your body."

"Purification?" Zhen Shan raised her hand, and a ball of blood mist rolled in her palm, "Is this what you said?"

She shook her head, "This is not demonic energy. It is called dark blood spirit. It is the remnant soul of a spirit that was bloody and massacred during its lifetime. After it is formed, there are only two ways, revenge or destruction. It cannot be purified. Now, I

My whole body is covered with these, purification? Does Princess Hall want to kill me?"

Hall's face became even paler, "You know that's not what I meant, Bell. If you believe me, I will find a way to expel the blood spirit from you."

"Dispel them?" Zhen Shan smiled, "I took the initiative to let them enter my body and use them for my use. Why should I dispel them?"

"These things will destroy you sooner or later."

"Is it related to Princess Hall?" Zhen Shan's eyes became colder, looking at him as if he didn't understand.

Hall's pupils shrank, and his heart was suffocated to the point of being overwhelmed. He was so angry that he said word by word: "You said it has nothing to do with me?"

Zhen Shan withdrew his eyes and calmly uttered three words, "That's right."

"Bel Simon!"

"How many times have Princess Hall asked me to tell you, I am Diana, and Belle Simon is dead."

Hall's figure seemed to be swaying, and bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes, "You, do you have to be like this?"

Zhen Shan did not answer his question and dismissed the guest, "If Princess Hall just comes to tell me these words today, I have heard enough. If everything is okay, Princess Hall can go back."

"Bell," Hall said solemnly, "you said that we would become saints of light together, drive away the darkness in this world, and travel together throughout the continent. Have you forgotten all of this?"

"I said that Bell Simon is dead," Zhen Shan turned around, his eyes as cold as ice, "How can it be counted if it's a dead person? Princess Hall, stop deceiving yourself!"

"But you are clearly right in front of me."

Zhen Shan smiled sarcastically, spread her hands, and blood mist spread from her body, killing and unknown. The witch came and slaughtered the blood, "You say so, I am still the Saint of Light, Belle Simone? Princess Hall, are you kidding me?

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Hall's eyes were full of pain, his nails dug into his flesh, and his palms were dripping with blood.

Que'er on the side watched the two people quarreling and confronting each other, their relationship breaking down, and I wanted to cry. Obviously this could be a perfect life, but...

Now it shouldn't say that things are impermanent and that the empress is ill-fated.

Over the past year or so, the empress, who has lost her memory, has suffered so many heavy blows, and has been affected by the resentment of blood spirits. Her mood has changed drastically, and her thoughts have become extreme.

Now, in her eyes, she and Hall are complete opposites. There is a natural chasm between them that no one can cross.

She even felt that sooner or later, they would definitely face each other with swords.

She has completely closed the door of her heart, rejecting Hall's approach to her, and she cannot see the reincarnation of God at all.

If this continues, it will really be a pill.

But Queer burst into tears and didn't know what to do.

The empress has self-styled her soul, and heaven is watching her. It can't do anything it wants to do. After waking up, it has to find a body, otherwise it will have to be bored on the scroll of becoming a god, and there is no way to interact with the empress at all.

Heartbroken!

Hall stood in front of her palace, remembering her previous indifference and determination, his eyes darkened, full of pain.

He turned his eyes and looked at the silent palace.
Chapter completed!