Chapter 963 The Princess Takes Her Life

Even if Xiao Fei doesn't help him improve his mana, although it is difficult, he can do it. The reason why he did this was just because he wanted Xiao Fei to help him improve his mana cultivation.

Not long after, the two had returned to the hotel.

"Strange, where did these guys go?" As soon as they entered, they found that the room was empty, and the stone and Chen Mengqi's blue rain butterfly were gone.

"I asked the stone to watch them both, and they disappeared!?" Xiao Fei said depressedly, "I thought it would be stable and reliable, but I didn't expect it to fail."

"After all, he is a beast cultivating immortality, so you can still use him as a capable person in the future?" Xu Fu said with a smile: "Besides, your two apprentices are also ghosts and spirits, so it is expected that the stone will be deceived."

"Let's go out and find them, I hope I didn't cause trouble." Xiao Fei said, "I hate the kind that my relatives and friends are used by others to threaten me."

"Your Dao heart is not good enough. As a cultivator, relatives and friends are just floating clouds, and basically no one will be threatened by this kind of threat." Xu Fu said.

"I'm not you. I have only practiced for more than ten years, and I attach great importance to feelings." Xiao Fei said, "It's not like you, an old monster who has cultivated for thousands of years, and is almost alone."

Speaking of lonely people, the emperors in the mortal world are known as lonely people, especially those who cultivate immortals. The emperor said that he has been lonely for decades, while the cultivators of immortals have been lonely for thousands of years. The emperor kept company with those courtiers and concubines who seemed to be in harmony with each other, but the cultivators of immortals stayed with children and beasts for thousands of years.

Everything has two sides, and cultivating immortals does not have only advantages and no disadvantages. The loneliness after gaining strength is the disadvantage of cultivating immortals. As for the gods and couples, it is basically impossible for them to love each other for thousands of years. Facing the same person for thousands of years? Everyone gets bored.

After hearing this, Xu Fu stopped talking, and did not conspire with each other when they disagreed. The two walked out of the hotel, looking for Lan Yudie and they went.

...

Tokyo, Japan.

Inside the Imperial Palace, Emperor Mingdao returned to his room after a tiring day, and sat down on the sofa. "Go out, let me stay alone for a while." Turning to the princess who was watching the Tokyo news, she said.

Recently, there have been frequent incidents of ghosts in the country, which made him feel devastated and in an extremely bad mood. He learned from some powerful mages that these ghosts are loyal souls in the shrine, and the public opinion in the society was in an uproar, which made him very difficult to deal with. And the shrine was destroyed because of Xiao Fei.

Also last time, Xiao Fei broke into the Imperial Palace and forced him to kneel in front of the Huaxia Dragon Flag. Whether the video has been spread or not has kept him wondering.

He felt that Xiao Fei was a catastrophe destined for him.

As the emperor, Ming Dao has no real power, but he is a symbol of the nation. Therefore, he only cared about political affairs, and hardly thought about Princess Qiuxiao's death, let alone grieved. As the saying goes, the royal family is ruthless, and it is.

At this moment, a sudden gust of wind blew, and Ming Dao shivered involuntarily. Looking up at the window lattice, only to find that the windows were closed tightly, he couldn't help frowning. Then, the lights in the room began to flicker on and off. "Impossible, the Imperial Palace, how could there be a circuit problem?" He thought to himself.

Creak, creak.

The desk lamp on the table and the leather chair below were about to shake, making the room even more chilly and windy. A feeling of terror welled up in his heart.

"What's going on, could it be that there are ghosts haunting us?" Ming Dao recalled what happened in the country recently, "Could it be those loyal souls who found me? No, the Imperial Palace is protected by magical artifacts, no matter how powerful the ghosts are, they can't get in."

But the reality in front of him made him have to believe that it was indeed haunted. "Which loyal soul are you who is loyal to the country? I am the 128th emperor of the Yamato nation. How dare you trespass on the imperial residence and offend me? For the sake of your loyalty to the empire, leave quickly .”

Ming Dao shouted, thinking it was the soul of Hideki Tojo or Seishiro Itagaki who came.

However, the horror scene in the room continued without any change. Suddenly, the large curved Toshiba color TV in front of him shook for a while, the TV turned on automatically, and a black and white picture appeared inside. That scene was exactly the scene where Akiko Mako committed suicide by harakiri under the Japanese Imperial Palace.

The picture is black and white, somewhat blurred, with countless snowflakes in it, almost indistinguishable. Then, the TV went black. A female ghost with disheveled hair came out of the TV. Her long hair covered her face, and her outstretched hands had blood-red nails.

There was a long horizontal incision in the abdomen, and the intestines flowed out from it.

"Are you... Mako?" Emperor Ming Dao said with great fear as his eyes widened. Although he is the emperor, he is well-informed and knows the existence of ghosts. But as a mortal, that kind of fear is still uncontrollable. His body trembled involuntarily, and his voice was almost inhuman.

"Father, thank you for remembering me?" Princess Qiu Xiao made a leisurely voice. What she said was very reasonable, and she didn't speak nonsense, it was all related to her soul power.

The more powerful the ghost, the more intelligent it is, and the more clearly it speaks. Ordinary ghosts who died unjustly would only say that I died so badly, or that I was given my life back. This kind of ghost has only one emotion in his mind, and that is resentment. But Princess Qiuxiao's tone contained not only resentment, but also disappointment.

"Mako, you are my daughter, I don't want you to be hurt. You go back, the yang energy in the Imperial Palace is too heavy, you can't bear it. Go reincarnate, you died for the honor of the empire, I I will enshrine your memorial tablet in the ancestral hall. If you don't leave, you may die out of your wits." Ming Dao said.

"You still care about me?" Princess Qiuxiao said, "If you really cared about me, you wouldn't have forced me to commit suicide in the first place, and it was in the most painful way. As for me being hurt, there's no need for you to pretend Mercy. I have already made a deal with the devil, and I have powerful magic power. If the yang energy here really hurts me, I won’t be able to enter.”

Can't hurt her? Ming Dao's heart trembled when he heard this. Originally, there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart, but now the hope was shattered. As for saying that he cared about Princess Qiuxiao just now, it must be false. When a person is dead, it means that humans and ghosts have different paths, and feelings become extremely indifferent. He said that just because he wanted to survive.

"Mako, I really love you." Ming Dao had no choice but to continue to fight for his own chance of survival, and said, "I think back then, when you were thirteen years old, I made you a prince. This is the emperor's family, Never before. And that time when you participated in the National Spring Figure Skating Competition, I personally went to cheer for you. It was that time you won the championship, do you remember... and when you went to study in the UK, Or the plane I sent you on..."

Ming Dao kept talking about the past with her, trying to redeem it with family affection.