The sky became darker and darker, and the gray mist swallowed the trees in the mountains bit by bit. The crows passing by were alone, and the ravens were roaring in search of their companions. Not far away, the beating wolf smoke ignited straight into the sky.

Meng Xinyao thought that the journey was about to end. She looked up tiredly at the direction of the Dark Night Castle, and vaguely saw the outline of the castle through the layers of fog. Suddenly, a beam of fiery red light cut through the thick fog and appeared clearly in front of her eyes. A loud bang came from afar.

"What happened?" Haiting murmured to himself.

The two looked at each other and then rushed to the Dark Night Castle.

It was really a desperate horse to run to the mountain, or in other words, hasteness would not be achieved. Meng Xinyao guessed the unexpected events that might happen in the castle and wanted to rush over. The more anxious he was, the more he felt that his legs were so heavy that he couldn't move.

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Wolf smoke filled the sky above the Dark Night Castle, the solid walls shattered the rubble all over the ground, the stone gates broke in the waist, scattered on both sides, and the crackling sound was the heroic burning flames. The guards guarding the city stood on the observation deck with their spears in their hands, staring at the distance with their eyes wide open, but there was no more light in their eyes.

Meng Xinyao and Haiting ran all over the palace but couldn't find a living person. As expected, it was still hard to escape.

"Xiaola~~Xiaoxue~~Gao Ming~~~" Meng Xinyao shuttled between the broken rooms, constantly calling out the names of several people loudly. Although she knew better than anyone else, these people were probably in danger now.

Suddenly, Haiting's call came from his ears. She followed the sound and actually ran to a magnificent palace, the man-destroying Roman divine pillar, the glazed mural that survived, and the supreme throne that was high above must be the palace of the queen Hera.

Haiting pointed to the end of the red carpet, "Yaoyao, look, what is that?"

The long red felt carpet stretched from the door to the throne. However, at the end of the red carpet, a stone statue of a woman stood there inconsistently, tilting up 45° with her right hand, as if she had held something in her hand, with a ferocious expression and a slightly arched upper body, as if she was fighting with others.

"Xiaola!" Meng Xinyao murmured and called out the name of the queen, then rushed to Shizun. "Xiaola! Xiaola!" She stroked Shizun's face and couldn't help but shed tears. Did Clius and the others do it? Two faces suddenly appeared in her mind, angry and sad, and the two emotions were intertwined in her heart, disturbing her heart.

"She is the queen Hera you mentioned?" Haiting asked softly.

Meng Xinyao nodded, wiped away the tears that flowed to her chin. Haiting touched her head and comforted her, "Don't be sad, Yaoyao. After all, this is just an NPC. Don't forget that everything happens here is just a virtual plot. Have you forgotten that girl named Han Yi?"

Han Yi. Jing Haiting mentioned that a pretty face appeared in Meng Xinyao's mind, and her big bright eyes were full of sadness. Yes, everything was just a plot, it was so dangerous, it was almost like her, and she was too deeply involved in the role.
Chapter completed!