Chapter 276: Imperial Equipment: Queen of Fire
"As an aristocratic girl, she is really gaffey!"
The girl stood up, she was naked now, if she was the one at the time of the burial, no one would want to take a look even if she was not wearing clothes, but now...
"Being beheaded with a sword, this feeling is really new!"
Newborn girl, standing on the black ground in the cemetery in the wilderness.
A pair of clear and bright blue "color" pupils, curved willow eyebrows, and long eyelashes trembling slightly, the white and flawless skin reveals a light red and pink, and the thin lips are like roses and petals. The tender and slender figure seems to have grown a bit more than before.
"If it was the girl with red eyes who made the move, I might be cut in the middle!"
"If that's the case, Arya might really be dead completely."
"So, what's the situation now?"
Arya lowered her head, and the cross ornament that was supposed to be at the mouth of the moon has disappeared. Instead, it was a dark texture that soaked deep into the skin.
"I didn't expect that the ancestors worked so hard for so many years, but Arya was the cheapest one!"
Arya sighed slightly, a smile on her face.
Two hundred years ago, or three hundred years ago, Arya’s ancestors discovered a secret treasure, and through **** sacrifices, it is possible to activate the power of this secret treasure. So the ancestors did that, day after day, one by one. Another person.
But until death, this secret treasure could not show any signs of power, but this ritual remained.
The descendants of the ancestors inherited the way of their ancestors, and the sacrifices became more and more abundant.
At first it was a pig and a sheep, then later it became a prisoner, then a slave, a captive, and finally an innocent citizen.
One hundred years later, another hundred years, one generation later, another generation...
In the process of continuous sacrifices, the family got the ministerial equipment and even the imperial equipment, which became the family's treasure and passed on from generation to generation.
And ritual becomes custom, and custom becomes interest.
Until now, this **** method has become a hobby engraved in the blood, and the ancient ancestral training has also become a ridiculous bedtime story, but I did not expect this treasure to exert its effect after the family's blood was completely cut off.
Not a secret treasure, but a Digu.
Arya now knows that it is an imperial tool made from the blood "liquid" of the super dangerous kind of Niefeng. The power of the Queen of Fire is that it has given her new life.
Arya, who had been reborn from the ashes, took a step forward, and her body made a "cracking" crisp sound, which was the crisp sound of new bones.
He was a wealthy nobleman before his death, but he didn't expect to have even a piece of clothing when he was buried after death.
Arya pressed her hand on the tombstone with her name on it, and after a strange energy wave, the rotten tombstone turned into a skirt.
Wear a good skirt. Although the skirt is the simplest style, it cannot conceal the natural beauty of a girl.
Arya walked slowly through the forest, miraculously without encountering any dangerous species.
The night is the peak time for the dangerous species to forage, but it is not clear whether Arya is lucky or the dangerous species is lucky.
Imperial capital.
Familiar terrain, familiar warehouses, familiar walls and buildings, familiar silence and lights.
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"It's dilapidated!"
Arya looked towards the end of the courtyard. Even in such a dark night, she could still see the outline of the house.
The windows were shattered, and the room in the black hole was full of "mess". All the valuables on the bright side were snatched away by the surviving servants or soldiers of the Empire!
"Crack..."
The originally heavy steel door can now be opened easily with only two fingers, and the rancid smell contained in it is rushing towards you, almost turning into a hot invisible air wave.
"Is the preservative dead? The quality is really bad."
Arya flicked her sleeves to dissipate the muddy air in front of her, and then strode into this ancient warehouse.
"I'm back, everyone."
Arya "Lu" gave a bright smile and bowed slightly.
This is hell, the abyss, and the palm of the devil.
This is Arya’s paradise, her lair, her playground, and now Arya is doing what she should do every day.
"Snapped!"
The clash of the leather boots echoed, and the hollow sound filled the vast space.
Arya carried her hands back, like a sculptor, carefully and joyfully reviewing each of her statues.
"Ye An, Brother Echia, I'm sorry that I haven't changed the water for you in so long, but I remember you said that you like diving very much. It should be no problem to bear with it a little bit!"
Arya flicked a transparent glass water tank with her hand, and nodded to the human figure fixed with a rope.
"Ye'an, Sister Marina, it is indeed an annoyance that the Moon Huong is too big! Arya sometimes feels a little troubled, but after cutting off one, she feels better! Hey, don't thank me! "
Looking over an upside-down corpse, two strong chains fixed the beautiful-faced woman to the top bar. Arya walked over to help her straighten her position, which would be beneficial to the treatment of the spine.
"Ye'an, Uncle Good, the weight really dropped after removing the bones! Book" Arya pouted playfully and made a grimace. "You said that bones are heavier than fat. You still don't believe me. ,Humph!"
She only paused for a while, and then continued to walk.
"Good night, little Chris, your brain Arya is well maintained! You see, it is here."
Arya "exposed" a distressed look on her face and said loudly, "Although I am sorry, I still have to say it. My friends, Arya is very, very I’m so happy. But there’s no end in the world, Arya will leave home and everyone. Don’t worry about me, don’t worry about Arya being lonely. I will definitely find more, more, more New friends. At that time, I will say hello to them on your behalf. Then, don't live here."
After speaking, Arya turned around and walked out of the warehouse without looking back.
Even if there was no wind, the countless corpses behind Arya shook slightly, as if seeing her off.
Arya sighed softly, and the dark flames flowed from the corner of her skirt.
This abnormal energy rolled and jumped, transformed into a mortal spark, and threw the grave that should have sunk into the abyss into the sea of fire.
"Then, it should be a'night attack', right! Father and mother have offended so many people, it is no surprise to be killed." Arya's small fist was lightly squeezed, her eyes turned to the unknown From afar, "But if you give me such a generous gift, it hurts family education if it is impolite to come and go!"
"Wait for me, everyone of Night Attack."
"Wait for me, Kazmi."
