When Lu Xin's voice resounded through the mental waves from the bottom of the city, the sound of a child's anxious and angry cries suddenly rang out from a Palace-like building at the top of the city. It was a Grand and elegant building, but it was made of huge stones and cold patterns. Black vines were wriggling around the building.
One of the vines extended to a closed window, and a bloomed bud grew out of the top. Then, the bud bloomed, and a child with half a body crawled out. The child's body was covered in black particles, and he was crying loudly.
"Why are you still crying?"
Annoyed by his crying, the pale Black Queen sat next to the tall bronze mirror.
The black Palace dress on her body had already been taken off, and the crown of thorns on her head had also disappeared. Her figure was thin, and her noble temperament had disappeared. She looked like an ordinary woman who had been deeply hit and had learned to face reality.
