Hearing the voice, Ye Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the place not far in front of him. A little girl was walking slowly to him.

It was Ye Ling.

Two old men like ghosts were behind her.

At the moment, Ye Ling was wearing a dark black dress, barefoot, and was suspended above the ground, emitting a sinister breath.

Empress Shura!

The last empress in the world!

Zhang Wenxiu looked at Ye Ling as her ...