Chapter 110 The Emperor's Teacher (50)

He stretched out his arms and hugged Shen Qingjue, hugged him horizontally, gently placed him on the couch, and then helped him cover the quilt well.

Chu Yanhuan looked like he was still alive.

Afterwards, the young Empress took down the sword hanging on the side and walked down the white marble steps step by step.

The assassin was also held on the ground by the Janissaries waiting to be disposed of.

Chu Yanhuan stood in front of her and waved the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand.

On the expressionless face of the Empress, there was a gloomy chill. She held the female assassin's chin with her sword and asked, "Why do you want to assassinate me?"

The tone of voice is sinister and treacherous, and it makes people shudder to listen carefully.

No one doubted that this tyrannical young emperor wanted to stab this man.

The female assassin glared at Chu Yanhuan and scolded: "God emperor, who made you seal the city, do you know... My parents died inside because of your order to seal the city!"

Then she pretended to be the assistant of the imperial doctor, sneaked into the palace, and wanted to assassinate Chu Yanhuan.

Hear this.

The Empress laughed until she could barely straighten her waist, her laughter was almost crazy, and it was a bit sad.

You see, you see.

This is the people she will spare no effort to save.

Now he was actually aiming a knife at her?

How ridiculous?

She killed Shen Qingjue, and she killed Shen Qingjue... These words echoed in Chu Yanhuan's mind like a spell.

The Empress gradually put away her smile, her delicate snow-white face was expressionless, and her voice was gloomy in this huge palace.

"Drag her to me."

"I'm going to kill her myself."

...

This night in the prison, the shrill screams continued to sound.

For the first time, the aloof female emperor killed a person with her own hands.

One knife at a time, knife to bone.

But it was abruptly that she finally died.

Bleeding almost all over the place, against the pale and depressing prison cell, the dreary and eerie collision of extremes, like the blooming of Manzhu Shahua, exudes the beauty of death.

after.

Chu Yanhuan washed his hands many times, until those slender and fair hands were clean and free of dust.

How could she be willing to touch him with her dirty hands.

She raised her slender fingers and slowly touched Prime Minister Xueyi's beautiful face, and the Empress' brows were strangely tender.

"Little brother, don't be afraid, we will see you soon..."

Hearing this, the system in the space was stunned: [Fuck, what's the situation, the host knows that Shen Qingjue is Lord Tiandao? 】

Then it watched Chu Yanhuan raise those slender hands like jade.

The fingers flew, gradually forming a complicated palm print, and the bright white light lingered around her.

On the girl's expressionless face, the dark pupils were as delicate as ink.

The world almost fell apart and then returned to its original state.

Even the system in the space felt a sense of tearing, which was the oppressive force from the depths of the soul.

The light group almost screamed, and the hair exploded, [Host, what are you doing? Stop, are you crazy! 】

Isn't it crazy?

Chu Yanhuan was using the power of the Fallen Angels, such terrifying power was overwhelming, destroying almost everything.

Sudden.

The girl bent down sharply, covered her chest with her hands, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

This body cannot withstand her own strength.

Chu Yanhuan murmured, "Why, why is this happening?"

"Why can't I find his soul?"

Chu Yanhuan almost collapsed, blood was constantly spilling from the corners of his pale lips, but the dark eyes were now dimmed, and there were no stars shining like before.

"Isn't he human? After death, he entered the six realms of reincarnation. Why can't I find him? Why? It's impossible?"

Chu Yanhuan was almost hysterical.

Until a pair of delicate and slender hands grabbed her shoulders.

These hands are extremely beautiful, just by looking at the hands, you can see how magnificent its owner is.

"Calm down, Fu Yue."

The low-magnetic and cold voice seems to contain the long and distant principles of the Great Dao, and it is very pleasant to listen to, clear and lingering like a spring in a high mountain.

oh ho ho i want a ticket

Does the mud cute conscience who wants to send me bats not hurt?