"We found a good spot to go to the theater. With a curl of his lips, he looked up at the roof.

Wangying understood what she meant, grabbed the flower brand with one hand, and landed on the roof very lightly, and then walked to the position of the main hall, gently uncovered a piece of tile, and looked down.

I saw Yaoyue put the sword in his hand on a person wearing an official uniform, and that person was trembling at the moment, as if he didn't even have the strength to stand.

Qingyue was standing opposite him, the folding fan in his hand was opened, and the fan bones inside were glowing with a cold chill, while Qing Gong was sitting on the Taishi chair on the right side of the main hall, holding a cup of fragrant tea in his hand, and the curling heat was rising, spreading on his face, the cold and hard face frowned, and his eyes were gloomy, even if it was separated by a layer of misty heat, it still gave people a cold and resolute feeling.

The mastiff ring is even more strange, standing next to Yaoyue all the time, standing with his hands tied, the same as before, with a cold face, no joy or anger, and no trace of panic. However, the corners of his lips seemed to be slightly upturned, with a hint of an imperceptible sneer.

Shouldn't Mastiff Ring be afraid at this time? He is Yaoyue's accomplice, and the Qing Palace will not even let go of his own son, so how can he let him go as a "staff member"?

In short, Ziyue felt that he was standing there with this expression as if he was an anomaly, and it was simply unpredictable.

"Father, why do you have to force me? This melt horn was originally found by me, and it is normal for me to give it to the queen, why do you have to give credit to Qingyue? Qingyue is your son, and so am I, what Qingyue can do, I will definitely be able to do it......" The black hair on his head was messy, and the gorgeous brocade robe on his body had been cut by other weapons in many places, and the originally evil eyes were full of panic and despair at the moment, and the gaze in his eyes was almost begging to look at the Qing Palace.

Qing Gong took a sip of fragrant tea slowly, and then looked at his youngest son coldly, and said unhurriedly: "You are right, you and Qingyue are both my sons, and you will definitely be able to do what he can do, but I think there is one thing you haven't figured out, that is, no matter who you are, you are my son of Qing Palace, and I gave you life, so your future will have to obey my arrangement, your behavior has betrayed me, and I can't forgive you at all......"

The thin lips pursed, and it seemed that he was still savoring the mellow fragrance of the tea, "Now, I will let you die and tell you what is the difference between you and Qingyue." Actually, it's very simple, the sunny moon is my choice, that's all......"

A cruel sneer crossed his lips, nodded slightly, and gave a cold look to the secret guard beside him......

The dark guards were about to pounce on the moon.

"Get out of the way, and Master Ben will deal with him. Qingyue's cold voice, with a hint of publicity, those cold eyes looked at Yaoyue with a bird's-eye attitude, as if looking at the prey to be slaughtered, it seemed to make it struggle in pain, and the slaughtering process was even more interesting, "Yaoyue, won't you have this day yourself......?

The steps approached step by step, as if stepping on Yaoyue's heart, he already felt that his heart had no strength to beat, and the whole person seemed to be standing on a high mountain cliff, falling down into the endless abyss......

However, the king of desire for survival still made him want to grasp the last straw, and the sword in his hand trembled, but it was closer to the official's neck, and there were already conspicuous sword marks on the white neck, and blood was flowing out of the sword marks, like a blooming poppy, delicate and cruel.

Yaoyue's flustered eyes were empty, desperate, and full of violence, "If you come over, I'll kill him, this queen's herald died in the post house for no apparent reason, I see...... How do you explain to the Queen......"

The corners of her lips lifted coldly, and Qingyue snorted coldly with her nostrils, "Yaoyue, you are really stupid to the house, if a little herald father can't solve it, how can he share the queen's worries and manage the entire Golden Silk Country......"

Yaoyue's eyes became even more confused, flickering at the herald who was held hostage by herself, and said in a trembling voice, "You know...... Do you know that I got the melt back...... I was going to dedicate it to the Queen...... You can bring this kind of news to the Queen...... Let the queen come to see my ......"

The herald had a sharp sword around his neck, and his heart was about to be broken, how could he answer Yaoyue's incoherent words at this time?His lips kept squirming, but he couldn't say a word......

"Yaoyue, you just obediently suffer death, don't hope that there will be any miracles......" The cold pupils shrank tightly, and the folding fan in his hand immediately flew out, and the folding fan spun in mid-air, drawing a dark shadow, coming in the direction of Yaoyue with a fierce momentum.

Originally, with Yaoyue's cultivation, it was not difficult to dodge this folding fan, but he was holding a person hostage in his hand, and he had serious internal injuries on his body, and his movements were much slower than before......

Then the shadow grew bigger and more blurred in his pupils, and he subconsciously felt that the fan bones made of stainless steel were about to plunge into his chest......

There was a muffled "bang", and the blood burst out with a powerful force, splashing the moon all over his face, and the once handsome and incomparable face was now only a pair of frightened eyes that had not been covered by blood, but he didn't feel the slightest pain, because the bone did not penetrate his chest, but directly pierced the official's throat.

A tiny life slowly disappeared in Yaoyue's hands, and finally the whole body fell, lying stiff on the cold floor, this official may not want to believe that he died in Qingyue's hands instead of Yaoyue, so his eyes have lost their luster The boss......

"I know you can't do it, so I'll help you as a good brother, my movements are quite neat, right?" Qingyue sneered, the curved arc of her lips revealed an incredible coldness.

"I'll give you a ride now, I promise it's the same neat and tidy ......" A cloud of white light suddenly surged in his palm, and he grabbed it in mid-air, and the fan bone inserted in the official's throat immediately pulled out by itself, and flew towards Yaoyue's heart with a fierce momentum again.

Although they were dog-eat-dog-like hair, Ziyue was still chilling when they looked at it on the rooftop. Qingyue's coldness and ruthlessness seem to be worse than Yaoyue's, not to mention wanting to kill Yaoyue with her own hands who has no ability to fight back, but she also has Yaoyue to endure the fear before death twice......

And the more beastly person is the Qing Palace who sits on the Taishi chair and leisurely drinks fragrant tea.