Ice dancing children's shoes are ready to put away the knife and fall.

In the end, it was Mo Tongshoe's repeated promise that this kind of thing would never happen, soft grinding and hard bubbles, and breaking the festival all over the ground, so that he finally saved his little brother.

Happy times are always so short-lived, and the next day, the person who occupies Mo Huang's body becomes the swallowing sky again.

On this day, on the roof of Wanhuang Palace, Jun Bingwu met He Lanqian.

On the Lingshan, the four seasons are like spring, in the Wanhuang Palace, a lot of peach blossoms are planted, and the pink petals are flying with the wind, fluttering and falling.

It's still the jade flute, it's still the lonely and arrogant song, and it's still the son who dances like jade.

It's a pity that time has passed, things are people, and two people who once regarded each other as confidants are now speechless.

Jun Bingwu took the lead in looking away, turned around and walked towards the palace.

He Lanqian's figure disappeared, his lips pursed slightly, his warm eyes deepened a little, and he flew away.

Not long after this incident, Jun Bingwu's personal maid came in from outside and stood in front of her with her head bowed.

Bite one's tongue.

"If you have something to say, just say it." Jun Bingwu noticed the strangeness of the maid, picked up the teacup on the table, and said indifferently.

"Niangniang, Wang ...... Wang ......" The maid secretly glanced at Bingwu, gritted her teeth, and was ruthless: "Wang summoned the Holy Maiden Liuxue to go to bed." ”

Click!

On the teacup in Jun Bingwu's hand, a crack appeared in an instant, and the sharp broken porcelain cut through her skin, and the white palm was dripping with blood.

"Niangniang is angry......" The maid was so frightened that she quickly knelt down and kept kowtowing.

"Go down." Jun Bingwu coldly spat out two words.

"Mother, the slave will bandage you." The maid trembled and suggested.

"Go down!" The voice was high, and it was freezing cold.

The maid didn't dare to disobey and hurriedly retired.

Jun Bingwu knew that after all, it was Swallowing Heaven that controlled his body now, even if this kind of thing really happened, Mo Huang should not be blamed, it was just ......

Why is her heart so sour and uncomfortable?

That bastard, who had promised her, would never let this happen.

Jun Bingwu's eyes turned red, and the strength in his hands couldn't help but increase, and the red blood mixed with the tea was left behind, which was shocking.

That evening, Liuxue specially came to Wanhuang Palace to ask Jun Bingwu to say goodbye, oh, no, in fact, it might be more accurate to show off.

Liuxue passed on a pale yellow bandeau dress, covered with a layer of translucent light veil, and above the collarbone, a large area of snow-white skin was exposed.

She wasn't here to show off, but to show off, a little dark red kiss mark on her snow-white skin.

All this has been fully illustrated that the previous ...... What happened.

Jun Bingwu's eyes were half-drooping, covering the bitterness that flashed under his eyes, and when he raised his eyes again, he was already clear, so cold that there was no trace of emotion.

"Ah, Sister Queen, what's wrong with your hand?" Liuxue Bingwu's claws wrapped into zongzi screamed in surprise.

Jun Bingwu didn't bother to pay attention to her, didn't answer, and didn't ask someone to sit for Liuxue, just hung coldly.

People obviously didn't want to pay attention to her, but Liuxue didn't have the consciousness to leave.

She took out a box of ointment from her sleeve pocket and raised her hands to her eyebrows: "Sister, Ice Muscle Jade Dew Cream is a healing elixir, apply it once a day in the morning and evening, it will heal in less than three days, and it will not leave a scar......

The maid behind Liuxue said: "Princess Niangniang, this is given to you by the king, how can you ......"

"Shut up!" Liuxue interrupted the maid sharply, "They are all their own sisters, so why bother about this?" A little respect, and I hope my sister will smile. ”

Princess......

Jun Bingwu bit this title and smiled indifferently, it is really a person who has been pampered, and he has a reputation so soon?

"Get out." Jun Bingwu threw out a word in a cold voice.

"Sister......" Liuxue didn't want Jun Bing to be so faceless, her eyes immediately turned red, and tears glistened, as if she would cry at any time.

Jun Bingwu was just indifferent, this was not a palace fight, there was no need for her to be vain with these holy queen concubines.

If the king is Mo Huang, then Mo Huang will definitely protect her, no need to worry, if the king is swallowing the sky, then there is no need to worry.

She didn't even pay attention to swallowing the sky, afraid that her woman would not succeed?

Anyway, Swallow Heaven won't let her go, and for the time being, he won't dare to do anything to her.

Just remembering what Swallow Heaven had done with Mo Huang's body and this Liuxue, she still couldn't help but get angry, and wanted to go over and castrate him.

The purpose of showing off was achieved, and the anger of Jun Bingwu was also successful, and Liuxue was aggrieved on the surface, but she was very proud in her heart.

She didn't intend to stay here any longer, but when she turned around, she was behind her great king.

Ruyuki exclaimed in dismay, and then immediately burst into tears.

Mo Huang indifferently spit out a word: "Get out!" ”

Liuxue poured out her grievances, but before she could receive Mo Huang's cold eyes, she finally didn't dare to say more, and retreated respectfully.

As soon as Liuxue left, a teacup flew towards Mo Huang's head.

Mo Huang dodged the teacup sideways, lightly dodging her teacup attack.

With a snap, the teacup shattered, and the hot tea splashed, wetting the corners of Mo Huang's robe.

"Get out!"

Today, Jun Bingwu seems to be in love with this word, she doesn't care whether the one in front of her is Swallowing Heaven or Mo Huang, in short, she is very unhappy now, and she doesn't want this face.

The maid behind her was so frightened that she was drenched in a cold sweat, serving this kind of master, and the little maid really doubted that she would be scared to death by her one day.

Mo Huang waved his hand and asked the maid to stand down, and he dragged a chair and sat down beside her.

The hand wrapped into a zongzi, Mo Huang's eyes dimmed, but he didn't say much, just picked up her dishes and chopsticks and fed her.

The chopsticks were raised to her mouth, Jun Bingwu just smiled sarcastically, didn't open her mouth, didn't speak, but that look was too ironic.

"I haven't touched her." Mo Huang sighed helplessly, seriously, "I swear." ”

"You didn't touch her, you just touched her body." Jun Bingwu snorted coldly from his nose, "Besides, which woman does the king want to favor, it is your right, how can I be qualified to put a beak?" ”

This tone is neither yin nor yang, and the sourness is pervasive, not to mention that there is something wrong with the mouth.

"You're jealous." Mo Huang definitely drew a conclusion.

As soon as these words came out, a certain queen mother was like a cat that had been stepped on by the tail, and immediately jumped up, slapped the table and roared: "Damn! Could it be that the old lady really wants to bless you generously? ”

This anger didn't matter, but the point was that she forgot about the injury on her hand, and slapped it down, making her grin in pain.

"My body hasn't touched her either, really." Mo Huang pulled her claws over in distress, carefully disassembling the thick bandage little by little, preparing to retreat her wound.