Ziye's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the tea cup in his hand flew out suddenly, and the whole flew towards Hu Xuetong.

The corners of Hu Xuetong's lips showed a sneer of disdain, and he raised his hand to slap it with a palm, as if waving his hand to drive away a feather, indifferent.

Just when her palm wind had not touched the tea cup, the tea cup suddenly "banged" and shattered into countless pieces.

The sharp fragments were like hidden weapons, and they suddenly accelerated towards Hu Xuetong.

The sudden change made Hu Xuetong's face dangerous, but he was still calm and unfazed to change the shot to sweep, waving his hand to the fragments.

It's just that when her hand touched those fragments, her heart sank.

The impact of the shards was beyond her budget.

With a sweep, her palm wind didn't blow all away, and a few fish that slipped through the net grazed her palms and arms sharply and sounded, flying towards her cheeks.

Hu Xuetong instinctively turned his head to the side, trying to avoid the shards.

It's just that the fragments are already close at hand, and it's too late.

"Sneer......"

The subtle sound of scraping the skin made Xuan Wenrui's face change suddenly, his wife, he knew best.

Beauty is even more important to her than life.

The energy and thought she spent on her face even surpassed that of her own son.

With a cry of pain, Hu Xuetong staggered back and raised his hand to touch his cheek in disbelief.

At the peak of her eyebrows, a small piece of her eyebrows was cut off in two, and on her cheeks, blood was dripping, and a two-inch wound was hideously bloody.

Hu Xuetong's body trembled suddenly, looking at the blood on his hands in disbelief, and screamed loudly.

In the scream, where could she still care about Ziye, her hands trembled and took out a small bronze mirror from the brocade bag around her waist, and shivered on her cheeks.

"Ah......h

In the midst of seeing the wound on his face, Hu Xuetong finally screamed hysterically, and the purple night lip flap was even more embarrassed.

She had already guessed this.

For people who are so old and still care about beauty and maintenance, appearance is the most important thing for them.

If you want to hit her, you just need to do something on her face that she pays the most attention to.

Therefore, the moment the tea cup recognized it, it was moved by Zi Ye.

She skillfully shattered the veins of the tea cup with her spiritual power, and with her skill, after it shattered, with the help of the acceleration of the bullet, she cut Hu Xuetong's cheek.

Now looking at her hysterically there, Zi Ye has an expression of fear that the world will not be chaotic.

"Tut-tut...... What a shame...... It is already old, and the youth is no more, and now the skin is broken, and it is bound to leave a scar, such a scar, but the trace will not disappear until death......"

Hu Xuetong was suddenly silent, and instantly remembered her as the culprit.

The fingertips dyed with red cardamom pointed sharply at Ziye: "Xuan Wenrui, what are you waiting for?" Habu killed her for me......"

Xuan Wenrui hurriedly pressed her arm, lowered her voice and said, "Madam, she is Ziye ......"

"I don't care who she is...... If you dare to hurt me, I will kill her as much......" Hu Xuetong roared hysterically.

"She is the woman of the Son of Heaven, we ......"

"The Son of Heaven is a fart...... He's just a waste with a false name...... What are you afraid of him doing? ”

Purple Night looked at this Hu Xuetong, this woman, arrogant and a little overdone.

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