Zhuge Hualuan's screams were extremely intense, but there was a strong sense of shock in the fierceness!

Because Mu Yunhe had already waved his cane and pointed directly at Zhuge Hualuan, who fell to the ground! And his face finally faced Zhuge Hualuan, at that moment, not only blocking Hualuan, but all the people opposite him finally saw the true face of this mysterious man who danced with the desert goddess!

Under the fiery red sun, the clouds crossed the sun, pouring down a golden red light, enveloping his body, and his cold face appeared more and more profound under the light of this magical transformation. A few strands of sweaty messy hair stuck to his face, blown by the wind, and his pale face was almost transparent, not unreal.

However, at this moment, he is different from the past, he used to be gentle, and he can laugh and say pain. It can be full of clear and simple eyes. But lately, he has been dark and gloomy, and he has a gloomy face like a handsome devil, looking down on everyone with a cold and arrogant gaze.

He was covered with a gloomy aura that swept across the fiery desert, and the temperature around him seemed to drop. He hugged Luo Zhiheng, who was so weak that he couldn't stand steadily, with one hand tightly that he was shockingly gentle and considerate. But he can also hold a sharp long knife in one hand, his eyes are gloomy, and his expression is cold and angry at Zhuge Hualuan, it is a thrilling ruthless decision, and he will never die!

He seemed to be ignited by a huge rage in an instant, burning out all the disguised warmth and jade, and instantly turned into a demon and came to ask for his life!

No one is not shocked by this man's peerless appearance, the beautiful suffocating feeling, making people linger and obsessed, fragile with a powerful and oppressive momentum, the whole person is clean but hazy contradictions and struggles. As soon as he came out, the whole audience quickly fell silent.

Zhuge Hualuan fell to the ground like that, but there was an abnormal flush on his pale face, looking up at the man who had so unstoppably intruded into her sight, the horror and anger in his eyes were gradually replaced by amazement and obsession. For a moment, she forgot that the man in front of her was raising a steel knife against her.

"Little prince! Calm down and let them give us an explanation, this matter can be solved through other channels! "Although the chess saint despises Zhuge Hualuan's black hand, after all, this matter involves two countries, and there is also a sage, once Mu Yunhe is impulsive, it is easy to cause a lot of trouble and strife.

"This matter is not right with Hua Luan, I will ask Hua Luan to apologize to Luo Zhiheng, you can negotiate the conditions if you want, but you can't hurt Zhuge Hua Luan, after all, this is a contest, it is inevitable that there will be accidental injuries with real knives and guns, and Hua Luan may also be careless." In the end, the painting saint is still biased towards Zhuge Hualuan, he can talk about the conditions, but the premise is that Zhuge Hualuan cannot be harmed.

Mu Yunhe's cold gaze seemed to be so cold from the polar region, and the black pupils looked at the painting saint slowly, just kept watching, cold, ruthless, and mocking, until the painting saint looked dissatisfied and looked away slightly, Mu Yunhe's cold voice seemed to explode directly from the trachea: "Talk about conditions? hurt the princess of this king, why do you think you came to negotiate terms with this king? Do you think that this is your Southern Dynasty, so you can do whatever you want? Can you unscrupulously bully the king's wife? You also think too highly of my Mu Yunhe's measurements! This king doesn't have such a broad chest, this king only knows that if he hurts Luo Zhiheng, he will die! ”

As soon as he said this, even the veteran Murong General couldn't help but jump in his eyelids, and there was a kind of sadness in his eyes when he looked at Mu Yunhe, no matter how weak Mu Yunhe's body was, but Mu Yunhe's courage and ruthlessness made people dare not underestimate him!

The painting saint couldn't help but feel weak, but after all, he had been in high power for so long, how could he be threatened by a child? He straightened his face and said: "This matter is our fault, we will do what you are satisfied with in terms of compensation, but there is no need to hurt one after another, it will not be good if it hurts the harmony of the two countries." ”

"That's not right, right?" Tong Lao couldn't help but open his mouth angrily, even if he was his old brother for many years, he couldn't watch his back being bullied: "Isn't it hurting the harmony of the two countries if the people of your Zhuge family deliberately hurt people?" What's more, this is a matter of two children, and the parents of we, the victims, have not yet said anything, but you hurters are here to speak righteously and exaggeratedly, without any remorse or apology, right? ”

"Zhuge Painting Soul, you are also a lot older, you don't even understand this truth, right? You protect the calf, old man, am I like that? Luo Zhiheng is our family's granddaughter-in-law, and Mu Yunhe is my old man's grandson, what's the matter? Your Zhuge painting Luan is the meat of your heart, you are a person, are the people of our Tong family all animals? ”

The painting saint's face changed, he was really shocked by Mu Yunhe's momentum, the kind of ruthlessness that did not reach the goal and did not give up, made him sensitive to what Mu Yunhe was going to do, so he would be in a mess for a while, because if Mu Yunhe really did something, then Hualuan's next life would be miserable.

"Third brother! I didn't mean that, but now that things are like this, painting Luan is not authentic, but if a few sticks hit Luo Zhiheng's body, she won't have much of a problem, why can't this matter pass? Zhuge couldn't help but say with a headache.

"In the past? Not authentic? Doesn't it matter how many sticks you hit on your body? Mu Yunhe suddenly laughed gloomily, muttering these words between his lips and teeth, and suddenly looked at Zhuge Painting Soul with sharp and gloomy eyes and said angrily: "Are you blind?" Can't you see the blood all over the ground and the blood on Ah Heng's body? You should be really blind and confused! But your granddaughter isn't confused! ”

"You don't know, but your granddaughter clearly knows that Ah Heng has injuries on her body, so she is despicable and degrading to hit Ah Heng's wounds! This king asks you, "Isn't this authentic?" It's called being dirty! Call it despicable and shameless! This matter can be passed, that is, this king also stabbed her, and then attacked her with an iron rod against the wound that was penetrated through her chest! Until she sheds more blood than Ah Heng, otherwise, this king will cut off her arm! There is no third way to go! Mu Yunhe's cruel voice gradually calmed down, but the calmer it was, the more ruthless it became, and every word made people stand upside down and be silent.

"What did you say?!" Tong Lao exclaimed incredibly, looking at Luo Zhiheng's fragile and pale face, as well as the blood dripping from his body, he finally understood that Mu Yunhe would be so angry. Tong Lao is most unaccustomed to this kind of insidious villain.

He said angrily: "Zhuge Painting Soul, how could you educate such an insidious junior? Obviously, it's okay to stop at the point, don't talk about anything else, just by virtue of the relationship between the two of us, your granddaughter shouldn't be so painful to my juniors! Today, Luo Zhiheng is safe and sound, I can still forgive you, but if Luo Zhiheng is damaged in the slightest, and you have repeatedly maintained the barrier Hualuan, I am afraid that our brotherhood for many years will not be good again. ”

Everyone was silent, accidents one after another, conspiracies one after another, Zhuge Hualuan's despicability and shamelessness were infinitely expanded at this moment, and even the high-powered painter saint was not a person inside and out, such a woman was simply a scourge, dying early and saving others from harm.

People talked a lot, and they shot at the people of the Zhuge family with insult and disdain. Zhuge Painting Soul has had a good reputation all his life, but he didn't expect to be ruined by a late-born junior today. But he can't ignore it, after all, Zhuge Hualuan is the only girl who grew up in their family's generation, pampered since childhood, and he brought it with him to raise him, and that relationship is by no means fake.

The painting saint also saw that today's battle, Mu Yunhe was really provoked, and Luo Zhiheng did occupy the truth and affection, it was Zhuge who painted Luan badly, in the face of public opinion/opinion, the painting saint knew that he had to give an explanation today, otherwise there would be endless troubles, and the most haode explanation was to follow Mu Yunhe's wishes, and from now on, this matter will be turned over.

But ruining Zhuge Hualuan's arm is too ruthless, he secretly hates Mu Yunhe's ruthlessness, but he has to make a choice, instead of destroying his arm and completely ruining it, it is better to stab himself, and then let them beat him out, and in the future, Zhuge Hualuan will heal his wounds, and he can be the same as before.

"Is there no other way to defuse your hatred?" Zhuge Painting Soul Zuihou asked again unwillingly.

Mu Yunhe's eyebrows were full of gloomy aura, and when he heard the words, he said sarcastically: "Yes, the third choice, this king killed her with one sword!" ”

His ruthlessness and determination were indisputable, and his powerful and cold aura shocked the audience, and everyone was fiercely shocked by this man who seemed to be an elven royal family. And be amazed by him!

Zhuge Painting Soul pupils shrank, and looked at Mu Yunhe fiercely, no one has ever been able to force him to this step, there is no retreat but no resistance, he has been a painting saint for so many years, and it is the first time that Yujian dares not to give him face, but the identity of the other party is also prominent and noble enough! made him have to judge the situation and take a step back in compromise.

"Pick the first one! You can give her a knife, or you can hit her all the things that she hit on Luo Zhiheng's body! But you have to remember that Luo Zhiheng is not dead now, nor is he disabled, and Zhuge Hualuan can't die, can't be disabled! Otherwise...... "Zhuge Painting Soul still has a ruthlessness, he can see it openly, and knows how to minimize the damage, but there is also a strong threat in his words.

If Mu Yunhe really dared to hurt Hua Luan too much, then don't blame him for ignoring the face of the third brother of Nian Tong, after all, he has the qualifications to speak in front of the emperor, he believes that as long as he speaks, even the emperor of the Southern Dynasty will give him assistance and stand on his side!

"This king has his own measure." At this moment, Mu Yunhe's lips hooked and smiled slightly, as if the demon king of the mixed world had finally broken free from the cage of light, and as soon as he came out, he was lawless and chaotic, unscrupulously doing whatever he wanted. The gaze wandered strangely.

Zhuge Hualuan heard that the old ancestor actually hurt her and left her alone, so he woke up from his obsession with Mu Yunhe's beauty. She crawled over with a white face and hugged Zhuge Hua's legs, and the pear blossom brought rain to cry and beg weakly: "Ancestor save me, don't be beaten, it hurts!" Hua Luan didn't know that Luo Zhiheng was injured, just painting Luan was just a ghost for a while, it really wasn't intentional, I could give Luo Zhiheng daoqian, she knew that I didn't mean it, the ancestor painting Luan don't be beaten! Ancestor help......"

Zhuge Hualuan cried heartbreaking at this moment, all the previous softness and grace have returned, the crying is called a beautiful, if it is placed in the past, it will definitely make people feel tempted and pity, but today, no one will be tempted to pity her, because people have seen her ugly and evil side. So her performance at the moment is simply disgusting!

And her lack of responsibility, and the spineless appearance of backing up on others when she encounters something, is simply hateful, and people are not even willing to look at her more, and it is disgusting to look at her more.

Zhuge Painting Soul is also very distressed for her like this, a child who has never suffered since she was a child, but today she has to go through all this, which is really distressing. But if she does something wrong, she has to bear the consequences, and she can't act recklessly just because she has the backing of a wealthy family. What's more, Mu Yunhe, the nobleman of the Mu Dynasty, is not low, and the two are evenly matched, so there must be a solution that can be said in the past.

"Good boy, don't cry, be strong. Although you made a mistake today, but take it on, the people of our Zhuge family are also upright, it is not terrible to make mistakes, as long as you have the courage to bear it, you are still a good child of the ancestors, and the ancestors will still love you, if it doesn't hurt, it will pass soon. After all, Zhuge Painting Soul was not really completely insane, and he even slowed down his voice to comfort his panicked little granddaughter.

But the reason why Zhuge Painting Soul dares to be arrogant is entirely because of the situation! Because of the situation, it is bullying! And her battle is naturally the power of Zhuge Painting Soul! The old ancestor never left her alone! weishenme suddenly let go today? And let that group of people come together to bully her? Zhuge Hualuan felt very desperate, because she knew what kind of mentality and strength she had when she beat Luo Zhiheng, she was completely killed, and she was afraid that Luo Zhiheng would let people treat her like that!

"Ancestors, don't do it! Hua Luan is scared, Hua Luan really didn't mean to. Luo Zhiheng weishenme should be so careful? I can give you daoqian, don't let people hit me. All Zhuge Hualuan's reserved pride is gone, she only has to complain, and the fragility of her age.

"Humph! Unrepentant, innocent of death! General Murong couldn't help but snort coldly. How can there be such a person who does not know what to say? If you make a mistake, you should be confident and ask others to forgive, and you should let others not be stingy. You know that those iron rods hurt a lot on the body, and they also hit people's wounds, why can't they beat you now?

"Trample! Dare to beat Luo Zhiheng, I will let my father teach you a lesson! The Jade Princess finally rushed over panting, but when she saw Luo Zhiheng snuggled in Mu Yunhe's arms covered in blood, she was still startled, her little face was pale and pale, and she pulled Murong Xianxue, who was also pale, and said with a crying voice: "Blood, blood!" Lots of blood!! ”

Murong Xianxue naturally saw a lot of blood, and she couldn't tell what she was feeling at the moment, anyway, she wanted to snatch the knife in Mu Yunhe's hand and chop the hypocritical and lowly Zhuge Hualuan with a knife. She looked at Zhuge Hualuan viciously and said angrily: "It's really a trampling person!" ”

"Why do you blame me? Who are you to scold me? Luo Zhiheng also cheated just now, she used sand to raise me, didn't you see? Isn't she mean? Zhuge Hualuan is still arguing with strong words, in her opinion, she is really not wrong, weishenme This group of people are going to blame her?

"Fart! If she hadn't resisted, she would have died by now! You are only allowed to beat and kill her like a mad dog, so you can't fight back? How can there be such a bastard thing as you? What's more, he didn't hurt you after capturing you, it stands to reason that you are dead, and you are spending the night in the game, but you are secretly a killer, blatantly playing scoundrels, not to mention seriously injuring people, or deliberately repeating it where people are injured, you are known to everyone, what else do you have to quibble? Old General Murong couldn't help but reprimand angrily.

Zhuge Hualuan really didn't dare to face these guys who were bent on maintaining Luo Zhiheng, she looked at the ancestor for help, but the ancestor slowly closed his eyes, and Zhuge Hualuan's heart sank little by little, and began to despair, spreading all over the body. She suddenly sneered and said, "Ancestor, don't you help me?" Are you scared? You're afraid I'll get into trouble for the family, are you? You don't want to leave me alone, do you? You gave up on me for the sake of your family, didn't you? Are you scared by a little Lo Chi Heng? Ancestor, how did you become like this? ”

Zhuge Huasoul opened his eyes in disbelief, looking at the child he loved since he was a child, he was strict with his younger generations all his life, but he was full of love for this child, and he was reluctant to scold more than a word, and he was reluctant to fight more, he was really afraid of melting in his mouth, and he was afraid of falling in his hand, holding her tightly to hold her little hand, raising her, educating her, cultivating her, and growing up with her all the way. He is teaching her all his life's work, and he is cultivating the next generation of painting saints!

He didn't pass on his son, grandson, or great-grandson, but gave her all the transition that he had learned in his life across two generations spanning seventy or eighty years! Isn't his love and value for this granddaughter obvious enough? Recently, the child he has been cultivating as a successor has mocked him in public, accused him, and even ...... He didn't want to believe the slander in her words. Ge Luan to Danren.

How could he not be shocked? How can you not be sad and heartbroken?

"Zhuge Hualuan, do you know what you're talking about?" Zhuge painted the soul with some dark ways.

"Know! Of course I do! You are frightened by the name of the Mu Dynasty! You don't want to save me, because you're scared, you're afraid that Mu Yunhe will be bad for the family! That's how you are, nothing is more important than the family! What am I in your eyes? Do you know my stress and pain? You keep saying that you love me, but you make me stand on the cusp of the family in the middle of the storm, everyone is against me, they hate me, they hate me! Just because you're going to pass on the damn painting to me! That's why my own father wants me to die! I hate you, I hate you to death! Who is rare for your position as a saint in painting? Zhuge Hualuan's face distorted and roared, shouting out all the words she had been suppressing in her heart.

She may have her suffering, but she should never treat the old man who has always loved her and cultivated her like this. The old people all hope that their children and grandchildren are good, and the painting saint has higher expectations for her, how many people want such attention and cultivation can not beg, Zhuge Hualuan easily got it, the blessing of several lifetimes of cultivation, but she does not know satisfaction and gratitude. also blindly complained, he ruined this heavy kindness.

Zhuge paints the soul of unsteady footsteps, and family affection has always been able to easily hurt people's bodies. Zhuge closed his eyes palely. How could he not be sad. How could he say that his compromise momentum today was saving her? He was afraid, but what he was afraid of was not Mu Dynasty, but Mu Yunhe!

This man has too strong and fierce resentment and anger, and his eyes are full of hatred, which is really ruthless and gloomy. So much so that he knew that if he couldn't let Mu Yunhe vent his anger completely today, then Zhuge Hualuan would be in trouble in the future, rather than letting Zhuge Hualuan die in Mu Yunhe's crazy revenge, it would be better to let Zhuge Hualuan be injured, and death and injury and life are two extremes, two completely different!

It was also because he saw that Mu Yunhe was really a resolute and ruthless person, so he compromised in Mu Yunhe's desperate crazy anger before making a choice. But Zhuge Hualuan doesn't understand, and he can't be strict immediately!

People were shocked by Zhuge Hualuan's unsuspecting words, it turned out that a shameless bastard could still be like this?! Today, they finally understand what it means to be golden, and they are defeated. It turns out that when this beauty/skin is split, what is revealed is bloody and dirty!

Beauty, femme fatale, who can tell the difference?

"Enough is enough, the king's mercy is limited." Mu Yunhe didn't seem to hear their conversation, and he kept looking at Luo Zhiheng during the period, his eyes were cold, and there was demonic gentleness in his eyes. Until this moment, he raised his head and turned his face sideways, and he didn't look at Zhuge Hualuan, but asked the painting saint.

He was merciful enough, he thought, because he had given the grandfather and grandson enough time to talk before taking revenge.

The painting saint closed his eyes fiercely, and said in a trembling voice: "Do it!" ”

"Old Ancestor!!" Zhuge Hualuan screamed in shock, and suddenly felt that the white light flashed in front of her, her scalp was numb, and she looked at Mu Yunhe suddenly, only to see the handsome man holding a steel knife looking at him with an extremely cold gaze, which seemed to be looking at a dead person. She just felt her heart pounding!

"Don't hurt me! I don't dare anymore. Please, don't hurt me! Don't hit me! I'm really scared. Zhuge Hualuan suddenly softened his hideous face, crying weakly and cutely, looking at Mu Yunhe with teary eyes, as if he had a thousand words to tell him.

Beauty tricks?

The people present suddenly felt that Zhuge Hualuan was hopeless. At this time, she still wants to seduce/seduce Mu Yunhe, can she be more shameless?

Zhuge Hualuan's appearance made Luo Zhiheng, who was pillowing Mu Yunhe's shoulder, couldn't help but laugh, but she was too weak, and her movements involved the wound, and she couldn't help but gasp in pain.

This cold breath also reminded everyone that Zhuge Hualuan's evil deeds just now also made Mu Yunhe's face even more gloomy.

A trace of gloom and evil violence flashed in Mu Yunhe's eyes, he took a step forward, Luo Zhiheng followed a step, Zhuge Hualuan wanted to retreat, but she really couldn't retreat. At that moment, optimistic about the tyrannical and bloodthirsty eyes under Mu Yunhe's shocking face, Zhuge Hualuan suddenly had a feeling of impending disaster, her eyes widened in horror, and she was about to ask Zhuge Huasoul for help, but it was too late! Her eyes widened in a daze, and she only had time to see a flash of cold light, only to see Mu Yunhe raise his knife violently and fall hard!!

"Don't!!" Zhuge Painting Soul has been paying close attention to Mu Yunhe's movements, when he saw Mu Yunhe raise the strange long knife, his scalp was numb, and when the long knife fell, Zhuge Painting Soul finally exclaimed in shock, but it was too late!

The hand rises, the knife falls, and the blood flows wildly! There are no ruins on the Gobi Desert, but there is an extra broken arm!!

Poof! The blood rushed up like a waterfall against the current, splashing Mu Yunhe's body, and three or two drops were also splashed on his handsome and evil face, which would not give people a sense of disobedience, only a thrilling sense of poignancy and gorgeousness!

He didn't hesitate to drop with a knife, and quickly cut off the arm that Zhuge Hualuan subconsciously raised to block! Cut off from the root, a whole living arm rolled out and landed on the golden desert, and the blood splashed was only a little more than Luo Zhiheng's flowing blood. 13acv。

And Zhuge Hualuan also screamed bitterly at that moment: "Ah!! ”

A girl like a flower, a complete life, from this moment on, completely crippled!

Quiet! The audience was as quiet as death! Except for Zhuge Hualuan's tragic and miserable cry! Everyone was so frightened by this knife that their eyelids were beating wildly, their hearts were beating faster, their blood was flowing backwards, and their whole bodies were cold!

It was the most frightening and cruel scene, but because of Mu Yunhe's powerful aura and cold and arrogant gaze, as well as his ruthless knife, he was silent! It seems that at this moment, whoever dares to open his mouth will be the next Zhuge Painting Luan!

Zhuge Hualuan hugged the shoulder that was missing an arm, rolling back and forth on the desert, the blood was red and dazzling, falling all over the golden desert, and her miserable screams and cries only made people clearly feel her pain and despair, and people seemed to have fallen into that kind of despair that they couldn't understand, their bodies were not painful, but they were cold!

Lesson! This is a lesson from the past!

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