It was at this time that Xuanyuan Zhiji's figure walked in the direction of Xuanyuan Yu from the courtyard of the Prince's Mansion, his face was dark, and his body was full of violence.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, do you still want to hurt the innocent!" Xuanyuan Zhihe first scolded Xuanyuan Yu.

Xuanyuan Yu turned his head, looked at Xuanyuan Zhi and the pair of eyes full of yin owls, and said coldly: "Why did this prince hurt the innocent?" Uncle Huang, what do you mean by leading the soldiers of the Senate to occupy my Prince's Mansion? ”

Xuanyuan Zhiji's gaze fell on Xuanyuan Yu's hand, and the soldier's neck he was stuck in did not change in any strange way.

Yes, there is no such thing as his daughter Xuanyuan Yangyue, with scorched skin and ** muscles, only white bones remain.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, you have cultivated demonic skills privately, and you have made this king's daughter only half of her skeleton body remain, and she will suffer without being a ghost, please follow this king to the Senate for a trip and accept the trial!" Xuanyuan Zhi's voice was fierce, and his face was fierce.

In his life, he only had a baby daughter, and he wanted to marry the kid in front of him wholeheartedly, but he didn't expect to end up like this.

If it weren't for Yangyue being really his heart, he, as a father, would see that she was not a ghost or a ghost, and he would want to give her a good time with a sword and send her back to the West.

Xuanyuan Yu slowly let go of the hand that was clamping the soldier's neck, his eyes like black holes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips hooked up a sneer, and said: "This prince has never cultivated any magic skills, Uncle Huang, you don't have any evidence, you trample on the prince's mansion without permission, what crime should you be guilty of?" ”

With Xuanyuan Zhi and this big tumor, he doesn't want to have any more politeness.

"Haven't cultivated?!" Xuanyuan Zhiji's face turned hideous all of a sudden, "You haven't cultivated, how can your body exude such a strong dark demonic aura?" How could it corrode Yangyue's body to the point that only half of the skeleton remained? ”

Xuanyuan Yu's face sank and he didn't say a word.

Ling Luo stretched out his hand, grabbed Xuanyuan Yu's arm, raised his head, glared at Xuanyuan Zhiji with burning eyes, and said: "So many disciples in the Holy Golden Hall are watching, it is clear that your daughter Xuanyuan Yangyue pounced on herself, and she insisted on holding Yu with a dead face, she suffered a crime, and she still blames others?" ”

"What are you, shut up!" Xuanyuan Zhihe was furious when he lost his beloved daughter, and he roared at Ling Luo.

Xuanyuan Yu raised his head suddenly, and in his eyes like a black hole, an extremely violent gaze crossed him, and his voice was like a ghost from hell: "Xuanyuan Zhiji, you dare to insult Luo'er?" ”

Xuanyuan is wise and against himself, he can endure; But once this old thing insults Luo'er, he will never be able to bear it.

Anyone who bullied her, he would never tolerate it!

In just an instant, Xuanyuan Yu's emotions became excited, and his eyes, like black holes, were shrouded in anger.

At the same time, a dark demonic aura quietly spread in his body, gradually enveloping his body.

Xuanyuan Zhihe obviously felt the change in the temperament of the nephew in front of him, and a chill hit his heart, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

The dark demonic qi that had just been suppressed by the merman's tears began to emerge again in an instant.

Xuanyuan Yu's eyes like black holes overflowed with dark black gas again, and he suddenly stretched out his hand, like an eagle's claw, and grabbed wildly in the direction of Xuanyuan Zhiji.