Mo Qingye glanced at her sister and brother, "Do you think I dare to kill someone?" He asked with a faint expression. Mo Qingye smiled and narrowed his eyes, but the seriousness in his eyes made people's hearts stagnate.

Fuyao's face tightened, and the short sword in his hand seemed to tremble suddenly, cutting through a trace of delicate skin.

A drop of bright red blood fell, and slowly, it flowed down her arm into a long trail of blood.

With a sway, the delicate face wrinkled instantly, and the bright red blood stains were very dazzling on the snow-white neck.

Fusu, who was standing behind her, had an innocent little face that froze instantly, and then his face tightened, as if he could no longer maintain Fang Cai's stupidity. His eyes were staring at the blood stains that were still bleeding on his sister's neck, and he looked at Mo Qingye with burning eyes. Mo Qingye saw it clearly, it was hatred.

Mo Qingye didn't look at those eyes, and when he looked at them more, he seemed to be able to feel the malice of this world. The child's eyes are the most sincere and moving, but the hatred is also more and more pure, which makes people's hearts chill.

"Sister, you're bleeding again." Fusu tugged at the hem of her skirt, her tone unwavering. It seems that he is just recounting a fact that has nothing to do with himself.

Again, Fuyao shook slightly, why didn't she remember when she was still bleeding?

But the trance was only for a moment, and suddenly the eyes returned to clarity. "Sister is fine, you will follow them back to the capital in the future, you know? My sister wants to go back to see my father and queen mother. When she spoke of the queen mother, her tone paused slightly.

"But she wouldn't take us there." Fusu didn't answer his sister's words, just looked at Mo Qingye. Just looked at her quietly.

A pair of black and white pupils are calm and a little flustered. It seems that nothing in the future appeals to them.

"I don't like people threatening me." Mo Qingye said lightly.

If you dare to compromise with some people, it is inevitable that you will gain an inch. What's more, if the two of them appear on the battlefield to conquer the emperor of the Northern Kingdom, they are afraid that they will be in trouble when they return to the Great Zhou in the future.

No matter what, the Emperor of the Northern Kingdom is also their nominal uncle.

To put it mildly, it is also ironic. It's also a big scandal.

The two siblings didn't dare to doubt Mo Qingye's words, even if Su Jinyan was murderous, it couldn't make them have the slightest cowardice. Sometimes you already know his bottom line, but you don't have anything to fear. But it's rare. They were really a little afraid of Mo Qingye.

Maybe she abolished Ukomu without any pressure. Maybe she ruthlessly hacked Liang Chuwen to death, or maybe she won everyone's awe as a woman. This is also what their two sisters and brothers are most envious of now. If they can have such heinous means, why can't they slash their enemies!

Fusu clenched his small fists. But he didn't dare to let his sister see his expression. He could only hide behind his sister. "And what do you want? My sister will be the county lord when she returns to Da Zhou later. And the emperor's grandfather said that he would treat each other as a princess, and if we die here, General Su will not have a good result. Fusu dodged slightly, and his sister suddenly turned her head. After speaking, he lowered his head and refused to look at Fuyao again.

Although Fuyao has suffered a lot of grievances. But he grew up pampered, and his strength naturally didn't grow. The short sword in her hand was also a little difficult to hold, and the delicate blood slowly flowed over her body, leaving an astonishing beauty. But her younger brother, who was dedicated to protecting her, suddenly said such a thing, which surprised her. There is even a deep fear hidden in the bottom of the eyes.

"I don't want to do anything, but I have to tell you, anything can happen during the march, even the first beauty in the world was unlucky enough to be killed by lightning, presumably, two more saints won't think much about anything, right?" Mo Qingye's face, Lao Tzu is clearly threatening you, what are you doing!

"You dare!" Fusu said angrily. I accidentally didn't control the small voice, and the slightly harsh voice made my heart feel slightly cold.

"Do you think I dare? Maybe the body can be sent back to the north for burial. I just don't know how the Emperor of the North has settled you. Maybe if you are lucky, you can be buried in the imperial mausoleum with the first emperor. Mo Qingye counted their posthumous placements one by one, and when he heard it, Fusu's little face was instantly gloomy.

As soon as Fuyao heard that he was going to be sent back to the northern country, his whole body trembled, and the short sword in his hand could barely hold it.

Mo Qingye glanced at Fusu, "It's your idea, right?" In one sentence, Fusu's face changed slightly.

Fuyao couldn't understand what the two were saying.

The corners of Mo Qingye's mouth hooked, although this sister hated monstrous, but in fact she was still a girl who was raised in the deep boudoir, although the younger brother was ignorant of the world, but in the harem of the northern country, where would she really not understand anything. Even many times, the younger brother is unwilling to pierce the only belief in his sister's heart, and occasionally has to pretend to be stupid and confused. For example, today, although he didn't say anything, he often inadvertently guided Fuyao's mood in private.

"You're all bad guys!" Fusu suddenly screamed and shouted, and then pushed his sister away heavily, and his sister staggered, and the short sword in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

Mo Qingye chuckled and looked at him, watching him run out angrily.

"Fusu, where are you going. Wait, sister. Fuyao called out in a panic, how could he still look like he was going to hang himself. Holding his neck with one hand, he planned to chase him out.

Mo Qingye kicked lightly at his feet, and the solid wood table was lightly blocked at the door.

Fuyao took two steps back slightly, "You are a priest, you are high, why should you embarrass our orphan girl, you haven't experienced it, how can you understand my hatred of wanting to break my bones and ashes!" Fuyao screamed, barely able to hear a word again, paranoid that people couldn't help but frown.

Mo Qingye stood up, "Don't you think you should care about your younger brother in the palm of your hand?" You don't see anything wrong? Mo Qingye's tone was a little pitying. But at the bottom of my heart, I also sighed slightly.

Fu Yao's heart jumped heavily, his palms trembled slightly, and then he clenched into a fist. It seems that this is the only way to stop the sudden fear in my heart.

"My brother, he's still young. It's still small, what, I don't understand anything. What could he, such a young child, know? "He's still the little brother in his mind, the younger brother who needs her protection.

Fuyao's face became paler and paler, and he bit his lower lip tightly. She never thought that anything would go wrong with her brother, who was protected by her.

She covered everything in the northern kingdom, and never let her brother see that something was wrong.

Leng Buding, I suddenly remembered the sentence of Fusu Fangcai, sister, you are bleeding again.

Fuyao froze, as if thunderbolt, and his whole body suddenly froze. His eyes were full of horror.

He, got it! (To be continued.) )

PS: Nima, picked the hottest day to go back. Thirty-three degrees, tsk, it's almost hot dog...... I heard that it will rain tomorrow, God willing.