"Ahh Fuso's slightly gloomy face was full of distortion, and the screams of the femininity, which was not yet obvious, became more and more obvious at this time.

Just listening to the voice, you can be sure that he is only afraid that he will be conceived when he is a teenager.

Mo Qingye pitied him, but he didn't sympathize with him. The sympathy for him is the cruelty to the two sisters and brothers of Fuyao, as well as the girl who was forced to death by him.

At this time, she also remembered the woman who hanged herself a few days ago. Those girls were in high spirits when they came, and they even used to be hostile to Mo Qingye. But a woman who abides by etiquette and religion can't stand the perverted methods of Fusang. In such a splendid year, he chose to hang himself.

Even Fusang was very displeased and touched his brow. I heard that all the relatives of that family died violently overnight.

On that day, the palace was very quiet. Rao is those concubines who have been in the palace for many years, and they are not walking around the palace quietly.

Those little masters who are just the right age also have a little more melancholy between their eyebrows. The childish face that has not yet grown is also a little panicked. There are even some people who have some dead air. Fusang's illness, all the concubines kept silent. Those who survived, who didn't go through a disgusting tiao teaching. They can't get out of this quagmire anymore.

Although Mo Qingye didn't like those women, he was also a woman, and he always felt sad in his heart. Fusang, full of evil, will never let you live!

Mo Qingye's eyes were ruthless, let Fusang watch it with his own eyes, and felt the pain of breaking his hands and feet a little bit, even if he was dizzy, Mo Qingye used the jasper green lotus hairpin on the top of his head to directly stab the soles of Fusang's feet. The blood of the piercing was dripping, and within three breaths, Fusang woke up with a pale and hideous face.

At this time, Fusang's bones had long been intact, and he was lying on his stomach softly, unable to move on the ground.

But where would Mo Qingye let him go. "I promised her that I would use all the cruel methods in the world against you, so that your life would be worse than death." Mo Qingye frowned slightly. She knew that many people in this Jinluan Hall no longer dared to look at it.

Mo Qingye walked straight to the dead soldiers, and casually pulled out a shiny scimitar.

"Do you know Ling Chi? A knife cuts 3,600 knives on the body, but people can't swallow their breath? Thou art guilty of sin, so save the poor woman. Mo Qingye seemed to be muttering. From the first time she saw Fuyao, she saw her surrounded by the aura of life and death. Obviously, the vitality has not been cut off, and there is not the slightest scar on his body. But she was full of life. Mo Qingye knew that there was a kind of death, which was called mourning more than heart death. If you don't have nostalgia for this world, you will really spit out that breath.

Fuyao has been on the verge of life and death all these years. But I don't know which side to go. If it weren't for her monstrous hatred for Fusang, if it weren't for Fusu's youth, I'm afraid she would have forced herself to death a long time ago.

Mo Qingye walked in step by step, and Fusang couldn't make a sound in his throat for a long time, like a fierce beast that had fallen into a cage, his eyes were scarlet, and he looked at Mo Qingye coldly and desperately.

Jiang Jinhui used to fight on the battlefield, and at this time, he watched Mo Qingye expressionlessly use the golden scimitar to cut a piece of meat on his thigh and throw it to the sky, which was the opening sacrifice to the sky. Jiang Jinhui's heart flashed, this is an unspeakable rule.

Maybe the scimitar was not sharp enough, and with every cut, you could hear the sound of Zizi cutting through flesh. Everyone didn't even bother to do the only face at this time, and every time they cut it, they trembled all over. Flustered and had no strength all over his body, it was the middle-aged man who wanted to stop Mo Qingye before, and his legs were weak at this time.

Priest, it's terrifying.

Yuan Shunan clenched his fists and held himself to the ground to stop the uncontrollable tremor all over his body. Yuan Shun'an, who leaned towards the government and the opposition and coaxed the favor of the two emperors, regretted it for the first time. He does not regret betraying his wife and daughter, for so many years, even if he owes something in his heart, he is now blinded by the power and prosperity. But he regretted why he couldn't kill Mo Qingye when he entered the palace. Otherwise, how could I be in such a dangerous situation? Even, even the dead girl who shook back then should have been killed.

Not to mention how Yuan Shunan regretted it at this time, Fusang hated that he couldn't get a direct conclusion.

People like him are not afraid of death. My heart has long been cold like a cold-blooded animal, where is I still afraid of death. But now, he only wants to die. I just want to die!!

His throat had already been cut by Mo Qingye, but he couldn't breathe for a long time. Feeling the cold blade cut flesh and blood on him again and again, and the ground was covered with blood.

Everyone felt like they were in hell, and they didn't even notice that they had hit the door.

Even the ministers of the northern kingdom are faintly glad that they are coming, come in quickly. Hurry up and get them out of here!!

Mo Qingye didn't know that it was her move today that made most of the courtiers in the north return to their hometowns after the new emperor took the throne. Everyone was also seriously ill.

At this moment, the door was suddenly quiet by the sound of noisy fighting.

"Fuso, get out of here!" I only heard that Gao Yang roaring angrily outside, and the gate of the Jinluan Hall was split open from the outside with a knife. The gate of the heavy Jinluan Palace, with a click, was cut off by someone.

A man covered in blood and with a face as handsome as the moon on the horizon walked in with a knife. The tall figure of the great shore stepped forward, step by step as if stepping on everyone. The undisguised monstrous killing intent almost overwhelmed everyone. Poof, poof, all of them sat on the ground with weak legs.

The man had a pair of thick eyebrows and starry eyes, and at a glance he saw the girl who lowered her head and silently looked at the pile of flesh and blood on the ground. The woman was already stained with blood. Su Jinyan's breath stagnated. The army was behind him.

Su Jinyan stepped forward gently, looked at the woman with a slightly pale face and sweating on her forehead, raised her hand slightly, lifted her underwear, and wiped her hands on the snow-white underwear. There was no trace of blood or fishy smell after wiping left and right, and then he raised his hand to cover the girl's eyes. "Ye'er, don't look at it." The tone was soft, as if he was afraid of startling the delicate and thin person.

In his eyes, Mo Qingye will always be a little girl who needs to be cared for and taken care of.

Mo Qingye's long eyelashes swept into the palm of his hand, and Su Jinyan's eyebrows and eyes softened a little. It's a little less aggressive.

He only held her in his arms with one hand, and did not let her filth enter her sight. Even the little blood stains under the skirt, Su Jinyan squatted down and wiped it clean for her in front of the army and all the courtiers. Even the one that couldn't be wiped clean was gently torn. Then with a sweep of their eyes, everyone silently looked away.

Don't dare to look at it for another half a minute.

Su Jinyan said in a deep voice: "Everyone quit the Jinluan Palace. He knew that the little man in his arms was going to punish that beast with the most righteous and fierce thunder punishment in the world.

Mo Qingye hugged his waist with one hand, stepped on the bright red blood, and suddenly felt inexplicably relieved. (To be continued.) )