The starlight gradually faded on the divine weapon, and the entire divine needle was transparent with ice crystals, and in the almost transparent body, there were also brilliant nebulae he had just seen, as if in this divine needle, there was a universe.

The divine needle began to shrink slowly in Lianyouyou's hand, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the size of a hairpin, flying into the bun behind Lianyouyou's head. Lian Youyou clapped his hands and looked at Rin Tingjun: "Qi Huo, go back." ”

Rin Tingjun suddenly came back to his senses, this magic needle can be big or small. He wasn't surprised by this, because his blood sword was also big or small. It's just that he also felt the fear of the blood sword, Lian Youyou didn't talk nonsense this time, that sword must have absorbed the righteous qi of heaven and earth, so that his evil sword was so afraid.

Rin Tingjun nodded, and flew away with Lian Youyou.

Not long after they left, Duanmu Qingchen led people to the North Palace and hurriedly erected a ladder to climb the wall.

Because the trees in the courtyard are miraculous and can attract thunder and lightning, the surrounding walls are twice as tall as ordinary walls, and they are completely enclosed, so that no one is allowed to enter.

The ladder was erected, Duanmu Qingchen climbed up the wall and looked inside, he was stunned, where was the tree? In the entire courtyard, only a pile of black scorched wood remained.

Duanmu Qingchen looked at it and smiled, he said that this tree must be a demon, and it must have been a catastrophe to become an immortal just now, haha.

The green clouds above the North Palace have dispersed with the wind, the clear moonlight is sprinkled, and the entire capital has returned to tranquility again, just like the Ma family at this time.

The whole mansion was empty, and there was no one in sight.

Doors and windows have been sealed, and the floor is littered with clothes that have fallen from the raids.

In the lobby, antique finances that have not yet been recorded are stacked.

Outside the lobby door were two guarded guards, Liu Wu and Song Liu.

"Madame Ma is a fast runner. Liu Wu chuckled and shook his head, "Husband and wife are originally birds in the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster comes~~"

Song Liu also showed disdain: "Where can I escape, the whole city is wanted, an old lady, I can't escape." ”

The two of them shook their heads with a "tsk".

"Shhh...... Do you think it's weird?" Liu Wu looked around.

Song Liu became wary and puzzled: "What's strange?"

Liu Wu continued to look at the quiet and silent courtyard outside the door: "**It's quiet...... By the way, there is no bug sound. ”

This summer, just after a thunderstorm, insect chirping is inevitable.

After Liu Wu said this, Song Liu also felt weird, the entire Ma family, there was no half of the worm sound!

Ma Yun's courtyard was also quiet at this time. In Ma Yun's room, which was sealed, a figure had a stool placed under the beam, but it was Huang Yue.

Huang Yue'e had messy hair and demented eyes, but she had a smile on her face: "Son, my mother is here to accompany you, don't worry." Huang Yue'e threw her belt onto the beam, fastened it, and looked at Ma Yun's bed with a smile, "Mother will make butterflies with you, carefree......"

The corners of Huang Yue's mouth grinned, revealing a crazy and cautious smile. She grabbed her belt, stuck her head in, and as soon as her feet got on, the stool fell to the ground, and immediately her legs began to struggle.

It is instinctive for people to struggle before they die.

Huang Yue'e kicked her feet, her face began to turn purple, her eyes began to turn up, her hands clutched her belt tightly, but it was useless to struggle, her hands slowly drooped, her mouth opened wide, and her tongue spit out long.

At this time, she had not completely lost her breath, but she had no strength to struggle. Her eyes were blurring, and faintly, she saw a blue butterfly flying in front of her, she smiled, and wanted to call her son, but she couldn't make a sound.

Then, a strange thing happened, the blue butterfly actually drilled into her wide open mouth, and the next moment, all the blue butterflies flew out from under the bed, like a roll of blue clouds around Huang Yue'e.

Huang Yue's eyes no longer looked at her son's intimate appearance, but became more and more frightened, she actually had the strength to struggle again, kicking in the air.

The blue butterflies stopped on her fat face, and the next moment, blood flowed out, and it turned out that those blue butterflies began to gnaw at her face.

Huang Yue'e struggled in pain, but she couldn't speak, her eyes were instantly dilated with panic, and they were bloodshot, as if two eyeballs were about to burst out of their sockets.

Slowly, her hands fell again, and the blue butterfly burrowed into her collar, and the clothes all over her body began to bulge, and the butterflies jumped inside.

Blood dripped from her feet, ticking, ticking, and being gnawed by a corpse butterfly was like being Ling Chi!

Huang Yue's body twitched, and the blood on the ground under her body was already a puddle, reflecting the terrifying appearance of her gradually being gnawed away and her white bones gradually exposed.

In the courtyard, the mysterious purple-robed man fell gently, his bewitching eyes on the veil showed a trace of disdain, he twisted his eyebrows slightly annoyed, and got up and jumped up.

Immediately, Ma Yun's window was suddenly rushed open by the blue butterflies, they flew and entangled, like a roll of blue wind gushing out, "fluttering" among the blue wings, faintly visible a white bone, the white bone was still wearing a woman's dress.

The mysterious man flew into the air, with the moon behind him. The sleeves of his robe waved in front of him, and the group of blue butterflies flew into the air with Huang Yue'e's skeleton, gradually disappearing into the thick night.

The mysterious man looked down at Ma Yun's room and twisted his eyebrows again, waved the sleeves of his robe again, and ants of all sizes crawled out of the nest under the tree, entered Ma Yun's room together, sucked up the blood left on the ground, and then left in a mighty way.

The mysterious man took another look before heading in the direction where the blue butterfly had flown away.

In the dead of night, in the prison, there were also screams.

It turned out that Ma Guanqun was scared to death because of the repeated frightens in the past few days and the fear of Ling Chi's punishment.

And Zhou Youfa, who was blessed and shared with him, also committed suicide by biting his tongue for fear of Ling Chi's punishment.

Overnight, three souls who died tragically passed away quietly.

After a night of lightning and thunder, this world feels a little more refreshing.

The morning light is slightly dewed, and it is also clean and thorough. Birds chirp and wake up the capital that has been sleeping all night.

Fu Kun tidied up his clothes and prepared to go to court.

Fu Mingsu took the official document and respectfully handed it to Fu Kun: "Father, this is the book to be participated in today." ”

Fu Kun nodded and held it in his hand.

Fu Mingsu stepped forward and finally straightened Fu Kun's official hat: "Ma Guanqun and Zhou Youfa both died in prison last night. ”

"Oh?" Fu Kun looked at Fu Mingsu with slightly sideways eyes.

Fu Mingsu retreated: "I have ordered someone to check myself, ten years ago, those officials had nothing to do with my family, just like Ma Guanqun, and visited my father a few times." ”

Fu Kun nodded reassuringly, walked forward, seemed to remember something, and paused.

Seeing this, Fu Mingsu immediately stepped forward: "What else does my father command?"

Fu Kun looked at Fu Mingsu: "That lotus Youyou, where did it come from?"

Fu Mingsu was slightly surprised, but he didn't expect his father to be a little concerned about that Lotus Youyou, so he said: "That Lotus Youyou is a newcomer to the Nine Sects, and the second brother also cares a little about her." ”

Fu Kun twisted his eyebrows slightly, thought for a moment, and looked at Fu Mingsu deeply: "Do you care, or do you like it?" The difference between one word is a thousand miles.