Yun Feibai noticed that the critical part had been cut off, and he was filled with grief and anger.

He was hunched over his waist, his hands clutching his wounds, his face painful and terrified.

"This palace is the prince of Yun Qin, if you dare to kill them all, you will definitely not end well."

The green tendons on Yun Feibai's face burst out, and his purple-red pupils contracted violently.

What was even more terrifying was that the skin around him cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye, resembling fish scales, and dark red blood gushed frequently.

"Broken?"

Jun Mo's thin lips opened lightly, and there was a hint of banter hidden in his black and gold eyes, and his voice was low and mellow, revealing his innate casualness and laziness.

But in Yun Feibai's ears, it was like a demonic sound from the Infernal Hell, which frightened him.

At this moment, he finally realized what it means to survive.

"If this palace is sick, you will not escape death!" Yun Fei's white teeth were horizontal, and he viciously threatened Jun Mo Ran.

"If this matter spreads, you will still be able to sit firmly in the position of Prince Yunqin?"

Jun Mo dyed the corners of his lips obliquely, and his voice was evil and charming, which made people frightened.

Yun Feibai understood the meaning of Jun Moran's words, and his heart was even more panicked.

If the news spreads, everything he has worked so hard to do will be ruined.

The Yunqin royal family is not only one prince of him, if he can't continue to have an heir, the crown prince will inevitably fall.

Thinking like this, Yun Feibai even weakened a little bit of his shouting momentum.

His violent purple eyes stared at Jun Mo Ran fixedly, and his moderately thick lips seemed to be twisted due to the evil power at the moment, and the red flesh turned out, which was extremely disgusting.

"What do you have to do before you let go of this palace?"

"If you dare to harass Feng Wuwu again, this king doesn't mind destroying everything you have now."

How can the person who Jun Moran holds in the palm of his hand and spoils him to be bullied by others?

Zongyun is not Bai Gui is the prince of Yunqin, and his power is overwhelming, and he must not deceive her in the slightest.

Yun Feibai originally thought that Jun Mo was angry because of the ambush in the mountain behind Yizhuang, but he didn't think that he was actually here to seek revenge for Feng Wuwu.

Thinking of this, a trace of remorse flashed in his deep purple eyes.

knew that Jun Mo Dye cared so much about Feng Wuwu, he should not have risked his life and frequently touched Jun Mo Dye's bottom line.

The cold moonlight shine through the treetops and sprinkled on the window sill, lining the mottled blood stains on the carpet of the inner room.

"The clouds are not in vain, and they seek more blessings."

Jun Moran lightly glanced at Yun Feibai's bloodstained clothes, slowly withdrew the dragon sword, jumped out of the window, and disappeared into the lonely moonlight.

Tonight's inn is destined to be occupied by blood and carnage.

The courtyard where Yun Feibai lived stopped at this time, and Liu Yuan, who was temporarily arranged in the southernmost courtyard of the post house, died in the inner room in an extremely strange way.

In the past two days, Beitang Longting has been pondering Liu Yuan's short poem "The Strategy of the Palace Maid" at the Confucian banquet.

He always felt that Liu Yuan didn't say anything.

After careful consideration, Beitang Long Ting finally made up his mind, put aside the attendants, and knocked on the door of Liu Yuan's apartment.

Knock Knock Knock –

Beitang Longting missed for a moment and knocked on the door more.

There are three people and four ghosts.

Normally, he had to knock three times in a row, but he inadvertently knocked four times.

Beitang Long Ting sensed that his behavior was inappropriate, and coughed lightly to hide the embarrassment at the moment, "Is Liu Xian here?" ”

He waited for a while, but didn't get a response from Liu Yuan, so he thought about leaving first.

When he turned around, the oblique light from the corner of Beitang Longting's eyes fell on the slightly swaying figure on the window, and a doubt suddenly appeared in his heart.

Look at it like this, there are obviously people in the inner room.

If there are people, why don't you answer?

Bang –

Beitang Longting exerted a force and forcibly pushed open the tightly closed door.

Sure enough, Liu Yuan was still in the house.

But to his surprise, Liu Yuan had already hanged himself.

The reason why he could see the figure in the room swaying slightly was purely because Liu Yuan's suspended body was swaying in the wind.

Beitang Long Ting's face was shocked, he hurriedly slashed his palm on the beam, directly cut off the rope hanging on the beam, and gently put Liu Yuan, whose body was as cold as frost, onto the couch.

He looked at Liu Yuan's unsightly appearance, and sighed secretly, "Since you know the principle of 'things are forbidden to be too prosperous', why don't you retreat bravely and save your whole body?" ”

Beitang Long Ting cherished his talents, he saw Liu Yuan die in vain, and he felt sorry in his heart.

At that time, the maidservant who heard the movement and rushed to see Liu Yuan's big eyes like dead fish, her face was dark, her tongue stuck out of her lips, and she screamed in fright, "Someone is dead!" ”

For a while, dozens of guards suddenly poured into the most remote courtyard of the post house.

The original rainy courtyard is now brightly lit.

Beitang Long Ting did not take the opportunity to sneak away, he tried many times to close Liu Yuan's violent eyes, but all failed.

"I don't blink to death, obviously unwilling."

The guards who came to see Beitang Long Ting sitting in front of the couch asked politely, "King Beili, what is this?" ”

"This king originally planned to find the wise man Liu to solve his doubts, but as soon as he entered the house, he saw him hanging on a beam, and he was dead."

Beitang Long Ting replied slowly, he was about to get up and leave, when he accidentally caught a glimpse of Liu Yuan's palm as if it had been injured by a sharp blade, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Seeing this, he stretched out his hand in confusion and lightly touched the criss-crossing scratches on Liu Yuan's palm.

The next moment, his eyes widened in astonishment.

Isn't the word "sound" engraved in Liu Yuan's palm?