A faint smell of fat powder came up, and the cold eyebrows of the night frowned.

Mu Jiuge held a long whip in his hand, and just walked to the door, when he suddenly felt something, paused, and looked around.

Wherever the girl's eyes passed, everyone shrank their heads and stepped back, for fear of being remembered by her.

Mu Jiuge's eyes finally fell on the dark place under the corridor on the second floor, but he didn't see anything.

Delusion?

What does she think......

After looking at it for a long time, Mu Jiuge still didn't find anything, so he turned around and went out.

Wei Huafei was stripped of his clothes, leaving only a pair of pants and hung on the street in front of Wushen Street.

Bai Huahua's hundreds of catties, like hanging dead pigs, hung there on a swing, causing countless people around to look at him, but no one dared to take him down.

The sound of the long whip breaking the wind is still in my ears, who dares to touch this mold?

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the cool breeze is blowing.

This kind of incident is undoubtedly explosive, and the news spreads far and wide.

In less than a quarter of an hour, it was transmitted to the Martial God Marquis's Mansion, and all night, the entire mansion was full of chickens and dogs.

The doors of the palace opened and closed, as did the gates of the palace.

This Mu Jiu Ge had just made a fuss, and the people from the Martial God Marquis Mansion hurriedly entered the palace again, and the emperor, who had just fallen asleep for a long time, quarreled from the couch again.

The entire Qianqing Hall exploded, crying, making noise, and it was not good.

"What?" Helian Wei instantly fell asleep.

How can it be!

Wei Yi's face was full of pain, and every word was dripping blood, "Your Majesty, what Wei Chen said, every sentence is true, Mu Jiuge killed Xiao Er that day, and the ferocity of his attack is far better than what Wei Chen said, my son's spiritual roots are abolished, life and death are uncertain, even if he is rescued, it is ......."

He can't bear to say it, and from now on, he can't be humane!

Hua Fei is the only male bloodline in their Wei family, how should he explain when his father comes back?

"How so!" Wei Guifei was incredulous, "Mu Jiuge is not a waste? ”

This is also what the emperor wants to ask.

"My poor son!" Mrs. Wei sat on the ground with her buttocks, crying and grabbing the ground, "That Mu Jiuge is simply not human, he actually made such a poisonous move, the emperor, you must be the master for us." ”

She's going to pay for that little bastard!

"Sister, since then, my Martial God Hou Mansion has cut off the incense." Wei Yi trembled with anger.

"This ......" Concubine Wei looked at the emperor, her face was tangled, and it was difficult to see the extreme.

Although she is bored, nominally, Mu Jiuge is her future daughter-in-law.

It's a relationship......

The emperor had a headache and paced back and forth in the hall.

After a while, he said in a deep voice, "Hua Fei made it like this, and it was not my wish, but Muhou was injured by the Martial God, which caused the child to lose his mind, and if he did such a thing, don't say anything, so far, take a step back, and no one is allowed to mention it again." ”

Mrs. Wei's cry was choked for a moment, and she couldn't believe what she heard.

What's going on?

Her son was injured like this, and the emperor actually sent her away with a sentence of "this is the end"?

"Such a bad act, how can the emperor let it go!" Madame Wei whipped and wailed like madness.

"And what do you want?" Helian Wei was also annoyed, and shouted: "Muhou is still lying down now, I don't know if he lives or dies, do you want me to cut down the only bloodline left in the Sword God Hou Mansion on the guillotine, right?" ”

The people of the world will not pierce his backbone!

The emperor wiped his neck fiercely, "Do you want to cut me down too, and force me to die!" ”

"No, no......" Wei Yi was dumbfounded, his heart was miserable, and he hurriedly said: "Weichen doesn't dare!" That's not what Wechen meant. ”

Why is the emperor's anger greater than him?