"Why are you so stubborn? It's not good for you to insist on going your own way! Jun Evil Scar roared.

I have never seen such a stubborn person in my life, obviously I care about her, and I think I want to push her to the sea of swords.

Murong Xue pulled the corners of her mouth coldly, "Didn't King Yi'an hate me to death?" Doesn't it mean that as long as I move, the wind and snow are tilting, just like my broken corpse, and the torture is better than death? ”

"What? King Yi'an is doing this now, isn't he in love with me? ”

Looking at him, it's like looking at a strange species.

Other than that, she really couldn't think of any other reasonable explanation.

Jun Evil Scar's pupils shrank suddenly, and he glared at Murong Xue and turned around to leave, not wanting to deal with this unreasonable woman anymore.

"King Yi'an walks slowly, but don't fall in love with the palace master, otherwise you may be worse than the situation of the wind drifting door."

Looking at the back of Jun Evil Scar leaving, he waved his hand and admonished loyally.

Now she and the people of the Wind Drift Gate are not things that can be solved in a day or two.

Jun Evil Scar, the disciple of the former sect master and the senior brother of the current sect master, it is impossible for him to become friends with her.

Behind, Jun Evil Scar's subordinates roared past Murong Xue and left far away with Jun Evil Scar.

It's just that a big tree not far from here collapsed, the roots were uprooted, the leaves were scattered, and the trunk was broken into several pieces.

However, these have nothing to do with Murong Xuetian, she just needs to be happy.

"Let's go too." As soon as I got into the sedan chair, I suddenly thought of something.

He turned back from the gate of the palace again, "You go back first, and you follow me in the wind." ”

Because Lu Xuezi was injured, Murong Xuetian was a kind person who was sympathetic to his subordinates and decided to give the sedan chair to Lu Xuezi.

According to the original memory, he occupied a public sedan chair and walked to the palace where Murong Juechen lived.

Because a lot of things have happened in the palace recently, Murong Xuanzong deliberately left Murong Jiechen in the palace.

So it was also very convenient for her to find, it was the prince's mansion where he used to live.

Before he was halfway there, he met Murong Jiechen on the way.

From a distance, under his usually gentle face, I don't know if it is because of the moonlight, it is much whiter than before.

"King Qi Sheng, what a coincidence, are you out of the palace?"

This road is the direction leading to the gate of the palace, isn't he going to stay in the palace?

He went out so late, and he didn't stay in his prince's mansion to give advice and review for Murong Xuanzong, and he ran around.

There must be a demon when something happens, seeing that he is angry, there is indeed a demon.

"King Qi Sheng, is this driving out ghosts?" Suddenly, I wanted to tease him.

But his anger seemed to be directed at her......

"Who told you to come to the palace? Didn't you tell not to come? Are you a fool! ”

The last sentence he almost yelled at his throat.

God knows how big his inexplicable anger was.

"Does it matter to you whether I come or not? Please also pay attention to the wording of King Qi Sheng. ”

Murong Xuetian still noticed his second sentence, did he tell her not to come? She didn't know anything except the news from Qi Hui.

"Wait for death!"

Leave such a sentence, turn around and leave.

Murong Xuetian: "......"

He came out in a rage just to ...... Scold...... She?

But no matter what, the purpose of turning back has not been achieved, and she glanced at Chengfeng, who was closer to Murong Juechen.

Riding the wind and moving like lightning.

Grabbing Murong Jiechen's arm, he slashed his left arm with a small knife, and blood gushed out.

"Murong Tilt!" Murong Jiechen glared at Murong Xuetian angrily, if it weren't for her orders, this slave would definitely not dare to commit murder against him.

It's just that after scratching the skin with a knife, he was held by Chengfeng's wrist, and a small porcelain bottle was used to hold half a bottle of blood flowing from Murong Juechen's arm.

"I'm sorry, I'm borrowing your blood."

Looking at the sky, the clouds had faded, and they were no longer as red as before.

Between the thin clouds, a few stars shone faintly.

"Go to Guiyun Hall for a night, and I won't go back today."

Leaving in the direction he was going with the wind, Murong Jiechen hugged his injured arm, his eyes flickering.

I left even more angrily than I had before I came.

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