The voices of eunuchs and palace maids begging for mercy disappeared.

The slender figure of the young emperor stood in front of everyone, and the sword hanging on the wall flew into his hand.

The fierce sword wind swept through the air, and a palace maid suddenly fell to the ground.

Rang Hua's legs went weak in fright, and she tried her best to lean into the corner of the wall.

Fusang is also the first time that he has killed people obediently.

Half Ringing didn't come back to his senses.

When she came back to her senses, there were many palace maids in the room, and the bright red blood stained the carpet.

The eunuchs and palace maids looked disillusioned and desperate.

It is more useful to ask for mercy from anyone than to ask for mercy from a tyrant, who is a demon who can only kill.

One by one, the palace maids were killed.

The luxurious house turned into hell in an instant.

Du Xinlan came back to her senses and crawled to the side of the bed crying bitterly.

"Sister...... The concubine ...... Please spare us......"

Since Pu Yangtang almost didn't care about the harem, almost all of this year's palace fights were petty fights.

Where had Du Xinlan ever seen such a bloody picture.

Death's hand seemed to be holding her neck, making her breath breathe with fear.

It's horrible.

If the tyrant continues to kill like this, it won't be long before it will be her turn.

She didn't want to die in the cold like this.

Du Xinlan is also an arrogant young lady at home, and she has never suffered much, let alone faced the threat of death.

The humiliation of kneeling and begging for mercy is nothing compared to life.

The tyrant apparently only listened to the concubine.

Du Xinlan cried and threw herself at Fusang.

"The concubine is ...... I know wrong...... Please save me......"

The corners of the young emperor's eyes glowed with a strange scarlet, and he saw Du Xinlan rushing towards the girl on the bed.

"Look for death!"

The sharp long sword glowing with cold light slashed towards Du Xinlan's arms.

Fu Sang quickly pushed Du Xinlan away with one hand, and at the same time threw out a pillow.

"Tear—"

The soft pillows were cut off, and white fluff fluttered through the air.

Du Xinlan hit the top of the cabinet, and finally saved her arm.

Fu Sang looked at Pu Yangtang with a gloomy and uncertain expression.

The girl's beautiful eyes, with a little trembling, seemed to be a weak animal frightened.

A touch of pain flashed in Pu Yangtang's gloomy eyes, and there was also a heart-piercing pain in his head, which was anxious and frenzied.

The young man's other hand, which was not holding the sword, grabbed his head, and his expression showed pain.

Fusang glanced around and said, "Why don't you all hurry up!" ”

Everyone was stunned.

Puyang Tangjun roared with a hideous expression: "Don't get out yet!" ”

He really didn't want to scare her.

But when he starts to get sick, he will be disturbed and uncontrollably brutal and killing.

The eunuch and the palace maid ran out in a row.

Lane Hua turned around and hurried away.

Du Xinlan also ran out of the house in embarrassment.

Fusang slowly walked up to the boy and tentatively grabbed his hands.

Pu Yangtang's hand holding the blood-stained cold sword shook, and his eyelashes, which were as thick and straight as crow feathers, trembled.

Fussan took the sword from his hand and placed it on the table beside him.

Then, take his hand again.

"It's so dirty here, let's go out."

Pu Yangtang didn't speak, and let her lead him out of the house.

After walking out of the house, the smell of blood disappeared, and it was not so suffocating and terrifying.

Fusang pulled the young emperor to the bottom of the tree.

Pu Yangtang suddenly hugged her.

Fu Sang was caught off guard and hugged his back into his arms.

The boy hugged her very tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his blood.

Fusan felt his body tremble slightly.

"I just scared you."