On the tallest building in the Zhao Mansion, a girl in white with the same exquisite appearance held Liang Zhixu in her left hand and a big knife in her right hand, standing at the top.

Dressed and beautiful, the elegance is peerless.

With just one glance, people just want to bow down and bow down!

"Who are you, dare to be presumptuous in my Zhao Mansion?" The first to be angry was Zhao Lingjun.

The girl in white took away the person she fancied, she was already dissatisfied, and at this time, she saw that as soon as she appeared, she took away her own scenery, so that the people present looked at her as if they had lost their souls, and they were suddenly jealous and hateful, and they just wanted to pull her off the altar and expose her true face!

Hearing the sound, Fanhua swept over at it, and a faint light that was almost invisible flashed in her eyes.

"It's you, the one who moved me."

There are no doubts, only affirmations, as if to state a conclusive fact.

Zhao Lingjun was enraged, and immediately retorted, "What do you call your person, I am the one who has a marriage contract with Liang Zhixu, I don't believe you look at this marriage book!" ”

After speaking, Zhao Lingjun proudly raised the marriage book.

Fanhua snorted softly, "Heh, what's it?" A fake is a fake after all, and it will never become true! ”

This sentence seems to be the marriage book that I am talking about, and it is more like saying it to Zhao Lingjun.

The next moment, a thin transparent flame suddenly ignited on the white paper in Zhao Lingjun's hand, which instantly burned to ashes.

The flame quickly went down, burning straight towards Zhao Lingjun's fingers!

Zhao Lingjun didn't realize that the marriage book had been wiped out until there was a burning sensation in his fingers.

She screamed "ahhh

When she took out her fingers again, the tips of her index and middle fingers were already burned and black.

She didn't feel pain in her fingers because the pain nerves in her fingertips were numb.

But in the next second, Zhao Lingjun was in pain again, and even rolled on the ground holding his head in pain.

That appearance was much more exaggerated than the people of Zhao Mansion who were pierced by the palms of their hands, heart-rending and painful.

Zhao Lingjun was sweating profusely, his face was as pale as paper, and he only felt that every part of his body was being burned by fire.

That kind of pain didn't seem to be burning this body, but was, burning her soul, the soul of herself she had crossed over!

The onlookers were all stunned when they saw Zhao Lingjun like this, and they were so stunned that they couldn't react.

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Lingjun seemed to finally stop the pain and quieted down.

But at this time, she was sweating profusely, her clothes were soaked, and her hair was messy and lying on the ground, almost indistinguishable from a dying dirty dog on the side of the road.

Zhao Lingjun reluctantly opened her eyes and looked up at Fanhua Gao, her anger suddenly turned into great horror after staring at Fanhua's calm and waveless deep black eyes for a second!

She knows, she knows where she came from!

Moreover, she can also deal with her own soul, she is specially here to target herself!

This realization made Zhao Lingjun retreat step by step in fright, shrinking into a ball in the corner, not daring to look at the flowers.

Who is the mysterious woman who suddenly appeared, who has such profound martial arts and ability?

It was a thought that flashed through everyone's minds at the same time.

At this moment, the unfathomable queen who had been sitting upright suddenly jumped down from the chair, like a little girl, and waved her hand excitedly at the woman on the roof:

"Master, you're here!"

"Master, I, I, Bai Ya, your apprentice, here, here!"