Gong Youyou had a long mouth, trying to breathe fresh air, but Chen Qingyue choked her throat.

In an instant, a breath of death was coming towards the palace ghost, and her eyes widened in horror, looking at the desperate madness in Chen Qingyue's eyes.

Crazy, Chen Qingyue is crazy.

I'm afraid, I'm afraid.

"Since you don't hand over my mother's ashes, I'll let you go to my mother's funeral today."

Chen Qingyue grabbed Gong Youyou's neck, she had no intention of letting go at all, and her fingers tightened more and more.

Gong Youyou was frightened, her hands kept clapping, her eyes were rolling around, and she kept asking for help.

Nangong Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, is this Mu Qinghuan crazy? Could it be that you really want to kill someone?

Suddenly, I was slightly worried in my heart, and my hand was already on the car door, ready to rush out to stop it at any time.

"Chen Qingyue, you let go of your mother, let go."

At this time, Chen Feiran was also afraid, but in order to save her mother, she couldn't care so much.

casually picked up a vase and looked at Chen Qingyue: "Chen Qingyue, let go of my mother?" Do you hear that? Let go. ”

However, Chen Qingyue didn't care about Chen Feiran's shouting at all: "I want her to accompany my mother to the funeral." ”

Chen Feiran didn't care about it at all, and smashed directly at Chen Qingyue's head.

"Chen Qingyue, you should die."

The vase smashed heavily on the back of Chen Qingyue's head, and it suddenly shattered into several pieces, and the hot pain also made Chen Qingyue come back to her senses.

Seeing that Gong Youyou's face was embarrassed and it was difficult to breathe, she suddenly let go of her hand slightly.

At the same time, she also felt a stream of warm liquid flowing out of the back of her head, and she turned her head and glared coldly at Chen Feiran.

Qing Yue saw that Chen Feiran's face had scabbed in some places, although the burns were not serious, but it also affected his appearance.

Look at the palace again, at this moment, like a doll that has lost its soul, sitting on the ground, completely without the usual image of a noblewoman, panting heavily.

It seemed that the fear of the aftermath had not completely dissipated, and her eyes widened.

Chen Feiran was looked at by Chen Qingyue like this, like a jackal, tiger and leopard, staring at his prey, looking very scary.

She swallowed, trying not to be afraid.

"Chen Qingyue, don't look at me with such eyes, you go to die, go to your mother's funeral."

After speaking, Chen Feiran picked up another vase and threw it at Chen Qingyue.

Thinking that his face was ruined by Chen Qingyue.

Thinking that Chen Qingyue had become Shen Xingjue's woman, it made her jealous and burning.

Why did Chen Qingyue want to get Shen Xingjue's people.

Why is Chen Qingyue's face not scarred at all, seeing that she doesn't spend a lot of injuries on her face today.

Chen Qingyue's eyes narrowed, and she skillfully avoided the vase.

Qing Yue directly raised her arm and gave Chen Feiran a slap.

"Bang ......."

The vase shattered to the ground.

"Ah.......h

Chen Feiran screamed in pain.

Originally, she had a skin graft on the burned area, and it was scabbed.

At this moment, because of Chen Qingyue's heavy slap, the pain hit again.

For a while, the scar was opened, and blood fell down his face, making Chen Feiran scream in pain and take a few steps back.

"Chen Feiran, I thought you had learned a lesson, but I didn't expect that your dead nature would not change, since you are shameless, then I don't mind taking your life together."

At this moment, Chen Qingyue straightened her body, with a strong momentum on her body.

The blood on the back of the head dripped down the hair and stained the white dress, which made people feel distressed.

Nangong Youlin, who was still standing outside the door, saw this scene and only felt a slight pain in his heart.

Qingyue was injured.