The woman suddenly curled her lips and smiled, "I remember that half a month ago, at the Flower Spirit Girl Competition, Ye Qingya lost miserably to Ye Xiyue, this incident caused a sensation in the entire capital at that time, and the dignified genius beautiful girl actually lost to a waste, do you say it's ridiculous?" ”

"The emperor also said at the time, it was just Ye Xiyue temporarily cramming Buddha feet and using the moves that Ye Han taught her to deal with."

"You can win if you hold on to your feet temporarily, if you step up your cultivation on weekdays, do you think there is still a foothold for Ye Qingya?"

Who can and who can't can be reflected in this matter.

"Hahaha!! You can rest assured that Ye Xiyue can only do this, she was born with no foundation and zero talent, even if she wants to cultivate well, God will not allow it. The man laughed, which was also the reason why he wanted to get rid of Ye Xiyue.

Ye Xiyue is really unlikable, at least not likable.

Only when Ye Xiyue dies will his next layout be smoother.

A waste, daring to stand in his way, is really tired.

"You seem to value Ye Qingya very much?" The woman guessed that she didn't know the identity of the man in front of her, she only knew that this person was the intermediary in charge of the Lord and her to deliver the news.

"Ye Qingya is a woman who is easy to control, for this kind of person, we naturally have to make good use of it."

The woman did not doubt him.

The man suddenly laughed heartily, "After tonight, in this world, there will be no emperor anymore, and there will be no Ye Xiyue, Ye Xiyue should be glad that she and the honorable emperor died on the same day." The man laughed.

The woman stood quietly with a blank face.

When the moon was in the sky, she pursed her lips, tonight, who lives and who dies?

Is everything developing according to their plan?

In the dark, Ye Xiyue walked out of her courtyard and strolled on the street, she walked subconsciously, and the direction she walked was the Emperor's Palace.

Xu is not at ease, Xu is idle, Ye Xiyue's calm little face is full of quietness.

Suddenly—

The wind moves, the clouds move.

She frowned, sensing someone following her.

She was the only one on the street, and before she could decide whether to go to the palace, she walked aimlessly on the street, and happened to walk into a relatively remote alley.

Realizing that someone was following, she looked left and right, after all, this was in the city, which was a little inconvenient.

She quickened her pace and walked out of the city.

The person behind him followed stealthily and lightly.

A cool breeze hits, and there is always a slight chill in the late autumn night.

Ye Xiyue stood in the open area, here, on the outskirts of the capital, and moved cleanly.

"Come out." She said it indifferently.

A group of ten people really stood up.

Ye Xiyue clasped her hands around her chest and stared at them coldly, all dressed in black, the killer's usual dress.

Strength, well, not bad, it's the first order of the Silver Realm.

The master of the first order of the Silver Realm, tsk tsk, a whole ten.

It seems that the other party can't wait for her to die immediately.

Ten people have seen Ye Xiyue's portrait and are no strangers to her.

The master said that she was a waste, and for the waste, they only needed one person to get out of the horse.

And so—

Now it's number ten.

"Die!" No. 10 snorted coldly, raised a grim smile, and approached Ye Xiyue.

Ye Xiyue shook her head, sighing at the beauty of life, but at the same time, she smiled.