The sudden arrival of the evil king made Yin Wuchen feel a wisp of shock, followed by anger.

He knew that the silver-haired man in front of him had a higher cultivation than him, and if the silver-haired man wanted his life, he would have already returned to the West.

The tip of his tongue swept over the already broken inner wall, Yin Wuchen tasted the taste of blood, he stood up and looked up at the silver-haired man in front of him.

"Is my brother-in-law here to seek justice for my sister?" Yin Wuchen's face was cold, and his voice did not fluctuate: "I'm sorry, I didn't know she did it herself." But to lose or not to lose, the end is the same. ”

Maybe he used to be very good with Yin Wushuang, but not now.

Maybe he used to love candy people, but it's all in the past.

Even if the twelve sugar men are not lost, if they are placed in the box, they will be melted, and they will eventually be wiped off by the slave with a rag.

So, what difference does it make if you lose it or not?

As soon as the words fell, Yin Wuchen sensed that there was spiritual power coming to his face, and he retreated again and again, leaning back, before he dodged the blow.

With a bang, a crater was smashed into the wall behind him.

Looking at the damage on the wall, Yin Wuchen's amber eyes gradually condensed with anger.

He also felt a little unreasonable, because the anger in the eyes of the man opposite was even worse, as if the man's home had been demolished.

The white-robed servants outside the hall heard this loud noise, and rushed in with their weapons, thinking that someone had attacked their own spirit boy's crown.

When he saw the evil lord in the room, and then saw Yin Wuchen with colors on his face, the white-robed servant shouted: "Bold! Jun Gongzi, what do you want to do! You want to murder Your Majesty?! ”

"Yin Wuchen." The king ignored the white-robed slave, approached Yin Wuchen step by step, and his voice was sharp with thin lips: "I thought that after you knew that she did it herself, she would feel guilty." ”

Jun Shangye didn't expect that Yin Wuchen's reaction was just a "sorry".

If Yin Wuchen was not Yin Wushuang's younger brother, his blow would never give Yin Wuchen a chance to dodge.

"You stand down, you are not allowed to come in without my order!" Yin Wuchen swept over with majestic eyes, and the white-robed servants glanced at each other and retreated.

After the white-robed servant left, Yin Wuchen looked up at the monarch who was taller than him: "I treat each other with courtesy, but you repeatedly hurt people and destroy my residence, who should be guilty?" ”

After three years of cultivation in the Zhuxian Palace, Yin Wuchen has been tempered from cultivation to even his heart.

Although he is still young, under the cultivation of the hall master of the Zhuxian Palace, he already has the style of a consul general, which is comparable to that of a superior.

He has arrogance in his bones, although he is indeed guilty of Yin Wushuang, but he is also a spirit child.

Yin Wuchen knew what this identity meant, he had his pride, and what the king said and did was trampling on his pride!

"How many times has she almost died for you, do you know?" The aura around Jun Shangxie became more and more violent, and his deep ink eyes gradually became blood-red, he lifted Yin Wuchen's clothes, and his bones turned white from exertion: "That's how you repay her?" ”

"When the hall master of the Zhuxian Hall gave me a glimpse of the memory in my mind, he told me that when I was still in the Qiankun Continent, I gave up half my life for her to ensure that she could cultivate smoothly. She was injured and unconscious, and I scrapped my right hand to protect her. In the cultivation realm, I also saved her life at sea, allowing her to reach the Imperial Beast Sect smoothly and avoid the corpse sinking into the sea. ”

Yin Wuchen grabbed Jun Shangxie's clothes with his backhand, and said clearly word by word: "I owe her?" ”