Mo Yue stroked them one by one, her eyes were blood-red, these once living beings had already passed away painfully, and they were placed in front of the living in such a cruel and inhumane way.

Mo Yue stroked them one by one, her eyes were blood-red, these once living beings had already passed away painfully, and they were placed in front of the living in such a cruel and inhumane way.

Mo Yue stroked them one by one, her eyes were blood-red, these once living beings had already passed away painfully, and they were placed in front of the living in such a cruel and inhumane way.

The hatred of the bloodthirsty gate is like the wild grass that grows wildly, spreading the whole heart, entangled, and can no longer be unraveled.

Mo Yuezi carefully wiped his hands on his body, let the blood stain his clothes, these were the blood of his relatives, calmly walked back to the corpses and knelt down, and kowtowed three times.

The eyes, but they are unusually empty.

Then, he got up, slowly walked towards Jun Shu, looked directly into his eyes indifferently and said: "Lord Monarch, can you use the fire fold, the fate of the Ethereal Palace, I have seen it clearly, I remember it in my heart, and I will never dare to forget it." ”

At this moment, Mo Yue is like a lifeless puppet, talking coldly about things that seem to have nothing to do with her.

Jun Shu took the fire fold and handed it over, his hand trembled slightly, and his fingertips touched each other, which was piercing cold.

"Retreat." Jun Shu waved his hand and motioned for the entourage guarding Moyue to exit the gate of the Ethereal Palace together.

Such a scene is far beyond Jun Shu's expectations. The master of the door called him to clean up the aftermath, he thought that at most, there were corpses all over the field, and the children of the rivers and lakes were also used to seeing killing, but he didn't expect that it was such a tragic scene, people died as a big thing, this kind of posthumous insult was not acceptable to ordinary people, he regretted it a little, why did he let Mo Yue see this situation because of his momentary anger.

Looking at Mo Yue's various performances, Jun Shu stroked his heart, and a trace of distress gradually rippled, just like the old wound that would ache faintly in the rainy season on weekdays.

Mo Yue walked at the end with everyone, and at the same time retreated to the door, walked out of the flying yarn for a distance, lit the fire fold, and threw it back with the internal force.

The flames rushed upwards like a poisonous tongue, and rushed up to the dry golden silk nanmu beams, and they burned vigorously in an instant.

The whole ethereal palace, most of which are built with golden silk nanmu, was once brilliant and bright like a palace.

At this moment, it became a huge coffin, the flames slowly spread from the inside out, steaming out the dampness that had just rained, the mist was swirling, the dried wood made a crackling sound in the burning, and the wind together, the scorching flame reflected Moyue's face, swaying with fiery red light.

There was a faint smell of charred corpses.

The famous Ethereal Palace in the rivers and lakes was turned into ashes in the flames, and together with it, several resentful souls were buried.

Mo Yue was completely controlled this time, and she couldn't get out, so she was escorted straight to the bloodthirsty main altar, and then she was directly imprisoned in the dungeon.

"Miss Liu, this time you threw yourself into the net, and I can't protect you, this heart protection pill is given to you, cherish yourself." Jun Shu came to visit, retreated left and right, looked at Mo Yue who was speechless, and handed a small box through the gap in the cell.

When Jun Shu's footsteps became softer until they disappeared, Mo Yue stood up and walked over quickly to pick up the box, and threw it at the wall fiercely, wooden small