The warm touch makes the dust clear and the heart ripples.

"Okay, what does Niel want me to do." Youchen Qingjue was almost taken away by the faint smile on Younier's lips, even if he wanted his heart at this moment, he was afraid that he would dig it out and offer it with his hands.

"Cutting the grass does not remove the roots, blowing the wind blows and grows. My brother is a smart man and should understand what I mean. Yuniel seductively dropped a sentence and disappeared into the night.

Youchen Qingjie put his hand on the place where Younier had touched it just now, and his eyes were as deep as water, how can he catch up with you. If it weren't for Younier's encouragement, he wouldn't be where he is today, and these feelings, in the accumulation of days, gradually fermented into some kind of obsession.

Turning back, the unequaled prince in the wheelchair was already snoring loudly, and the king's most powerful love would protect him, and he slept deeply defenselessly.

I have to say that King Nanzhao really doted on this son, especially after he was disabled, his favor continued unabated.

But the favor of the emperor's family, where it is true and where it is false, is unknown.

The unequaled prince has long been the target of public criticism.

A fierce aura from the palm of the dust cleared the night sky and landed between the legs of the unequaled prince.

"Ahh The screams resounded throughout the night sky.

The ambiguous and extravagant atmosphere in the room was stained with blood and was disgusting.

"It's weird, Nile doesn't like you, so you're an outcast." Youchen Qingjie didn't look at the person who was rolling in pain on the ground again, but took advantage of the chaotic night to step into the backyard.

There, there were many wives and concubines, and there were many heirs.

It's a scarlet night!

The unequaled son was abolished, and all the heirs in the backyard were killed, and even the baby in swaddling clothes did not escape, which was tragic.

The night is not yet bright!

On the most remote Zhuangzi of the Wushuang Shizi Mansion, there is a crumbling house next to the cowshed.

Yu Chenyue was dressed as a peasant woman, climbed out of bed lightly, did not alarm the child who was still sleeping, clumsily grabbed the broom with both hands, and began to clean the courtyard.

There was a flash of lightning and thunder, and a figure flashed into the house, and the dark dust moon immediately followed, and the child was awakened by the thunder and cried.

At this time, the child was carried in his hands without pity.

"Gloomy and clear, what do you want to do, let him go quickly." Dust Moon shouted, her hand reaching forward, trying to take back her child at any time, but these hands clawed weakly, and there was really no threat.

Youchen Qingjue had already killed his red eyes in the Shizi Mansion, and he didn't bother to say anything, so he directly threw the child who was less than a year old out of the door, with this strength, if he fell on the ground of the bluestone slab outside, his flesh and blood would be blurred.

"Ahh Dusty Moon screamed wildly and threw herself out, trying her best to catch the child.

However, it was a step too late!

Rao is Youchen Yue mobilized the strength of his whole body, and he also threw himself into the air, and the child's cry came to an abrupt end with the huge sound of landing.

"Baby, ah!" Dusty Moon went crazy and tried to pick up the bloodied child.

The Gloomy Dust was in front of the Gloom Moon, like a soul envoy who had risen up from hell, and said: "What's the matter, without the spiritual root, you can't even run?" ”

"You're the devil, he's your nephew, your nephew, how can you do it." Dust Moon cried out heartbreakingly, her heart hurting so much that she couldn't breathe.