There was a light snort in his mouth, and Xuan Tong used a slight force in his hand, and his spiritual power swirled out like a line, and he came to the woman at that moment, and after turning around her body a few times, she paused, and then shook her body directly and entered the woman's body.

The heart seemed to be cut directly by some sharp blade, and the woman's breath was stunned, and she snorted in pain, and the blood in her mouth spurted out, falling down her face drop by drop.

The scarred fingertips continued to tremble, and the woman raised her head suddenly, her body seemed to be bound by something, and she was violently lifted by a force, and the spiritual power in her body was also sealed.

His complexion remained unchanged, Xuan Tong moved directly, and his fingertips with pale streamers moved gently in mid-air, as if he was sketching something, and the night breeze gradually became cold, with a blade-like edge.

The woman was confined in mid-air, her blood-stained torn clothes were blown up by the wind, and the red blood kept falling, drop by drop, continuously.

The dazzling light kept changing shapes, and when it came to the woman's eyes, the dazzling light made the woman can't help but squint her eyes, her fingertips moved, and finally hung down weakly, and the blood snaked down her scarred fingers, glowing with a strange light.

Suddenly, the wind is loud.

There seemed to be countless sharp blades, constantly cutting on the woman's already bloody face, and all at once, there was a slight sound of flesh tearing, and the blood was sprinkled, staining the moonlight all the way, which was extremely weird.

The dark purple lower lip was bitten, the woman frowned, and blood spread all over her face.

Sen Bai's teeth tightened, making a few slight sounds, the woman snorted in pain, the extreme pain spread throughout her body, and when she was short of breath, the woman finally let out a few whimpering sounds, revealing the extreme pain at this time.

The night breeze was cold, and the smoke and dust were slowly blown away, revealing the scene in the middle of the air without reservation.

One after another with an obviously suppressed whimper sound, the woman clenched her hands tightly, her fingertips embedded in the open flesh of the palm, but the pain caused by the woman did not feel anything.

The extreme pain on the face seemed to devour the woman, and on the bloody and blurred face, there seemed to be some kind of worm wandering, soft and glutinous, with the sticky blood, but it was a little more weird.

In the shocked and somewhat subtle gaze of everyone, the woman's whole face began to festering at a very fast speed, and the surface of the face seemed to have lost all the moisture, all of which cracked, falling off from the woman's face piece by piece, scattered in the night wind.

After a few moments, the woman's face was smooth again, blood spreading, covering her face, and her thin lips were pale without the slightest trace of blood, and on top of the blood-covered face, there was a sense of bloodthirsty ghosts.

Xuan Yun's hand action paused, the tightened palm slowly loosened, the spiritual power slowly stretched, became a little gentler, frowned, and gently changed to Nan Shiyan on the side:

"Xiaoya."

"Water."

Receiving Xuantong's meaning, Nan Shiyan responded "Okay", without the slightest hesitation, he raised his hand directly, and the white jade fan in his hand was shining with rippling light, like a random splash of moonlight, crystal bright, condensing cool dewdrops.

The spiritual power operated, and the beads and jade embellished on the jade fan suddenly made a variety of sounds, and Qingyue was like a ring.

Suddenly, a cold feeling poured out like a tide, enveloping the entire space and dispelling all the dullness.

When the cold moonlight came to the woman, there was a pause, and then, the breath soared.

There was a sound of a surging tide, and the moonlight turned into a clear spring in an instant, sprinkling directly on the woman's face, washing away the blood stains that covered her face.

The sound of the water was murky, and the blood slid down the woman's angular face, scattered in the night, and under the hanging moon, it reflected a somewhat indifferent luster.

When the sound of the water subsided, the woman's face was directly exposed to everyone's eyes.

However, at that moment, Gong Zhaohui's pupils shrank suddenly, a faint sense of shock appeared on his face, and his eyes kept flickering.

"This is"

In the crowd, someone muttered, and for a few breaths of silence, they seemed to have discovered something, and then they exclaimed directly.

"Concubine Wanniang!"

Then the crowd began to discuss.

"That's Concubine Wanniang!"

"How so? Isn't Concubine Wan in the cold palace? ”

"Yes, also, how can Concubine Wan have such a high level of cultivation?"

Listening to everyone's discussions, Gong Zhaohui's eyes moved, but he looked at Xu Sleeve Cigarette who slowly fell to the ground unusually calmly, and the hands in his sleeves moved, but there was no movement in the end.

"Your Majesty."

Xuan Tong tilted his head slightly, looked at Gong Zhaohui with a complicated complexion, raised his eyebrows, and a little meaningful light flashed in his eyes.

"This person is from His Majesty's harem?"

"That's right."

Without the slightest hesitation, Gong Zhaohui nodded directly in acknowledgement, his tone was light.

"This person is my concubine."

With a faint "um", Xuan Tong turned his gaze to the side of Xiao Dong and Xiao Qiu, who were already in tears, the corners of his mouth were hooked, his fingers moved, and his voice was low.

"Now, you two, who do you start?"

The fingertips kept switching between the fingertips of Xiaodong and Xiaoqiu, and Xuan Tong narrowed his eyes and smiled coldly.

Pulling Xiao Dong's thin body into his arms, Xiao Qiu gritted his teeth and looked at the woman who fell weakly on the ground not far away, two lines of tears flowed out of his eyes, diluting the staggered blood stains on his face.

"You"

A slight voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Xuan Yun's words that were about to speak.

Looking at the woman struggling to sit up, Xuan Tong couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, a trace of surprise flashed on her face, and a faint interest appeared.

"Stop"

The scars all over her body continued to tear and drown, drowning the woman, and the white face that had been washed by the water was also covered with crystal beads of sweat at this time, glowing with cold light.

The fingers were buckled into the ground, on the back of the hand, the wound was opened, and the flesh and blood were blurred, but the woman moved her body, blocking in front of Xiaodong and Xiaoqiu, trembling, stretching out her arms that had already been scarred, her pale face was raised, and she looked directly at Xuan Tong's terrifying gaze, and her eyes flashed with inexplicable firmness.

His hand moved, Xuan Yan smiled inexplicably, and glanced at Gong Zhaohui obliquely.

Gong Zhaohui stood with his hands in his hands, looking at all this calmly, his face remained unchanged, and there was nothing unusual.

With a "hum" that was not light or heavy, Xuan Tong slowly put away the spiritual power condensed in his palm, groaned a little, and slowly spoke to the woman.

"Do you let them return to their original appearance, or do you let Xuan do it?"