A chill came from his back, Su Yunran didn't look back, he stretched out his hand directly, and the thick palm wind was against a sharp cold light, his palm trembled, and there was a slight tingling sensation.

The cold light suddenly turned and struck at Su Yun's white and slender neck, bringing a fierce air current, scraping her snow-colored clothes into a hunting sound.

Su Yunran raised his thin eyebrows, snorted softly, turned sideways suddenly, his body was extremely fast, and he came behind the person behind him, and the afterimage flashed, and the sharp blade condensed between his fingers had already arrived.

At this time, the figure of the person in front of him gradually became blurred, and the moment the blade entered the body, it turned into a black mist, and gradually dissipated under the impact of profound spiritual power.

The woman's cold and shrill laughter echoed in the dormitory, showing a bit of hideousness.

A gust of cold wind blew, picking up the green silk scattered by Su Yundye.

Inside the dormitory, silence returned again.

Slender fingers gently combed the sleeves, Su Yunran raised his eyes, and saw the abdomen of the corpse in the same place, at this moment, it was actually a short sword, under the lamplight, glowing with cold light.

Large expanses of blood spread, exuding a faint color of blood.

The shouts and cries outside the dormitory continued to sound, and faintly, the sound of the blade penetrating the flesh could be clearly heard.

Su Yunran turned his head, glanced at the dormitory, let out a cold snort that was not light or heavy, then casually flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

The flames were spreading, and the screams of the women were incessant, with a great sense of fear, and by chance, the sound of a building collapsing.

***

Inside the main hall

In response to the so-called "invitation" of the queen and Yao Ziran, Su Yunhua came to the center of the main hall, and on the rice paper that the palace people had already laid out, he waved his hands and was dripping with ink.

In the exclamation of everyone, Su Yun's picture was indifferent, his breath was stagnant, he put away his pen, seemed to glance at this painting casually, breathed a sigh of relief, his slender fingers straightened the wide clothes, and his fingertips swept over the delicate embroidery on the cuffs, dyed with the fresh fragrance of ink.

Yao Ziran on the side also put away the pen at this time and breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Seeing this, the queen couldn't help clapping her hands, smiling brightly, and her voice contained an undisguised smile.

"Miss Su and Miss Yao, this gesture is really amazing."

As she spoke, the queen raised her hand, waved casually at a palace maid beside her, and ordered in a deep voice: "Go, let everyone see how the two young ladies write." ”

After a pause, the queen seemed to remember something, and spoke again.

"Be careful, don't make any mistakes."

The blue-clothed palace maid leaned over slightly, saluted respectfully to the queen, and responded: "Yes." ”

However, just when the blue-clothed palace maid came to Yao Ziran's side, and before her footsteps stopped, a huge sound suddenly came, and even the tea cup on the table shook a few times, and there were ripples in it, and a few drops of tea splashed out.

The blue-clothed palace maid's figure flickered, and she stepped directly on the hem of her skirt, and her thin body also fell backwards and hit the corner of the table.

A burst of pain came from her waist and swept through her body at a very fast speed, and the face of the palace maid in pain wrinkled.

Then, there were several more vibrations, and the table also made a slight sound, accompanied by the aftermath of the bursts of spiritual power, and the rice paper with handwriting directly flew away.

Everyone stabilized their bodies for the first time, and looked out of the hall with puzzled eyes.

What I saw was not far away, full of firelight.

Seeing such a strange scene, everyone fell into silence for a while, and then, at that moment, they were uneasy to talk about, and a bad premonition rose in their hearts.

Su Yunshu and Su Yunhua, when the vibration came, immediately glanced at each other, their eyes moved, as if they had guessed something, and a trace of clear light flashed on their faces.

Gong Zhaohui stood up on top of his seat at the first moment, holding the queen's body firmly with one hand, supporting the table with the other, his brows furrowed tightly, and his voice was low.

"Go and see what's going on?"

Several guards waiting on the side saluted Gong Zhaohui, answered "yes", and then disappeared into the main hall.

Looking at Gong Zhaohui's serious face, Su Yunshu's hand in his sleeve tightened a little, and then slowly let go, took a deep breath, and a feeling of unease rose in his heart.

Mo Qing, who was sitting on the side, only glanced at Gong Zhaohui lightly, and then glanced at Su Yunshu, who was indifferent, his eyes swept over the people present, and when he swept over Su Yunhua's nervous face, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and smile inexplicably.

In just a moment, a guard quickly approached the main hall, full of embarrassment, the wounds on his body were extremely deep, the flesh was turned open, with a strong smell of blood, and the red blood fell from his body, staining a small piece of the ground.

The guard staggered, breathing heavily, with a palpable sense of panic and haste.

Not far from Gong Zhaohui, the guards fell heavily on the ground as if they were overwhelmed, letting out a deep muffled snort, accompanied by a dull sound.

Looking at such a tragic situation, Gong Zhaohui's brows furrowed a little more, his face was full of deep doubts, and he looked at the guard's eyes full of exploration and judgment, and his voice was low.

"What happened?"

The body continued to tremble, and the guard struggled to get up, and saluted Gong Zhaohui tremblingly, his voice was subtle, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

"Back to Your Majesty."

"There are outside the hall."

As he spoke, the guard's breath suddenly stagnated at that moment, turned his head suddenly, spit out a mouthful of blood, and began to cough painfully, one after another, such a tragic sound touched people's hearts.

Seeing this, Gong Lingyan on the side frowned slightly, a faint sense of doubt appeared on his face, and without any hesitation, he stood up directly from his seat, came to the guard's side, stretched out his big hand with distinct bones, and put the palm of the spiritual power flowing to the guard's back, and the gentle spiritual power trickled into his body, relieving his pain.

At the moment when the spiritual power was running, Gong Lingyan's pupils shrank suddenly, and a deep sense of shock appeared on his face, which was obviously full of disbelief.

"Ling Yan."

Seeing the changes in Gong Lingyan's complexion, Gong Zhaohui groaned a little and spoke in a deep voice, with the unique momentum and majesty of a king.

"What did you find?"

Glancing at the pain-faced guard beside him, Gong Lingyan sighed, and a more gentle spiritual power entered the person's body, looking at his complexion slightly soothed, Fang turned around slightly and saluted Gong Zhaohui, with a sense of seriousness.

"Back to the father, this person's meridians have been"

After a pause, Gong Lingyan's tone became a little more solemn, and he continued to speak: "It's all broken, and all the internal organs have been destroyed, such a tragic injury, he's afraid it is"