"You-"

Jiang Taifu's eyes were scorching, and two clusters of fire flashed in his eyes.

"What am I? Master Taifu, are you really here to summon my grandfather into the palace to face the saint? Are you sure you didn't fake the public and came to relieve Ye Jue? Ye Luo's words are beautiful, with the other way, and the other body, "Okay, let me ask you, in the heart of Master Taifu, is it important to be a national affair or a personal matter?" ”

Mrs. Jiang was poked in the sore spot, and his face turned blue and white for a while.

His breathing rate deepened, and a look of embarrassment crossed his pupils.

"Sharp teeth!"

After holding it for a long time, I held back such a sentence.

Ye Jue is one of the most important chess pieces of the Great Prince, and he knows many secrets of the Great Prince. Jiang Taifu came on the order of the eldest prince Mo Xie to see if he could keep Ye Jue, if he really couldn't keep it......

Ye Luo raised his eyebrows and asked, "Master Taifu, you haven't answered my question yet, in your heart, is it important to be official or private."

"Humph!"

Mrs. Jiang snorted coldly, turned around with his sleeves, and walked out of the main hall of the Ye Mansion, "Old Master Ye, follow Jiang into the palace to meet Your Majesty!" ”

"The old man takes the order."

Ye Quan's face was pale, he flicked his robe, the corners of his resolute lips hooked up a touch of victorious loneliness, and he strode behind Jiang Taifu and paced out.

Ye Luo smiled.

She won.

Mrs. Jiang used practical actions to tell her the answer she chose. The eldest prince gave up Ye Jue.

The knife in Ye Luo's hand lit up, pointed at Ye Jue, and sneered: "Next, it's time for my revenge."

Ye Jue's face turned pale and began to tremble.

Finished.

Jiang Taifu is gone, his last backer is gone, and there is only despair left in hope.

"Where to start?"

Ye Luo put the knife on Ye Jue's wrist and rubbed it back and forth, "Then let's start with tesuji first." ”

Brush it, the blade is sharp.

"Ahhh

With a scream, blood splattered.

Ye Jue raised his head, his facial features twisted in pain.

"My hands, my hands! Oh my hands! ”

He trembled and cried out in pain, but to no avail.

No one dared to step forward to stop them, they all hid far away, pretending not to hear.

"I'm the head of the war! It's your second uncle! How can you do this to me? ”

"What did I do to you? Compared to what you did to me four years ago, this is simply pediatric. ”

Ye Luo's hand rose and fell, and it was another cold light, brushing twice.

"My feet! My feet! ”

Ye Jue let out a hysterical wail again.

He was already seriously injured by Old Master Ye and was powerless to resist. At this moment, the tendons of his hands and feet were broken again, and he collapsed on the ground, lying in a pool of blood, no different from a wasted man.

Ye Luo looked at him condescendingly, without a trace of pity on his face, and said, "You conspired with the eldest prince Mo Xie to steal my talent and extract my spiritual essence, and I picked your four veins, you can't stand it?"

Ye Jue was so painful that his face was deformed: "Spare me, eldest niece, please spare me, it was the second uncle who was wrong before!" The second uncle really doesn't know that the eldest prince wants to extract your spiritual essence! The death and cripple of our second room can be regarded as retribution, so you can let me live. ”

"You know to beg me now?"

Ye Luo sneered, another pick, this time it was the Shaochong tendon veins on Ye Jue's legs, "Four years ago, when I fell to the ground and begged for your second room, did you ever agree?" ”