Yan Feiwu, who was eaten tofu by Emperor Yanjue, didn't sleep well all night, and when she got up in the morning, she obviously saw a faint dark circle under her eyes when she looked at the crystal mirror that could clearly reflect herself.

"No! I'm never used to this ghostly look! Yan Feiwu tossed and turned on the bed, thinking about her beauty before, she hated it so much that she wanted to hit the wall. Although the current one is not bad, it is still a little unaccustomed.

And also! The dark circles on her eyes made her go out today? If you are seen by a dead pervert, you will definitely be laughed.

After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to sneak a peek at what Emperor Yanjue was doing~

Yan Feiwu was wearing a pure white dress, and the flesh on her face was finally a little less, and it seemed that she was getting closer and closer to the melon seed face. After turning around the crystal mirror twice, she nodded, it's okay! With uneasy feelings in her heart, she has seen a lot of love and love, but she has never experienced it herself, is it possible~ She is spring?

Yan Feiwu held her slightly hot face, shook it around, and suddenly felt so flustered!

Take a deep breath~ calm your heart and slowly walk out the door.

In the study~

Yan Feiwu walked in happily, but found that Di Yanjue was not there, she muttered a little mouth, and felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. Every time she needed him, he wasn't there.

Yan Feiwu sat next to him, ready to wait for him to come back, and accidentally found that this study was actually quite elegant, at least faintly a little light green. Curious, she stood up and looked around.

Suddenly, her eyes stopped on his desk, where there was a painting, and it was that painting that attracted her.

I saw the person in the painting holding a folding fan, half-hiding his face, and standing under the cherry blossom tree as if shy. The petals around him fluttered, and the dress of the person in the painting fluttered in the wind. She wore a pale green dress, a flower-like belt around her waist, and an emerald green hairpin on her head. And next to the painting, a hairpin, lying quietly.

I saw that there was an inscription on it~ Xue Ji!

It turned out that she was Xue Ji, and she was indeed a gentle and lovely woman, no wonder Emperor Yanjue liked her. Thinking of this, she only felt a faint pain in her heart. In a stunned moment, she accidentally swept the pearl hairpin to the ground, she secretly screamed that it was not good, but the pearl hairpin broke in front of her.

"What are you doing!"

Yan Feiwu didn't care about picking things up, and in a hurry, the ink brushed over his sleeve, and the ink in the ink fountain splashed all over the painting. Yan Feiwu didn't dare to say it. She looked at Emperor Yan Jue and saw the anger in his eyes.

"I ...... I'm not ......."

"Bang!"

Before she could say the three words deliberately, she was thrown against the wall, and the sound of the crash filled the entire study.

"Yan Feiwu, don't challenge my patience, the study is my private place, who let you come!" Emperor Yanjue gently wiped the painting, seeing that the person in the painting was blurred, his anger soared, and with a sweep of his sleeves, Yan Feiwu, who was already seriously injured, was fixed in the air a few meters away from the ground by him. "Who told you to touch my stuff!"

Yan Feiwu felt like she was out of breath.

In the next second, when I saw the broken pearl hairpin on the ground, the anger in my heart could no longer be controlled. All around him was a red aura, burning more and more intensely. He looked at Yan Feiwu, the hatred frightened her, his red eyes frightened her, but because he treated Xue Ji like this, she was even colder.

"Do you think I really dare to let you die?"

Emperor Yanjue slammed his fist, and his spiritual power struck her with his arm. Yan Feiwu was like a broken rag doll, slamming into the cabinet where the books were placed, the bookcase fell to the ground in response, Yan Feiwu only felt a throbbing pain in her head, and a large amount of blood spurted out of her mouth, staining her pure white dress red.

Like a flower blooming on the other side of hell.

Yan Feiwu sneered and looked at Emperor Yanjue, this is this man's true heart? Atrocious? Cold! Had she been mistaken about him all along?

Like an enraged lion at this time, Emperor Yanjue teleported to her and grabbed her throat. Yan Feiwu seemed to hear a gurgling neck. He wants to kill himself?

"Competent...... You...... Kill me...... Otherwise...... I can't spare you! ”

The blood on the corner of Yan Feiwu's mouth continued to flow, and on his hands and on the hem of her skirt, a little blood glowed with a strange brilliance.

"Dead? Cheap for you! ”

Di Yanjue threw her out of the study, looking at the broken beads and the painting that could no longer be seen clearly, Di Yanjue sat down decadently, he had already lost her, didn't he even have the qualifications to recall?

Outside the study, Yan Feiwu sneered and looked at the sky, she, a cold-blooded killer, she, a person who was terrified by others, actually had such an embarrassing time!

She felt that she wanted to sleep, she knew that she couldn't sleep, but she just wanted to close her eyes, she felt that her viscera was hurting, even breathing was painful, she coughed a few times, she covered her heart, the beating there made her heart frightened, it turned out that she would also have such a helpless moment. She couldn't even feel the existence of the bracelet spirit, as if she was no longer alive, she wanted to touch it, but she didn't even have the strength to move, she shouted in her heart not to.

"Hmm~"

She is like a dandelion, as if the wind blows, she will float away, and tears fall involuntarily.

only to find that the scene in front of her was becoming more and more blurry, she couldn't support it, and slowly closed her eyes.

Just a second after she closed her eyes, the white figure landed steadily in front of her.

"I'm late, girl,"

The man hugged her, turned his head and glanced coldly in the direction where Emperor Yan Jue was, and then disappeared. It's like, he never appeared.

In the room, Emperor Yanjue's anger slowly subsided, looking at the things in front of him, he tried to restore them, but he couldn't. What Seven Kills saw when he came back from his errands was like this, and the study was like a big battle.

"Master?"

Emperor Yan Jue looked at him coldly, and Seven Kills felt like he was looking at a corpse, without any temperature. What happened!

"Invite me in, princess!" Emperor Yanjue looked at him indifferently. Seven killings, princess? He hadn't seen the princess!

"The princess is here!" Seven Kills was puzzled, and along the way, he hadn't seen her at all. The uneasiness in my heart was very strong, looking at everything in the study, and Di Yanjue's reaction~

His pupils dilated when he saw the blood on the ground.

"How is it possible, she should be very seriously injured, how can she walk away." Emperor Yanjue thought that she had ruined the last memory of Yukihime, and he turned into a bloodthirsty look. Seven Kills only heard his heart crack open, and the princess was seriously injured? Listen to the meaning, it is still the prince who fights.

"Lord, princess~ No spiritual power, how can she hold you up~"

Emperor Yanjue was stunned, but it was just a matter of an instant. "That's what she should be damned!"

Seven Kills looked at him incredulously, he could make him like this, only it could be that Miss Xue Ji was involved, and in the study~ He probably guessed it.

However, his master treats the princess like this, isn't he afraid that something will happen to the princess? He thought that the master could let go of the Snow Maiden, but now it seems that ~ things will only get worse and worse.

Seven Kills asked all the people in the mansion, but no one had seen Yan Feiwu, and she didn't even go out of the mansion, it was like disappearing~ After receiving the anger of Emperor Yanjue, even he would be seriously injured, and some things are quietly evolving.