As soon as he heard this, Nan Fengjin was even happier, he waved his hand in front of Situ Jing, and smiled with a ruffian face: "Yo, Situ Jing, I said that you are blind or lame, didn't you see the emperor boss holding his sister-in-law in his arms, greasy and crooked, loving and loving two people like conjoined babies?" My emperor boss is innocent, your sister Xue hasn't even touched the sleeve of the emperor boss, where did she get close? You idiot! ”

Nan Fengjin really didn't leave him the slightest affection, and every word was like a sharp arrow that suddenly shot a poisonous arrow straight through his heart.

The anger surging in his heart rolled like magma, and the fury like a volcanic eruption scorched every inch of Situ Jing's veins.

"Nan, Wind, Jin! If you say one more thing, I'll kill you!! Situ Jing roared angrily, his eyes bulged, his face seemed to have been whipped by a whip, distorted to almost deformation, and the terrifying and violent murderous aura swept and churned like a hurricane.

His whole person was like an enraged beast, a terrifying ball of spiritual energy condensed in his palm, and the air pressure around him seemed to be suffocated, and his dark eyes burned with raging anger, eager to shatter the person in front of him into pieces.

Emperor Ming raised his eyes, his gaze swept lightly at his broken arm, the corners of his mouth were hooked, and a few words floated out lightly: "Those who are disrespectful to this king and princess will be punished and devoured souls." ”

The tone of the wind was light, but it was like thunder on the ground, and the thunderbolt on a sunny day made Situ Jing's brain hurt greatly, as if he had been poured a basin of cold water, and the murderous aura of spiritual power was instantly discharged to the ground, and his momentum decreased sharply.

Looking at each other, Situ Jing bumped into a pair of deep and beautiful black eyes, those seemingly calm eyes contained endless storms, cold as a cold pool for the ages, indifferent and ruthless, almost devouring people's souls!

He was shocked, and something flashed through his mind, the world said that the emperor was as cruel and bloodthirsty as Shura, murderous as numbness without blinking, iron-blooded, invincible, and the demon gods of hell were afraid to avoid it.

The rumors were true, but he suddenly understood at this moment that there was only one copy of Emperor Ming's absolute tenderness.

This affection is only for the woman in front of you, and it only belongs to the person in front of you.

The six words "punishing the heart, devouring the soul and destroying the soul" made Situ Jing only feel cold all over, his heart seemed to be pinched, and his scalp was cold and numb.

He stood there stiffly, his eyes staring at him as if he had been choked by someone, his throat was dry as if it was blocked by gravel, and a mouthful of old blood was in his heart, he couldn't go up or down, he couldn't say half a word, and his soul was trembling.

There was an eerie dead silence in the air.

Perhaps except for Ye Qiantong, no one here doesn't know how deterrent these six words are, and even Nanfeng Jin's pupils shrank suddenly.

But Yachitomi is such a smart woman, she can feel that majestic and penetrating warning.

Emperor Ming was absolutely intimidating Situ Jing.

Hitomi Yachichi knows that her strength is insufficient, but she will not be a woman who survives under the wings of others.

She can choose to believe in Emperor Mingjue, but it won't be too involved.

When his armor is completely removed, it is the beginning of his fall into the abyss of no return.

Thinking of the lessons of his previous life, a trace of cold black flashed under Ye Qian's eyes.

I don't know how long it took, Situ Jing was embarrassed by the loss of face, ran over alive and was humiliated, but in the end he could only be bullied by persimmons, he glared at Ye Qiantong viciously, shook his hand and turned around and left, embarrassed like a defeated rooster.

However, no one expected that at the moment when he turned around, a suffocating shadow appeared in Situ Jing's pupils, and that person's beautiful and delicate face was like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world.