He really let go of Feng Qinyu, and walked slowly towards Feng Hexuan with steady steps, step by step, with a loud sound.

Standing still in front of Feng Hexuan, his deep eyes narrowed slightly into a line, looking at Feng Hexuan so condescendingly, the full sense of oppression was difficult to ignore.

In an instant, the sound of drawing the sword sounded, and the cold sword was on Feng Hexuan's neck.

Dongfang Yunlie hooked his lips, a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes, and he said to Feng Hexuan: "What do you think you are talking to this king now?" ”

The sword slid gently across Feng Hexuan's neck.

"Father!"

"Your Majesty!"

Feng Qinyu and the empress eldest grandson Ruomei shouted in panic at the same time.

Looking at the panic that flashed in Feng Qinyu's calm eyes, the corners of Dongfang Yunlie's lips rose upward.

In the next second, the sword hanging on Feng Hexuan's neck changed direction and stabbed at Feng Hexuan's shoulder fiercely, so cruel that he didn't hesitate at all!

"Ah!!h

The tearing sound of pain roared out of Feng Hexuan's mouth, and the proud king of the past was like a doll at this time, being played with in Dongfang Yunlie's hands.

"Does it hurt?"

Dongfang Yunlie coldly hooked his lower lip, looking at the blood red gushing out of Feng Hexuan's shoulder, his eyes were filled with bloodthirsty pleasure.

"Let this king try here again."

As he spoke, the sword in his hand was pulled out of Feng Hexuan's shoulder and stabbed at his kneeling thigh, but when the sword edge approached Feng Hexuan's thigh, it was held with his bare hands.

It was a pair of beautiful little hands, fair and slender, but at this time, from her fingers, oozing dazzling blood red, lining the white hands, dripping down drop by drop.

Dongfang Yunlie's eyes slipped a trace of discoloration, and he raised his eyes to look at the owner of the hand that suddenly broke in, his eyes narrowed, and he was still gloomy.

"Lord Wang, no matter how you say it, you are a former king, raise your noble hand."

The palm of the hand holding the sword blade turned pale with pain, Feng Qinyu gritted his teeth, but he looked at Dongfang Yunlie with a calm face, and said this sentence in a low voice.

Once upon a time? I really dare to mention this!

Dongfang Yunlie laughed sarcastically in his heart, a trace of ruthlessness slipped under the eyes of the yin owl, and in a second, he looked at Feng Qinyu and sneered.

"To be able to take the sword of this king with his bare hands like this, Xiao Jiu'er really makes this king admire."

The words fell, and the sword held in Feng Qinyu's palm was pulled out mercilessly along her palm.

The sharp blade of the sword slid through Feng Qinyu's white and tender palm, and the bright red blood surged even harder.

"Jiu'er!"

"Jiu'er!"

Seeing this, Feng Hexuan and Eldest Sun Ruomei screamed at the same time.

Feng Hexuan looked at Dongfang Yunlie's bloodthirsty black eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Dongfang Yunlie, since I am defeated in your hands, whatever you do, my little Jiu'er, you are not allowed to touch a single hair of her." ”

After all, he is the king of a dynasty, even if he becomes a prisoner at this time, he still has the domineering spirit of dominating the world, but at this time, such domineering is of no use in front of Dongfang Yunlie.

"Don't touch her?

Dongfang Yunlie smiled, the sword in his hand was thrown to the ground by him, raised his eyes to look at Feng Qinyu's pale face, stretched out his long arm, and dragged Feng Qinyu into his arms, lowered his eyebrows, facing him with still those stubborn beautiful eyes, and said in a low voice:

"This king wants to know, if this king moves her, what can you do to this king?"