Huang Qingwan stared at him coldly, and a cold light suddenly flashed in his hand, and he went directly towards the Holy Moon Emperor Lord.

He stood in place, not dodging or dodging, his hair was flying, and his eyes had been deeply falling on Huang Qingwan.

Huang Qing's body was cold without half a minute of temperature, and his indifferent eyes were like a ruthless dark night Shura.

"Tick--" In an instant, blood flowed wantonly, and the entire left chest of the Holy Moon Emperor was pierced by her.

The blood, along the place next to the heart, slowly flowed out, ticking and dripping on the floor that was already a little rotten, and the bloody breath was terrifying.

Huang lightly pursed the corners of his lips and raised a cold amplitude, "No matter what, you deserve to die." ”

"Cough-" The Holy Moon Emperor coughed lightly again, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, and Huang lightly pulled the cold murderous aura on his body, which made him frightened, but he didn't fight back, allowing the cold dagger in her hand to pierce his chest.

Huang Qingwan has no mercy for him at all, no matter what the reason, she will not forgive him!

She really wanted to stab him 3,600 times, but even then, she couldn't relieve her anger, but now, Huang Qingwan knew that behind all this, there was a mastermind hidden in the shadows!

She should have wanted to find that person, and the Holy Moon Emperor Lord was just acting as a pawn.

In her opinion, the Holy Moon Emperor Lord was very likely to have been poisoned before, and the little fox was a genius-level alchemist, following Huang Qingwan's side, refining medicine all day long, and Huang Qingwan knew a lot of pharmacology.

Judging from the Holy Moon Emperor's insanity, it is very likely that he was poisoned, something called 'Lost Soul Scattering'.

'Lost soul', as the name suggests, can make the poisoned person mentally confused, and often hallucinate, and will also change his temperament, magnifying people's various negative emotions to the extreme!

Holy Moon Emperor, how much you love, how much you hate--how deep is jealousy--

"Jing'er, is it true that as long as the emperor is dead, you will forgive me?" The Holy Moon Emperor raised his head, his eyes were full of sadness, this knife did not pierce his heart, but just deviated from the heart, and it would not kill him.

This kind of pain is nothing compared to the poison of his heart, compared to his regret and self-blame day and night.

Huang glanced at him indifferently, it was obviously Jiang Wenjing's face, but it was killing everywhere.

The Holy Moon Emperor has never seen such a Jiang Wenjing, cold, killing, even though the beauty makes people feel unattainable, however, it is more like a Shura from hell, a look, an expression, all of them make people chill from the bottom of their hearts.

Suddenly, his blood was cold, and he stood straight in front of Huang Qingwan, and even his face was a little colder, "You are not Jing'er, who is it?" ”

Huang narrowed his eyes and looked at him coldly, and there was a bloodthirsty killing intent in his dark eyes.

The Holy Moon Emperor Lord was instantly startled in his heart, and couldn't help but take a step back, "Moon--"

Before he could say a word, he was stunned by a light palm of his hand.

After so many years, the poison of heartlust in his body could no longer be cultivated at all, six years ago, he was still in the realm of second-order kings, and now, because of the poison of heart, his strength is not as good as before.

The Holy Moon Emperor spurted out another mouthful of black blood and fell to the ground in an instant.

There was blood all over the ground, which was really shocking, but Huang Qingwan didn't have half of his mood swings.

A pair of cold eyes fell outside the Moon Palace, under the starry sky, several figures flashed and disappeared, and did not enter the Jiaoyun Palace.