"Yes, Lord Wang." Sang Ju was still quiet in her dream of flying up the branches and turning into a phoenix, and she didn't find the slightest terrifying danger.

"What a well-behaved child, this king likes to be well-behaved."

With that, the man's hand slowly swam from her cold little face to her bare neck, his fingers clasped tightly, slowly retracting.

Sang Ju didn't realize what was going to happen next, and she still had a happy smile on her face that was intoxicated with love.

It wasn't until she was out of breath that she realized something was wrong.

She wanted to struggle, but Duan Yiyao didn't give her a chance, and directly choked her neck.

Sang Ju was strangled to death by Duan Yiyao in this way.

In front of Yun Mumu, Duan Yiyao killed a person like this.

After killing someone, Duan Yiyao seemed to have regained a little bit of his senses, and took out a handkerchief from his sleeve pocket.

Wiped the blood that flowed out of Sang Ju's mouth and dripped on his pale hands, and then casually threw the handkerchief on Sang Ju's face.

A cold wind blew and lifted the veil on Sang Ju's face, and she died in the snow like this, with a smile on her face that she had time to collect.

With her blue and purple face, it looks weirdly eerie.

The palace maid was killed in the palace, which is not big or small.

Duan Yiyao killed people so blatantly, wasn't he afraid at all?

Yun Mumu only knows how to save people, and he has also seen countless incurable corpses.

But in the face of murder, it was the first time she had seen it, and she was so frightened that she was paralyzed at all.

Until Duan Yiyao left, her legs were still weak and she couldn't stand up at all.

She nestled in the corner, looking at Sang Ju's corpse, slowly covered by the heavy snow.

Her body began to freeze slowly, but no matter how cold it was, it couldn't compare to the cold in her heart.

The palace is a terrible place, where people treat human life like a waste for the sake of power.

She must get out of here, out of this palace.

"Do you think the palace is a good place? My Queen? ”

A cold sentence floated behind her, and she couldn't help but tremble and look behind her.

Seeing Duan Yixi, who was in a wheelchair behind him, he smelled the familiar faint fragrance on the man's body.

Somehow, her nervous body and mind suddenly relaxed, and then the whole person collapsed to the ground.

Duan Yixi condescendingly looked at Yun Mumu who was paralyzed on the ground, his eyes skimmed over Sang Ju's corpse, and he snorted coldly in his heart.

Since he was paralyzed, the entire palace has changed, not to mention such a small palace, even the female officials with rank are living a day of worry, which can be said to be everyone's own danger.

Yun Mumu, who was paralyzed on the ground, got up suddenly, she strode forward, rushed to Duan Yixi, and then sat on his lap, and put her hands around the man's neck.

A warmth came from the man's body, and she inhaled the unique fragrance of the man's body, and there was an unprecedented sense of relief.

Duan Yixi was followed by Ah Jiu and Bingqiao, and Bingqiao called softly: "Niangniang, I'm sorry." ”

Yun Mumu noticed that the man was still followed by Ah Jiu and Bingqiao, and hurriedly got off Duan Yixi's body.

Duan Yixi: What are you doing down? I'm willing to let you hold it a little longer.

Ah Jiu stepped on the snow and walked to Sang Ju's body, checked Sang Ju, and indeed lost his breath.