Qianshu raised his eyes and wondered, "When did you have a cheap brother?" ”

Before Yue Wangjun could answer, he saw Yue Wangyong stumbling over, still holding a pot of wine in his hand.

"Fairy, fairy, come and have a drink with me—ah!"

His voice stopped abruptly, and the orchestral music of the silk and bamboo also stopped.

Everyone either looked directly or peeked, and they all looked towards Yue Wangyong.

I saw him standing stiffly in place, his hands slowly raised to cover his neck, and the next moment blood gushed out from between his fingers, like a fountain made of blood.

Qianshu raised his hand and erected a thin ice shield in front of him, and blood splattered on the shield, blurring the scene in front of him.

Yue Wangyong covered his neck, his feet were unstable, and he fell face down to the ground, and his head bones rolled to Yue Wangjun's feet.

A pair of black shoes embroidered with a golden dragon stepped on the head, right on his forehead.

Yue Wangyong's eyes were wide open, and he didn't blink his eyes.

Yue Wangjun just smiled, "Brother Huang, fairies are only available in heaven, so my brother has no choice but to send you to heaven." ”

I don't know who screamed, the whole terrace was messed up, and the concubines and palace maids screamed and ran downstairs in a panic, regardless of their identity.

Yue Wangjun frowned slightly, a little unhappy, "What are you running?" All sit back. ”

His voice was obviously not loud, but everyone was like pulling a thread, and one by one they returned to their original positions, those who played the pipa continued to hold the pipa, and those who danced returned to the stage to stand.

"Eleven, take my brother's head up and put it on the railing, doesn't he like these songs and dances the most? Then let him take a good look. ”

"Yes."

Eleven, dressed in black, picked up the head from under Yue Wangjun's feet, strode to the railing, and fixed it with a red ribbon, so that Yue Wangyong's eyes were wide staring at the crowd on the terrace.

"Then the music."

The melodious music sounded again, but there was no sound other than music.

Yue Wangjun made a gesture of please, "Master, sit down." ”

"No, I can't see this view."

"Master."

He lowered his eyes as he stared at the bright red blood that was spreading on the ground.

"If you really don't like it, then I'll have to kill them, and the plaything that can't make you happy don't deserve to live."

"I think you're crazy."

Qianshu looked at him quietly, his eyes calm, not angry, but even less happy.

She watched his morbid behavior as if she were an outsider.

"Crazy? I'm afraid you're the only one who dares to say that about me. ”

Yue Wangjun was still smiling, he looked at Qianshu: "Master, I've never seen you smile before, why don't you be happy today?" ”

Seeing that she didn't answer, let alone laugh, Yue Wangjun just clapped her hands.

"Master doesn't like your performance, change it, as long as it can make Master laugh, there will be a reward!"

The crowd did not dare to disobey, and tried their best to use all their methods.

Qianshu secretly condensed a cloud of chaotic power in his hand, and when the time was right, he would have to give him a blow to test his strength.

The performances were hard, but they were too violent, until a whirling exotic dancer approached with a dancing move, and suddenly, a sharp blade flew out of her sleeve.

Qianshu secretly screamed that it was not good, how could an ordinary arrow blade hurt Yue Wangjun.

Sure enough, the next moment the dancer was pressed to the ground.

The flying sword in his sleeve fell into Yue Wangjun's hand, and he played with it in his hand, "It's also coated with snake venom, it's really hard, but it's a pity that it's useless to me, tell me, who sent you?" ”

The dancer was also loyal, and immediately bit the poison bag under her tongue, and in an instant blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and she committed suicide.

"Do you really think I can't do anything about it? Since you're dead, let's drain your soul. ”

Eleven placed his hand on her forehead, and a translucent spirit emerged.

No one thought that Yue Wangjun could be so heartbroken, even the dead.

The dancer's eyes became frightened, and she wanted to run away but was imprisoned in the palm of her hand by Eleven's soul locking method.

"Tell me, who sent you? Otherwise, your soul will not rest in peace. ”

With a pained expression, the dancer gradually stretched out her hand and pointed to the queen's position.

The Queen's face turned pale.

Yue Wangjun smiled slightly, waved his hand, and Eleven immediately pinched her soul.

Qianshu's pupils shrank slightly, and a living soul dispersed in front of her eyes.

"Her Royal Highness seems to hate me to this day."

The queen stiffened and stood up from her seat, her whole body trembling, her nails digging into her palms.

Knowing that she couldn't survive, the queen gritted her teeth and said: "Yue Wangjun, you were born a devil, you killed her because you were jealous of my daughter, and now you don't even want to let go of Yue Wangyong, a fool, you are a natural bad seed!" ”

"Human nature is evil, if you are really good, you will not find someone else's son to be the prince, the father has long lost the ability to do things between men and women before he was born, don't you know?"

The queen's body shook and fell straight down to the seat.

"How do you know?"

The emperor's infertility is a big deal, how can Jiangshan Sheji tolerate others getting involved, so even if he is infertile, he will not tell others.

Yue Wangjun said lightly: "What do you say, I personally cut off his third leg." ”

"You didn't even let go of your biological father, you really conceived a seed, a bad seed!"

The queen couldn't stand steadily, but her hand couldn't help but point at Yue Wangjun and roared, her eyes were scarlet, but she couldn't do anything, so she could only sit on the ground.

Both the children and the husband died at his hands, and his heart was filled with grief and anger.

The queen pulled off the hairpin on her head and threw herself at Yue Wangjun, but it was still a moth to the fire, and she was already pressed to the ground by his subordinates before she touched Yue Wangjun.

"Your Royal Highness the Queen, Wangjun originally wanted to give you a decent exit, but now it seems that you don't need it."

"Wait a minute."

An ice blade repelled Eleven, who was about to make a move.

"Master, so, do you want to keep her?" Yue Wangjun narrowed his eyes.

"I'm not soft-hearted, I just can't tolerate you killing people in front of me."

"If Master wants to keep her, let her live, but the others must die."

Yue Wangjun waved his hand lightly, and the people around him fell down one after another covering their necks, and one by one they didn't even have time to say a last word.

Eleven had a circular artifact in his hand and wandered around the spirits.

Qianshu guessed that he was collecting his soul, because wisps of translucent dark light flew out of his body, and all of them flowed into the small ball in his hand.

The queen's robe was stained with blood, her fingertips were stained with blood, her eyes were wooden, and she had no expression.

Qianshu's heart was indescribably shocked and disgusting, she hadn't seen a dead person, but now standing in a pool of blood all over the ground, she couldn't hide the complicated feeling in her heart.