Hua Wuying swept away the two men who looked like Leng Jiuming who were constantly approaching him, and then kept looking up and down on him, and smiled coldly at Jiang Wanmei: "Jiang Wanmei, you love Leng Jiuming, but it's a pity that he doesn't love you, and he doesn't even bother to look at you more, you are haunted by his dreams, and even frantically found a bunch of people similar to Leng Jiuming's body shape to make him his stand-in, so as to deceive yourself that you can see him all the time." ”

"But don't forget, you are not even as good as the maids who clean the courtyard in Leng Villa, even they can see Leng Jiuming, they can stay in Leng Villa, they can stay by his side, how pitiful you are, don't you recognize it yourself?"

"What's the use of you venting all your anger on me now? Even if you let those dirty things stain me, you can get Leng Jiuming? He will look down on you? Tell you, impossible! No matter what you do, you won't be able to get into Leng Jiuming's eyes!"

Faced with Hua Wuying's series of utterances that were seriously injured, Jiang Wanmei trembled with anger, she strode forward, pulled away the three people who were hesitantly tearing off her clothes around Hua Wuying, and said angrily: "Useless things, get out of me!"

As the three men who looked like Leng Jiuming were vigorously pulled away by Jiang Wanmei, Jiang Wanmei grabbed Hua Wuying's neck with one hand and sneered: "You can say with this mouth, I will pull out your tongue first, so that you can't even shout words begging for mercy." I want you to know what it is like to be angry with me, and you must not regret it!"

"Don't regret it's you, not her!" Just as Jiang Wanmei took out the sharp blade and was about to cut off Hua Wuying's tongue, a cold voice suddenly sounded behind Jiang Wanmei.

At the same time, the temperature of the entire cell dropped sharply in an instant, making people feel like falling into an ice cave, and every bone and blood on their bodies was like being deeply pierced by thousands of sharp ice needles.

Jiang Wanmei stopped, turned her head, and saw Leng Jiuming, who was dressed in white and shengxue, looking at her coldly, and a powerful and terrifying aura suddenly pressed down, like a black cloud crushing the city, like a mountain collapsing, like a river and sea overturning. The majesty and momentum on the man's body made Jiang Wanmei clearly know that this Leng Jiuming was not one of the ones she made, but the real Leng Jiuming that made her dream.

It should have been happy to see the person who was in her heart and mind, but Jiang Wanmei couldn't help but shudder, stared at by Leng Jiuming's cold and frosty blue eyes, she had the illusion that she would turn into ashes in the next second.

Beneath the ice of those blue eyes, there was a raging fire, a fire that could destroy the world. Handsome to the point of a demonic and bewitching face, under the dim candle flame, Jiang Wanmei didn't know when Leng Jiuming appeared behind her, and she didn't know how he quietly entered the Water Moon Palace, into the heavily guarded underground cell of the Water Moon Palace, she only knew that he was standing in front of her at the moment.

The sound of several ice cubes popping suddenly sounded, and the dozen or so stand-ins that looked like Leng Jiuming suddenly condensed into ice stones, and then burst apart between the lightning and flint, turning into countless cold powders and flying to every corner of the cell.

The faint flame of the flame in the stone wall suddenly dimmed, as if it was suppressed by something, and the wick made a few sounds, and then it could no longer burn, replaced by the cold and cold meaning of human blood under the shadow.

With more than a dozen people being crushed and scattered in an instant, this cell became a cold hell at this moment, and Leng Jiuming was like the controller of the netherworld, in charge of all life and death, between life and death, only between his thoughts.

Jiang Wanmei was cold and couldn't help trembling, Leng Jiuming didn't seem to see her, his cold and desperate gaze swept over Jiang Wanmei and fell on Hua Wuying's body.

The man whose hands and feet were bound by chains was ragged and bloodstained, large swaths of skin were exposed to the cold air, her complexion was flushed, and she was forcibly holding on to the discomfort on her body, the chains were clenched tightly in her hands, blood continued to trickle down her clenched fists, and as she struggled, the heavy chains made a clattering metal crash.

Leng Jiuming saw Hua Wuying's appearance at this moment, and the cold in the prison room suddenly turned into a burning fire, and he shouted: "What did you do to her!"

"The palace master is not good, there is an outsider who has broken in, and the disciple is not good for the disciple, and the person disappeared in an instant, he ......" The door of the prison cell was suddenly opened again, and a woman in purple broke in in a panic, but her words found that the atmosphere in the prison was not right, and the moment she raised her eyes to see Leng Jiuming, she froze, and the intruder was actually standing in the prison room at this time.

"Come on!" the woman in purple reacted extremely quickly, exhaling at the moment when her head hit the ground.

As her voice sounded, dozens of people rushed into the cell with swords in hand, shouting and rushing away to Leng Jiuming. Leng Jiuming's blue eyes turned slowly, sweeping over everyone who rushed over one by one, and each glance was like killing people at that moment.

The center of the blue eyes burned with a fierce fire, so strange that people even felt fear and panic in the depths of their souls, and before they could rush to Leng Jiuming's side, they were already surrounded by raging fires, and those people seemed to spontaneously combust, and they were burned in an instant in a miserable scream.

Dozens of people were burned alive, and the gray-brown corpse ashes flew around in the cell, sprinkling Jiang Wanmei's body, but Leng Jiuming, who was in it, was still white-clothed and unstained with dust, and the strange thing was that no corpse would fall on Hua Wuying's body.

Whether it was to burst the ice or incinerate the person to ashes, Leng Jiuming just elegantly raised the sleeves of his snow-like clothes, and didn't even make a move, Jiang Wanmei looked at Leng Jiuming stupidly, as if she would never be able to see enough in this life and this life.

"Jiuming, you still came to see me after all. Jiang Wanmei had a tender face and stretched out her hand towards Leng Jiuming.

"Let me ask you, what did you do to her!" Leng Jiuming stroked Jiang Wanmei aside with a wave of his sleeve, and his words were so cold that they could freeze people's blood marrow.

Jiang Wanmei fell to the side, she saw Leng Jiuming walking towards Hua Wuying, and hurriedly got up and pounced, but what she pounced on was not Leng Jiuming, who made her fascinated, but at Hua Wuying.

"Leng Jiuming, do you really love her? If you don't want her to die, it's best not to act rashly. Jiang Wanmei stood in front of Hua Wuying, and there was already an extra dagger in her hand, and the sharp blade was on Hua Wuying's slender neck, and blood oozed from Hua Wuying's neck instantly.

"Jiang Wanmei, I said that my business has nothing to do with you. Leng Jiuming's face was still cold, but Hua Wuyin fell on Jiang Wanmei's hand, and he still stopped stepping forward.