"You and my sisters have exhausted their affection in this life, and I hope that my sister can still have a sister like you in the next life. After Mu Shiqian finished speaking to Liu Yiyi, she looked at Hua Wuying and Leng Jiuming, and the tenderness on her face suddenly turned into a distorted smile, which was very terrifying in the flames of the candles, "Hua Wuying, Leng Jiuming, I'm not looking for you, but you took the initiative to send it to the door, you think well at this time, even if there is no dry bone frost flower......

Mu Shiqian seemed to have a deep hatred when she said the names Hua Wuying and Leng Jiuming, as if she wanted to be able to cramp and peel their skins and crush their bones to ashes.

Hua Wuying glanced at Mu Shiqian coldly, the confusion in her mind before had now become clear, the three thin blades that Mu Shiqian shot out of her hand were full of resentment towards the surname Jiang when the woman in black insulted Jiang Zizhou in the wine shop, and the Jiang Chaosheng she loved that Mu Shiqian just mentioned connected these together, and Jiang Wanmei in a light pink dress appeared in Hua Wuying's mind.

"What is the relationship between Jiang Wanmei and you?" Hua Wuying looked up at Mu Shiqian and asked in a loud voice. She already had a faint answer in her heart, if what she expected was right, then Jiang Wanmei, the palace master of Shuiyue Palace, was Mu Shiqian's daughter, if this was the case, even if there was no such thing as dry bones and frost flowers, Mu Shiqian would deal with them sooner or later, but at this time, they were sent to the door one step earlier.

The black room locked by a heavy iron fence suddenly began to sink again, Mu Shiqian looked at Hua Wuying, even though she was already in a cage at this time, but she still didn't show the slightest panic and impatience, she still stood up straight so calmly, and she could also infer that Jiang Wanmei had something to do with her.

Mu Shiqian had to admire this cold and heroic woman in red, but at the same time she hated her to the core, Mu Shiqian's good-looking face was distorted because of anger, she was so angry that her whole body trembled, and she pointed at Hua Wuying and said angrily: "Hua Wuying! You really make me admire, since you have already guessed, why do you still have the face to ask me?! My daughter Jiang Wanmei died in your hands, you still have the face to come to my territory to get dry bone frost flowers, and you still have the face to mention her to me?!"

"Jiang Wanmei?!" Leng Jiuming suddenly burst out of his palm, his eyes as blue as the sea condensed in an instant, there were flames beating on the frozen sea, the temperature dropped sharply, and the extremely cold killing intent was like a substance directed at Mu Shiqian.

Jiang Wanmei's three words made Leng Jiuming angry, he would not forget Jiang Wanmei, let alone what Jiang Wanmei had done to Hua Wuying in the dungeon of Shuiyue Palace, even if she had been cut by a thousand knives, it would be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

The walls outside the heavy iron fence turned into gravel and muck under Leng Jiuming's palm, but the iron fence that surrounded the three of them did not move, this cage was still sinking, I don't know when it will stop, and I don't know where it will take them.

Hua Wuying grabbed the iron fence with both hands, condensed the spiritual power in his body, and tried to break the heavy iron fence, but this iron fence was made of unknown materials, and it actually resisted Hua Wuying's spiritual power, let alone broken, and it was not even bent and deformed.

Hua Wuying shouted at Mu Shiqian, who was still looking at above: "Mu Shiqian, Jiang Wanmei was killed by me, you want to avenge her, even if you come at me alone!"

Jiang Wanmei was strangled to death by her with an iron chain, this is her own business, Hua Wuying doesn't want to involve Liuguang Liujing and Fang Yao, and doesn't want to involve Liu Yiyi and Leng Jiuming, although she knows that she must be very unhappy if she thinks Leng Jiuming like this.

"Jiang Wanmei is dead, if you are in a hurry, go and accompany her!" Sure enough, Leng Jiuming said this coldly to Mu Shiqian, and at the same time pulled Hua Wuying behind him to prevent Mu Shiqian from condescending and suddenly attacking her.

"Do you think you can still escape? You all have to die! I want you all to pay for my Mei'er's life! I will bury her for her!" Speaking of her dead daughter, Mu Shiqian was so angry that she tore the Jinpa she was holding in her hand to shreds, and her voice was trembling.

"Accompanying the funeral?" Leng Jiuming smiled coldly, "Don't you know that Jiang Wanmei has been chopped into pieces by me, and her bones have been scattered?"

"What did you say?!" Mu Shiqian let out a terrible scream after listening to Leng Jiuming's words, at this time, where did she still see the slightest charm of her usual days, she was like a crazy beast, leaning out half of her body, and shouting at Leng Jiuming, who was still sinking, "You actually broke Mei'er's bones and scattered ashes?!"

Leng Jiuming deliberately provoked Mu Shiqian to wait for the moment when she leaned out half of her body, holding the iron grating that Hua Wuying had just grasped in her hand, Leng Jiuming gathered her breath and pulled it up, only to hear the sound of "bell", an iron bar was pulled up by Leng Jiuming, and at the same time, no one knew how one end of the iron bar had been sharpened.

No one had time to think about how Leng Jiuming did it, only to see Leng Jiuming's clothes slashed, and the iron bar in his hand shot rapidly towards Mu Shiqian, and the sharp end of the iron bar was inserted into Mu Shiqian's heart impartially.

Mu Shiqian was immersed in the shock and grief of her daughter Jiang Wanmei, who had been crushed and scattered, and didn't notice Leng Jiuming's sudden attack at all, until the iron bar arrived in front of Mu Shiqian to react, but it was too late, she had lost the opportunity to dodge.

Mu Shiqian instinctively stretched out her palms to resist, but the iron bar was menacing, accompanied by Leng Jiuming's deep internal force, and it was still castrated after penetrating her palm, Mu Shiqian could only watch the sharp end of the iron bar sink into her heart.

Mu Shiqian fell to the side, blood continued to spill from her chest, blood flowed from her mouth, and she screamed in pain, at this time she was like a ghost, no longer charming and charming.

Mu Shiqian realized that she was at the end of her crossbow, grinned and let out a miserable laugh, and said intermittently: "I want to ...... I'm going to make you ...... I don't want you to die a good death......"

Mu Shiqian took her last breath, moved her body and took a few steps back, her bloody body meandered out of a trail of blood on the ground, the sound of the "Titicaca" sounded again, although the cage of the iron fence siege was opened by Leng Jiuming A gap, but this gap was not enough for one person to leave, plus they were constantly falling, and they were far from the original flat ground.

Hearing the sound of the mechanism, the three people who were besieged did not panic, they were all people who had experienced wind and waves, and they would not act recklessly in dangerous situations. In the case of not knowing what kind of mechanism Mu Shiqian launched, it is the best choice to wait and see what happens.

Through the iron grate, the scene in front of the three of them continued to rise rapidly, and they finally fell into the ground, surrounded by a stone wall covered with thick moss, and from time to time there were small streams of water seeping out of the stone wall.

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