Ling Miao failed to hit the soul body, but she reacted quickly, threw up the spirit stone, and pointed to the trick. The green light flashed faintly, turning into a transparent cover and holding the soul body in it, and the soul body landed in mid-air and stood in the center of the Five Elements Array.

Ling Miao bent his fingers again and pointed at the soul body, and the words in his mouth were repeated, and the soul body hung down weakly with both arms, and sat down cross-legged again.

Ling Miao closed her eyes and asked, "The person who came is Fuji Yu, who pleaded before his death!"

The psychic stone shook all around, and a floating shadow appeared in the void.

A huge courtyard, red lights hung with colors, waiting for people to shuttle busy, everyone has a smile on their faces.

Inside the house, a red-clothed rattan jade with red makeup and a delicate smile.

The little girl on the side said angrily: "Princess, you can't take off the hijab, it's unlucky." ”

"Bah, you girl, today is a happy day for this palace, dare to talk nonsense to see that this palace will not tear your mouth. ”

When the little girl heard this, she stuck out her tongue at her, and picked up the red hijab to cover her.

Fuji Yu took it with his hand, looked at the sky outside the window, and said, "What time is it? Why hasn't it been so long, can you go out and have a look?"

"Khan, this bridegroom is not in a hurry, but he is in a hurry to break this bride, so the slave is going to take a look. The little girl covered her mouth and walked out laughing.

Fujitama walked around the house a few times, always feeling panicked. She sat down in front of the dresser, the femininity in the bronze mirror was dignified and noble, but there was a sad look in her eyebrows.

A moment later, a noise of gongs and drums sounded, her tightly knit brows immediately relaxed, her eyes looked at the bronze mirror to carefully check her makeup, got up and straightened her clothes, and then hurriedly walked back to the bed and put on her hijab.

The sound of gongs and drums lasted for half an hour, and Fuji Yu, who was originally seated, was sitting on pins and needles at this time. The personal girl has been out for so long and hasn't come back, shouldn't something have happened?

Phew!

No, no, no!

Xu is there are too many guests, and there is a monarch's father, so it is inconvenient for him to come over early, right? Fuji Yu thought in his heart, but the person stood up again.

She raised her hand and removed her hijab, hurried to the window, poked her head out, and heard the door slammed. Her heart thumped with the sound of the door, and she hurriedly raised her hand to press her heart, only to say that she was too nervous, and the person was still standing by the window without moving, and asked, "Who?"

There was no echo outside the door, but the door rang again, and after the sound, the door was knocked ajar, and a person lay on the threshold, covered in blood, and said angrily: "Quick... Public... Childe!"

The words were like a thunderbolt, Fuji Yu stared at his eyes, and after a breath, his body rushed in the direction of the hall like an arrow from the string.

No, no, no... My father promised me.

Even so, those hundreds of Jingwei will definitely protect him to the death.

Fujitama ran down the corridor with the power of Birth, and when she was nearing the end, she stopped suddenly.

What is that?

I saw that on the ground at the end of the corridor, blood soaked the ground, and the blood stains on the wall had already dried up.

She looked at the dark red bloodstains, her body trembled irrepressibly, a coolness began to flow into the blood from her eyes, she had no strength to walk from the cold, she trembled, step by step in a pool of blood, the red embroidered shoes on her feet were soaked with blood, every time she walked by a corpse, the indistinguishable face, the uniform Jingwei dress, all became a sharp blade, stabbed in her heart one by one.

These people are the Jingwei she carefully selected, there are as many as three hundred people, even they are lying here, can he still be spared?

No matter how long the corridor is, there is an end, she stood on the steps and lowered her eyes, trying to gather the strength that had been lost, not looking or thinking, and slowly stepping forward to salute.

"Father, Yu'er meets Father, may Father Monarch live a long and healthy life!"

"Is Yu'er's words serious?" Above the hall, King Teng stood in the middle, and the three layers of guards around him protected him from even flies.

"When did Yu'er fake?"

"Okay! worthy of being the son of my vine king, haha..." The knots in the vine king's heart were untied, and after laughing, he said: "This person is a grass coward in the rivers and lakes, how can he be worthy of my son, when his father recalls the general, he will immediately hold a big wedding for you." ”

"Then he, what will the monarch do?"

The king has ordered someone to correct him on the spot, and he will be thrown into a mass grave later. ”

"Who, then, did it?"

"Huh?" Fuji looked at his beloved daughter, who had been keeping his head down, and until this time, Fujitama was still talking to him calmly, and he really couldn't see anything wrong.

"My son, no one has ever been young and frivolous, but those are all momentary lovers. You have to remember, as long as the power is in your hands, what kind of man do you want to have?"

"Yes, Father Jun, Yu'er is really unfilial, which makes you embarrassed. ”

Fujitama said in a low voice, his eyes already finding him among the many corpses. She slowly raised her head, and walked in the direction of the people in the middle of the hall who were surrounded by Jingwei.

"Yu'er!" came the roar of the vine king from above.

Fuji Yu walked closer step by step, and when she saw the groom's brocade robe soaked in blood, the little strength left in her body seemed to be drained at once, and her body fell to the ground weakly.

She lay on her stomach, her eyes caught a glimpse of the hosta in his hand, and at that moment, the last light in her eyes was extinguished!

"Come, drag the princess back to the palace, no one is allowed to let her out without this king's decree." ”

"Yes!" the guards replied in unison.

Fuji Yu crawled over inch by inch, caressed his already cold face with his hand, and whispered softly: "I'm here! I like this hosta very much, can you put it on for me?"

"Princess, please!"

Fuji Yu held his hand, put his face on his cold palm and rubbed it, and said, "Don't worry, go slowly, and wait for me." ”

"Princess, please!"

At the urging of the guards again, Fujitama put down his hand, and the long sleeve of the other hand fell to the ground, and his hand touched the ground, and then stood up.

Fujitama just stood up, and an order from the king of Fuji came from above: "Tie up, don't let her run away." ”

"Princess, offended!" the guard got the order, and stepped forward to detain her, but when she approached, a cold light flashed, and the guard made a gurgling sound in his throat, and in a moment, the person was planted straight forward.

"Princess, don't disobey!" the guards shouted in unison, drawing their swords and confronting each other.

"Say, did you kill him?"

As soon as the words fell, the angle of the long sword was tricky, stabbing a person in the chest, the wrist was twisted, the tip of the sword smashed the flesh and blood, the blood dripped down, Fuji Yu turned his head and looked around indifferently, the long sword was pulled out and blood splashed, the sword light flashed, and another person died under the sword.

"Yu'er, are you blatantly disobedient?"

Fuji Yu stood in the crowd, glanced at it from afar, and killed another person with his sword.