"What do you have to marry this kind of woman!" Huaxin spoke, and his tone was unconsciously hostile to the little woman, "There are many women in this world, why do you have to rob other people's wives!"

"Don't you like men who rob other people's wives?" Shuyi hugged the stunned woman in his arms, and smiled mockingly at Huaxin, "What he can do, why can't this king?"

A "this king" shocked the surrounding birds silently.

Although some people had vaguely guessed Shuyi's identity when the painting heart appeared, no one could believe that King Yi, the once unparalleled Leng Gongzi, would fall like this.

What's more, if it is really King Yi, it is not easy to get it when you fall in love with a woman, so why embarrass it so much in front of people?

It's like ...... is deliberately making a show to whom.

"In order to be angry with me, marry a woman you don't like......"

"How do you know that this king doesn't like it? Shuyi smiled and pecked the little woman in his arms on the forehead, rubbed her into his arms unscrupulously, and laughed stupidly, "This king likes her so much......"

"Smack"

Huaxin slapped and squeezed his trembling palm, unable to believe his impulsiveness.

Why so angry?

I don't want him, what does it have to do with who he marries?

She didn't know how hard her face was, but she was seen clearly by Shuyi.

He looked at the woman who couldn't move in front of him like a sword and pestle, and when he saw that she was trembling with anger, even her lips were trembling, and suddenly her smile became even stronger.

Like the spring waves reflecting the snow moon, it is so beautiful that it is a mess.

The little woman in his arms was so fascinated that she didn't see her husband at her side, and her face turned blue with anger.

"Didn't you say, don't you want it? This king can give himself to whomever he wants, what are you angry about?" he said, no longer looking at her, leaning over and kissing the woman in his arms.

"Okay! you're good!" Huaxin couldn't help but sneer, full of anger, "This seat won't be angry!"

Because Shuyi broke through the heart she had deliberately concealed, she threw the Moon Spirit Sword to the ground in a bit of a gaffe. Angry, he stopped looking at him, turned around and left.

After only a few steps, suddenly there was the sound of a sharp blade piercing through flesh behind him, followed by a dying exclamation from a woman.

Huaxin turned his head to look, and saw that the Moon Spirit Sword in the hand of Second Master Yue had penetrated his wife's chest and submerged into Shuyi's abdomen.

What a ruthless man!

For the sake of his own face, he killed his wife mercilessly!

Her pupils shrank suddenly, and she wondered if she had underestimated the dignity of a man.

Shuyi also wanted to kill her, right?

When she was lying in the arms of Heguang Tongchen, he was eager to kill her with a sword, right?

But why didn't he do it?

Huaxin slowly turned around and shifted his eyes from Shuyi to Yue Erye.

The cold man did not have the slightest shame on his face, nor did he have the slightest softness when he drew his sword, he wiped the blood from his hands nonchalantly, without explaining to anyone, and did not even need to ask for anyone's forgiveness.

It seems that in the eyes of everyone, a woman who betrays her husband is innocent of death. And it is only natural that her husband killed her.

What a woman, poor woman.

Huaxin walked over slowly, passed by the side of the man in green clothes, kicked his kneecaps, and forced him to kneel in front of his wife with a backhand divine force, and mocked with disgust, "Coward!"