The door of the room was pushed open, Mingyu looked up, and saw a woman with her face covered walking in, although she could see her eyebrows, but she couldn't see what she looked like at all.
"Who are you?" Mingyu tilted her head to look at her, keenly feeling that this woman came from a bad place.
Lu Wushuang looked at the eleven or twelve-year-old girl in front of him coldly, and at a glance, he knew that she was Xiaoyao's daughter, and she really looked like her.
"Are you not afraid at all?" Lu Wushuang looked at Mingyu coldly, with an overwhelming hatred welling up in his heart.
The young emperor should have married her, but for Xiaoyao's appearance, everything would have been in her expectation.
"Will you kill me?" Mingyu asked, "If you don't kill me, why should I be afraid?"
Lu Wushuang took a few steps towards Mingyu, and saw this little girl who was born in pink and jade more clearly, "How do you know that I won't kill you?"
Mingyu looked at her with a smile, "You're not a monster, are you?"
"You can tell?" Lu Wushuang narrowed her eyes slightly. Even if she appeared in front of those monsters, they would not realize that she was not a monster. Mo Mingyu was just a mortal, so how did she know.
"Yes." Mingyu nodded. In fact, she didn't know how to tell, but she felt that this woman had a different feeling from those monsters.
Lu Wushuang snorted coldly, "It seems that you are not completely mortal."
Murong Zhan is the young emperor of Jiutian, even if Xiaoyao's status is humble, he can barely be regarded as half of the blood of the gods, and their daughter will not really know anything.
"Do you know why I brought you here?" Lu Wushuang sat down alone. She wished she could kill Xiaoyao's daughter and let Xiaoyao know what it's like to lose the most important person, but she couldn't do that.
If she really killed Mo Mingyu, Mo Rongzhan would definitely destroy her godhead.
He really will do that.
Mingyu looked at Lu Wushuang with his chin in his hand, "Do you want to use me to threaten my father or my mother?"
"Since you are so smart, then guess what I want to arrest you for?" This Mo Mingyu is not at all like Xiaoyao, smarter than Xiaoyao, and very courageous, not afraid of being killed at all. .
Mingyu curled her lips and looked at her contemptuously, "Didn't I say that? You just want to use me to threaten my parents. My father is Jiutian Shaodi. You are neither a monster nor a blood demon. You are like Tang Aunt is somewhat similar, but much stronger, I guess you are also from the Nine Heavens God Clan?"
Lu Wushuang's face darkened slightly, and he looked at Mingyu coldly.
She didn't expect that this little girl could actually guess it.
Although Lu Wushuang covered her face and couldn't see her expression clearly, Mingyu could feel the change in her, it seemed that she guessed it right.
"The gods are actually mixed with monsters!" Mingyu said with a smile, "What do you want to do?"
"You are really not afraid that I will kill you!" Lu Wushuang said coldly.
Mingyu smiled and said, "Are you afraid, are you afraid of my father?"
Lu Wushuang reached out to grab Mingyu's neck, but Yan Xiaoliu blocked it immediately, "Stop!"
"Get lost!" Lu Wushuang glared at Yan Xiaoliu, and swept over with his other hand.
Yan Xiaoliu suddenly felt a sharp pain in the sea of qi, and his spiritual power couldn't move at once. He was hit by the wall and fell to the ground, unable to move.
"What are you going to do to Xiao Liu!" Mingyu yelled.
"Don't think that because you are the young emperor's daughter, I dare not kill you." Lu Wushuang pinched Mingyu's neck, really wanting to anger her, she would really go all out.
Mingyu raised her foot to kick Lu Wushuang, "Then try it, my father will not let you go if you dare to hurt a single hair of mine, you must be ugly, otherwise why would you wear a veil, just like you Dare to like my father, have you seen my mother? Whether it was before or now, she is the most beautiful woman in the world, and you are completely incomparable to my mother."
Lu Wushuang had met Xiaoyao before, but hadn't seen Ye Zhen who was reincarnated. She was pretty much the same, even if she was pretty, but she was timid and would only stand behind Mo Rongzhan. What could she do? as.
She is not worthy to be a young concubine at all.
"What kind of thing is your mother? Her status is low. A mortal daughter is also worthy of nine days. If it weren't for the young emperor, she would have died long ago." Lu Wushuang said angrily.
"My mother is nothing, she is the woman my father loves and dotes on, you are nothing!" Mingyu snorted, not allowing Lu Wushuang to slander her mother, in her mind, there is no other woman in the world Better than her mother.
Thinking of the humiliation she had suffered, Lu Wushuang felt more and more resentment in her heart, "You are looking for death!"
She didn't control her spiritual pressure, even Yan Xiaoliu couldn't support it, Mingyu was just a mortal, and couldn't stand her spiritual pressure even more.
"Mingyu..." The corners of Yan Xiaoliu's mouth were bloodshot, and his eyes were full of worry and fear. This woman's spiritual pressure is too strong. Mingyu can't protect herself without spiritual power. This spiritual pressure can definitely kill Mingyu.
"If you're dead, I'll throw you into Zaitian Castle, so that Young Emperor will think that Wen Tian killed you. Then Wen Tian and your father will beat you to death again. Tell me, who will your mother help? To save Wentian, he would not hesitate to betray the young emperor." Seeing Mingyu's painful expression, Lu Wushuang felt a burst of satisfaction in his heart.
Mingyu shouted, "Do you think my father will believe you?"
"Then try." Lu Wushuang snorted, she didn't notice why Mingyu was still able to speak, even Yan Xiaoliu's sea of Qi was injured by her spiritual pressure, why Mingyu was still fine.
"You wait for my father to kill you. Besides, if you are an ugly monster like you, my father will not like you!" Mingyu shouted.
Lu Wushuang's eyes turned red with anger, wishing he could tear Mingyu into pieces.
"How dare you call me ugly!" Lu Wushuang was furious.
Mingyu was strangled and couldn't speak anymore. She struggled vigorously and grasped Lu Wushuang's wrist with both hands. Her palm felt hot for no reason, but she didn't notice it herself, she just felt as if something was going towards her palm. Sucked in.
"What's going on?" Lu Wushuang's face changed drastically, and she felt that her spiritual power was disappearing at a rapid speed.
The spiritual pressure in the room eased, Lu Wushuang looked at Mingyu in shock, most of the spiritual power in her sea of energy disappeared...
"You..." Lu Wushuang glared at Mingyu's hand, can she absorb other people's spiritual energy
"Yan Xiaoliu, are you alright?" Mingyu was free, not caring why Lu Wushuang would let her go, and hurried to Yan Xiaoliu.
Lu Wushuang looked at her own wrist, and then looked at Mingyu in disbelief, she had never encountered such a situation.
A mortal! It is actually able to absorb the spiritual power of a god!
She has only heard that ghost cultivators have such exercises, but Mo Mingyu is not a ghost cultivator at all, she is just a mortal, and she has never practiced any exercises. How did she do it