"What do you mean, the changes in Dongyuan now have something to do with Chongxue Yeyue?"
Patriarch Murong calmed down and sorted out his thoughts.
"And the person we are looking for now is the child who was predicted to subvert Dong Yuan twenty years ago."
Master Shen nodded.
"That child is the blood of Chongxue Yeyue's Xie family?"
Patriarch Shen still nodded.
How that child returned to Chongxue Yeyue, apart from the deceased Xie clan, it is estimated that no one knows.
Patriarch Shen's voice was shattered by the wind and snow: "You all misunderstood that prophecy."
"Heavy snow covered the entire Spirit Skeleton Forest. What you do will only make Dongyuan worse."
Murong Patriarch: "..."
Monarch: "..."
Everyone: "… "
They came to find the survivor of the Xie family today, wanting to replicate what happened five years ago.
But they didn't expect that they would hear such a news.
Patriarch Shen whispered: "This is the real subversion of Dong Yuan."
That prophecy is not about subverting Dongyuan's regime.
But to subvert the entire Dongyuan.
And all this...
The head of the Shen family looked towards the front. Amidst the white snow, a man in red clothes walked over.
He carried a gentle wind all over him, and wherever he passed, the wind and snow stopped, like a spring breeze.
The man's smiling voice crossed the wind and snow and fell into the ears of everyone present: "And all of this is caused by your own hands."
Chu Zheng looked over there.
The cloak on Xie Shu's body was gone, only the fiery red clothes were left, fluttering in the wind.
In the snow, he was as bright as fire.
However, there was a haze in the man's eyes, making him as quiet as a cold moon.
The two temperaments are manifested in him, and they are obviously contradictory, but in him, it makes people feel that this is the case.
That's how he is.
Chuzheng felt that the surrounding snow was fading, and the gentle wind was slowly wrapping them.
This is…
Getting out of control again
Sure enough, he shouldn't be left alone.
What did he do in there! !
The corners of Xie Shu's mouth were slightly curved, and the corners of his brows and eyes were full of smiles: "The Xie family has guarded Zhongxue Yeyue from generation to generation, but you ruined it."
"Now the entire Dongyuan will be buried with it, are you happy?"
"You..." Patriarch Murong moved, and a bloodstain was drawn on his cheek.
Everyone froze immediately, crisis came to their hearts, their hair stood on end, and they dared not move rashly.
These winds…
Chuzheng's eyes were like a stagnant snowstorm, and the silence was condensed.
She suddenly walked towards Xie Shu.
He smiled at her.
The gentle wind scratched blood on Chuzheng's body, and the blood fell on the snow on the ground, like a blooming red plum, which was dazzlingly red.
Xie Shu tilted his head slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was cruel and cold-blooded, as if mocking Chuzheng's behavior.
Chuzheng stopped halfway from Xie Shu.
She looked at Xie Shu's eyes: "Come here."
"Why should I go over?" The man asked with a smile, "Isn't this the power you want? It's right next to you, and you can reach it and touch it. What are you waiting for?"
The man Qingyue's voice was bewitching.
When someone actually reached out...
But in the next second, there was a scream.
Xie Shu chuckled softly, and then laughed out loud.
Xie Shu's smile suddenly froze, silver light intertwined in his eyes, and the surrounding scene was blocked by silver light.
The body was suddenly pressed back, and a bloody kiss fell, tyrannically prying open his lips and teeth, and passing the bloody aura to him.
Xie Shu's limbs were entangled with thin silver threads and could not move at all. They were in a space where silver threads were intertwined.
The person who kissed him pulled a little distance away, the tip of his nose was against the tip of his nose, and his lips were pressed against each other.
Her voice sounded: "Then I'll come here."
Chuzheng's palm touched Xie Shu's side face, and the bloody kiss fell again. Xie Shu wanted to break away, and the silver thread wrapped around his wrist tightened.
Until he did not struggle, the restraint of the silver thread loosened.
Behind him are interwoven silver threads, soft as silk.
Chuzheng pressed him, extending the kiss indefinitely.
It was his familiar kiss, his familiar breath.
After an unknown amount of time, Chuzheng let go of him.
Xie Shu's lips were blushing, his eyes were full of anger, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Jun Chuzheng, we are enemies."
"Oh." Chuzheng said, "So what?"
you say yes
Do I agree? !
"So..." Xie Shu sneered: "Let go of me."
"You break away." Chu Zheng took a step back while holding his chest, and said with a cold face, "You are not very powerful."
Xie Shu: "…"
The clothes on Chuzheng's body were stained with blood, revealing a dull color.
There is no wind in this space.
Those seemingly mild winds hide endless murderous intentions.
Chu Zheng stood on the spot without changing his face, watching the breeze blowing towards him.
The breeze brushed against her cheeks, light and soft.
Chuzheng approached Xie Shu again and kissed him under Xie Shu's angry gaze.
"let me go."
"You had a chance to kill me just now." Chu Zheng said: "You missed it."
Xie Shu: "…"
He can't let go.
Seeing the blood on her body made his heart ache for a while.
I wish those injuries were on myself.
Chuzheng's tongue swept across his lips and licked gently, Xie Shu suddenly closed his eyes and took the initiative to cater to her.
Xie Shu's breathing gradually deepened, his body was hot, and he wanted to break free and embrace the person in front of him.
-
Patriarch Murong and the others only saw a strange flash of silver light, but in an instant, the figures of the two disappeared.
The wind also stopped.
The wind and snow that had faded just now swept in again, and the snow particles hit the face, causing it to hurt.
"What about people?"
Someone ran to the place where the two of them stood just now, but there was nothing there.
The family head Jun coughed out a mouthful of blood, his body fell softly, and was supported by others.
"Patriarch Jun, don't make mistakes again and again."
"Impossible!" The monarch's face was distorted: "Shen Jingyun, don't talk nonsense here, find me, find them! Kill him, I will see how he subverts Dong Yuan!"
"Patriarch Jun!" Shen Jingyun's tone was a little anxious, and he suddenly coughed rapidly.
Master Jun took the opportunity to flick his sleeves and lead people to the depths of the ruins.
Patriarch Murong and Chu Yingyu stayed where they were, and Chu Yingyu hadn't reacted from the previous events.
She looked at the man who was as pale as snow: "You said, I am a twin. In order to save other people's children, parents use their own children to die?"
And she was the one sent out...
No!
She should be the eldest princess of Jingyuan Kingdom. Her mother emperor is still there and loves her so much. How could she be the abandoned child
she is not…
However, the man over there nodded slightly.
Chu Yingyu took a few steps back: "No... it's impossible."
Why is she the one who was abandoned
What she thought was that as the eldest lady of the Jun family, she should have a good life and her strength was superior.
Chu Yingyu did not know that she was abandoned and lived a carefree life in Jingyuan Kingdom.
And Jun Chuzheng stayed here, striving for survival like walking on thin ice.