She stretched out her arms to hug Shen Qingjue, picked him up horizontally, put him gently on the couch, and then helped him to cover him well with the quilt.
Chu Yanhuan acted as if he was still alive.
Afterwards, the young empress took down the sword hanging beside her and walked down the white marble steps step by step.
The assassin was still held on the ground by the imperial guards waiting to be dealt with.
Chu Yanhuan stood in front of her, and waved the three-foot green sharp edge in his hand.
There was a gloomy chill on the empress' expressionless face. She picked the female assassin's chin with her sword and asked, "Why did you assassinate me?"
The tone is dark and treacherous, and it makes people shudder to listen carefully.
No one doubted that this tyrannical young emperor wanted to kill this man.
The female assassin glared at Chu Yanhuan, and cursed: "Emperor Dog, who told you to seal the city, do you know... my parents died inside because of your order to seal the city!"
Then she pretended to be the assistant of the imperial physician and sneaked into the palace, trying to assassinate Chu Yanhuan.
hear this.
The empress laughed until she could hardly straighten her waist, her laughter was almost crazy, with a bit of sadness.
You look, you look.
This is the people she wants to save at all costs.
Now he pointed a knife at her
How ridiculous
She killed Shen Qingjue, she killed Shen Qingjue... These words echoed in Chu Yanhuan's mind like a curse.
The empress gradually put away her smile, her delicate white face was expressionless, and her voice was a bit eerie in this huge palace.
"Drag her to me."
"I'm going to kill her myself."
…
In the sky prison at night, the shrill screams kept ringing out.
It was the first time that the aloof empress killed a person with her own hands.
One knife at a time, the knife pierces the bone.
But it was so abrupt that she finally died.
The blood flowed almost all over the place, against the pale and oppressive prison cell, the tragic and treacherous extreme collision, like the blooming manjusawa, exudes the beauty of death.
after.
Chu Yanhuan washed his hands many times, until those slender and fair hands were clean again, free from dust.
How could she be willing to touch him with her dirty hands.
Lifting her slender fingers, she slowly touched Prime Minister Xueyi's beautiful face, and the Empress' eyebrows and eyes were strangely gentle.
"Little brother, don't be afraid, we will meet again soon..."
Hearing this, the system in the space was stunned: [Fuck, what's going on, the host knows that Shen Qingjue is Lord Tiandao?]
Then it watched Chu Yanhuan raise those slender jade-like hands.
The fingers fluttered, gradually forming a complicated palm print, and the bright white light of the stars and lights lingered around her.
On the girl's expressionless face, her jet-black pupils were as delicate as ink.
The world nearly fell apart, then returned to normal.
Even the system in the space felt a tearing feeling, which was the oppressive force from the depths of the soul.
The light group almost screamed, its hair exploded, [Host, what are you doing? Stop it, are you crazy!]
Isn't it crazy
Chu Yanhuan was using the power of the Fallen God, and such a terrifying power came overwhelming, almost destroying everything.
Sudden.
The girl bent down fiercely, covered her chest with her hands, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
This body couldn't bear her own strength.
Chu Yanhuan murmured, "Why, why is this happening?"
"Why can't I find his soul?"
Chu Yanhuan was on the verge of collapse, the corners of his pale lips continued to overflow with blood, but his pitch-black eyes dimmed at this moment, and there were no stars shining like before.
"Isn't he human? After death, he enters the six realms of reincarnation. Why can't I find him? Why is this impossible?"
Chu Yanhuan was almost hysterical.
Until a pair of delicate and slender hands held her shoulders.
These hands are extremely beautiful, just by looking at them, one can see how magnificent its owner is.
"Calm down, Fu Yue."
Low magnetism's cold voice seems to contain the long-distance law of the great way, and it is very pleasant, clear and lingling like the spring of a mountain.