"Sir, the prince and princess have brought it! There is also an unexpected bonus!"

In the courtyard, three small figures, Bao Xi, Bao Xuan, and Su Shaoling, were gagged with white cotton and held in the arms of the man in black, struggling hard.

"Well! You go first, I will be there soon!"

The man holding the baby jumped into the night and left. Murong Qiulian walked up to An Ruoyu and gave him two choices, "Follow me, or should I take action?"

"Haha, this sect leader chooses the third one!"[

Seeing the three little figures being packed into the palace courtyard, An Ruoyu let go of her arms holding the wooden pillars, regained her original voice and smiled, stroking the dust on her cuffs that had just been stained. She was beautiful and pure, delicate and charming, hidden in the sky.

There was a chilling air hidden inside, and his words were as cold as ice: "In March, Xiaomen is missing half of his hair, so he raised his head to see me!"

"Could it be that the sect master underestimated March?"

The evil voice murmured from the night sky, and the purple pupils exuded a coquettish and strange lilac light beam, which instantly drifted and filled the air, like a ghost in the dark night, with flying black hair and fluttering purple clothes, accompanied by pure white

The snow petals are like the cold face of an immortal god that is unparalleled in the world. The powerful cold air quickly sweeps through the whole body. The coolness invades the body and turns into ice thorns that penetrate the skin.

"ah!"

"ah!"

"ah!"

In the night sky of Dexing Hall, screams suddenly continued, and black figures fell to the ground. Their eyes protruded from the edges of their sockets, and their lips were vomiting blood. There were large blood streaks on the exposed hands and face.

It kept making a popping sound, like the sound of a blood vessel bursting.

"Uncle March!"

The purple figure turned around in the sky above the palace and landed firmly on the ground, holding the three little dolls by their collars. When Baoxuan saw the purple figure, she ran over with small steps and threw herself into the purple arms affectionately.

Bao Xi watched from the side, smacking her thin lips as bright as red sand, wondering, when did Bao Xuan have such a good relationship with the purple weirdo? What a disobedient little girl, how will you punish her after everything is over?

Su Shaoling was in a daze in his pajamas and didn't know what was going on. He only knew that he was so sleepy and cold. The night wind blew by, and Su Shaoling shivered. He squinted his sleepy eyes and fell to the ground, holding a body on the ground called Wen Shangre.

The black unknown object fell asleep.

"Little princess, are you happy to see Uncle March?"

The man in purple robe held Baoxuan in his arms and nodded to An Ruoyu. Behind him, hundreds of men appeared, all in purple robes, like the shadow of the man in purple robe, collecting the dead bodies in the palace courtyard at an alarming speed!

When Su Shaoling was picked up, he only gave Su Shaoling a strange look, threw it into the pile of dead people, and packed it up with the corpses of the dead! But the sleepy eldest son of the Su family just twisted his body and went deeper into the warm temperature.

He crawled in without even the slightest bit of consciousness!

"Are you stalling for time?"

With the arrival of March, Murong Qiulian had an understanding of An Ruoyu.

"Murong Qiulian, all your secret guards were thrown out by this sect leader! You are the only one left."

The hibiscus flower whip woven with golden threads around her waist was swung and hit the jade stone ground in front of Murong Qiulian. A muffled sound was heard, and lines appeared on the jade stone ground where the flower whip had been whipped.

Uniform whip marks, where the whip marks were swept, the stone surface was all turned into stone powder, which was swayed by the vibration of the flower whip and stained Murong Qiulian's boot legs, with a silvery white gleam, like a curved willow moon in the sky.

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"you?"[

Everyone in the world knows that the leader of the Hongmen Sect is not good at martial arts, his internal strength is shallow, and he is not a talented person in martial arts!

But when we met today, it was far from the rumors! Is An Ruoyu hiding it all this time? He actually kept it secret from him for more than ten years?

Recalling the time when she and An Ruoyu were practicing the 'Taiji' boxing style taught by women, Murong Qiulian had no idea that An Ruoyu had such deep inner strength.

"What? Not convinced? Didn't you also hide this from our sect leader for more than ten years? Nan, Ran, Xi?"

The betrayal six years ago turned into intractable anger. A whip was thrown on the stone ground beside Murong Qiulian. The ashes of pink stone flew around Murong Qiulian's body, raising circles of mist and blurred jade.

Bai Shihua, when all the dust settled, Murong Qiulian stood there, staring at An Ruoyu's revenge with a stern face, a hint of helplessness on his lips.

'Nan Ranxi, the big liar!'

An Ruoyu used a flower whip to throw around Murong Qiulian, confirming the six characters in an appraising tone!

Such a childish act of revenge? Does An Ruoyu have a childlike innocence? Or is she just a fool?
Chapter completed!