"What a rude woman, you are the one who makes fun of Emperor Phoenix?"

The man inside the coffin seemed to be completely angered. He hit the inner panel of the coffin with his palm, causing the entire coffin to shatter into pieces from the inside out and fly around.

Leng Yuhan noticed that the energy in the man's palm was directed at him, and quickly jumped up to avoid the attack of the palm by stepping on a flying coffin.

"Hmph! If you have the ability to tell lies, don't act like a fool and hide!"

Leng Yuhan found a safe place to settle in the air. Suddenly, a flash of bright red flashed before his eyes. In his ears, the man's cold and angry words sounded like he was judging a ghost. Before Leng Yuhan had time to escape, the bright red flashed in front of his eyes.

The figure had already turned his hand and rolled up a sharp palm in the air, hitting Leng Yuhan hard on the chest.[

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood splashed into the air, throwing out crystal-clear arcs and bending some of the flying droplets.

Leng Yuhan's body was knocked more than ten meters away by Mo Yuzhuang's palm, and he fell to the ground with a thump, feeling severe pain in his lower abdomen.

"Mo, Mo Yuzhuang

Covering her lower abdomen with her hands, her eyes were full of blood pouring out from under her body. Leng Yuhan looked at Mo Yuzhuang with eyes full of heartache.

Unexpectedly, ten years later, Mo Yuzhuang's temperament would be so fierce and cruel when dealing with strangers.

Her child, her child!

This is the third time that he died at the hands of Mo Yuzhuang.

Do you want it to be so miserable?

He fell to the ground and was in too much pain to get up. Just as Leng Yuhan was about to move, dozens of long swords and machete blades were placed on his neck.

"Emperor Taifu, this is

Courtier A, who was left guarding the tomb, looked at the unknown woman who appeared out of nowhere, and wondered whether he should ask the crown prince whether the woman should be kept or killed.

"Let her go and take her down."

The blood that quickly gathered under the woman's body brought back the regret that had been buried in Mo Yuzhuang's memory for a long time.

No matter what the reason was for this woman to come here to cause trouble, Mo Yuzhuang wanted to spare her life in order to atone for the sins he had committed in the past.

Glancing briefly at the woman who was lying in a pool of blood and looking at her with heartache and loss of consciousness, Mo Yuzhuang turned around and walked towards a useful earthen coffin on the side. The funeral officer who was responsible for pasting mulberry paper on Mo Yuzhuang followed behind Mo Yuzhuang.

Running.

"Yu, language makeup"

Mistake, mistake!

Every time it comes to a critical moment, the chain will fall off. Every time when life is in crisis, it will not be able to figure out the clue to victory.[

If Ji Yuche hadn't given her the bronze mirror, she might have been killed by Mo Yuzhuang's palm, which shattered her heart and lungs.

Woohoo!

Why is this happening?

Due to the appearance of Leng Yuhan, the auspicious time for the coffin to be buried was disrupted. In order not to disrupt the best opportunity to meet his woman, Mo Yuzhuang lay in the coffin and looked at the time in the sky, prompting the historian to order that the coffin be buried.

As a punishment, they were ordered to nail the coffin as soon as possible and bury them alive.

"Yes, Crown Prince!"

The historian acted in accordance with Mo Yuzhuang's imperial order, waved away the officials attending the funeral, and directly called the coffin maker to seal the body alive, nail the coffin, and bury the body as a living memorial.

The mournful songs and funeral music resounded throughout the entire corridor of Dahuang's tomb.

The dust and sand flew into the earth along with the shovel, burying the thin brocade and thick coffins that hid the beauties.

Leng Yuhan was dragged by the female soldiers on the ground with their arms. The blood stains under her body turned into blood and ice in the cold winter air of February in Xuanzhao, revealing a wanton, graceful and magnificent blood flower, indicating a path.

The tragic loss of a little life.

Leng Yuhan turned back and stared at the sand and soil raised by the shovel. He didn't know where he came from, he pushed away the female soldier who was dragging him, and ran away in the direction of the coffin.

He was panicking and shouting loudly: "No! No! Don't bury my man! Don't bury my man!"

"Mo Yuzhuang! Ran Mofeng! Chu Qianfeng! An Ruoyu! Are you all fools? I am standing in front of you alive! Why don't you recognize me!"

"Aren't you all mentally short-circuited? Have you all been struck by lightning and rain? Have you no brains? No thinking? Will a crazy woman come to you for no reason and cause mischief?"
Chapter completed!