[69 Book Bar - www.] Mingfeng only had time to let out a exclamation, the ice sword was already hanging on her neck, and Yao Yue clasped her wrist tightly with her backhand.

Then a beam of fire fell from the sky.

The blue bird exclaimed, "Madam!"

There was a chirping sound in the air, as if fine raindrops were falling on the face. The blue bird opened its eyes tremblingly, and the water vapor floated in the air, rising one after another, and gradually faded away.

A golden dragon coils around Mingfeng.

The blow just now was delivered by Mrs. Zhaorong in the carriage.

She actually didn't care about her biological daughter Mingfeng at all.

Yao Yue turned back into a human body and was about to let go of Ming Feng, but Ming Feng fell back, maybe because she was overly frightened or something, and fell into Yao Yue's arms who backed away.

Before Yao Yue could put down the ice sword, Ming Feng touched it and instantly cut Ming Feng's snow-white neck.

The blood seeped out instantly, and soon it was stained through the front of Mingfeng's green clothes.

Yao Yue's face turned pale, she didn't really want to do anything to Ming Feng.

The nightmare of Mingyu falling under her sword five hundred years ago was repeated before his eyes at this moment.

Her hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

The dissatisfied voice of the black dragon spirit sounded, "Tu Zhaorong, do you still think this is Qingqiu? I think you are a widow, please bear with me, but you are so aggressive. It is said that the Red Fox Clan of Qingqiu Fox Clan is cold-blooded and murderous, but now it seems

Come on, you really live up to your name. You just killed your son, and now you don’t even care about your daughter. I’m afraid your Nine-tailed Fox Clan will be defeated at your hands!"

Tu Zhaorong paused the small fan in his palm and half-squinted his water-colored eyes, "If she can't even avoid this, how can the Nine-tailed Fox Clan expect her to rise? It's better to die than to be such a coward. Our Red Fox Clan doesn't have such a waste."

The voice was cold, with a hint of ridicule.

Yao Yue's trembling hand was suddenly supported by someone, and a thin voice came to her ears, "Ah Yue, stab me with your sword."

That was Mingfeng's voice.

Yao Yue's eyes fell on Ming Feng's increasingly pale profile. Although the wound on her neck was not big, if it continued like this for a long time, it would probably be life-threatening.

"Hurry up! If you want to save Mingyu, hurry up!"

Hearing Mingyu's name, Yao Yue was startled, and his trembling hands regained their composure.

"Since Mrs. Zhaorong said so, I will clean up the family for you. Anyway, you killed my husband, and now I kill one of your daughters. It doesn't matter."

Yao Yue raised her face, her eyes fixed on Mrs. Zhaorong's indifferent face, and pushed Mingfeng back.

There was a pop, the sound of the ice sword piercing the body, and Mingfeng made a muffled sound.

Mrs. Zhaorong's face was like ice and snow, and her red hair was like fire, as if it was about to burn.

Mingfeng, I am sorry for you.

Yao Yue's heart ached, but the expression on her face became more and more indifferent.

She clenched the ice sword in her palm and pulled it hard. Blood instantly burst out, drawing an arc in the air and splashing on the ground.

Mingfeng's body fell softly.

Yao Yue stood next to Mingfeng's body, watching her curl up in pain.

The fine snowflakes that had just splashed on the ice slowly floated up from the ground.

The small fan in Mrs. Zhaorong's hand suddenly closed, her eyes gradually filled with bright red blood, and she shouted angrily in a cold voice, "Mingfeng, you are seeking death!"

She raised her delicate hand, and the small fan she threw down instantly turned into a fireball and struck towards Mingfeng.

Without thinking, Yao Yue rushed over and blocked the fireball with her body.

The blood immediately surged in his chest. Yao Yue, who practiced water spirit, couldn't bear it and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Chapter completed!