Aunt Shui narrowed her turbid eyes, feeling that this little bastard exuded an evil spirit from the inside out and did not look like a normal child.
"The prince is here."
At this moment, Feng Qianmo entered the palace with a smile, "Can you let my prince's daughter go?"
He emphasized the word 'daughter' very seriously. It was not easy to take advantage of his ancestors.
Ye Nanyin heard that he called it that on purpose.
Young people are quite vindictive.
When Concubine Zhao saw him coming, she looked happy and said, "Feng Qianmo, I order you to destroy your cultivation and spiritual veins, otherwise, I will kill this little bastard."
As long as Feng Qianmo becomes a useless person, the position of prince will definitely belong to Hao'er.
"So serious? Then kill her." Feng Qianmo turned around and was about to leave, not following the routine at all!
Concubine Zhao panicked, "Stop, you... aren't you here to save your daughter?"
"Yes!" Feng Qianmo's tone was nonchalant, "But if I give up my spiritual practice and my future for her, I would be very sorry for the cultivation of my ancestors!"
Ye Nanyin understood that Feng Qianmo was not here to save her, but for excitement.
Young people are just not calm enough.
Concubine Zhao was distraught by his attitude and gritted her teeth, "Then you hand over your position as Crown Prince and make way for Qian Hao."
Feng Qianmo fell silent, and the air seemed to freeze for an instant. Concubine Zhao's eyes were fixed on him, as if she was afraid that he would run away.
Aunt Shui also tightened her grip on Ye Nanyin's clothes and stared at Feng Qianmo for a moment. Her dry lips were pressed tightly, her head lowered, letting her messy hair cover her old face.
What surprised Ye Nanyin even more was that she seemed to see admiration in the eyes of this girl, Aunty Yin!
Interesting!
"You should kill her. I don't want to give up my throne." After pondering for a long time, Feng Qianmo finally spoke up, "After all, I am a person cultivated by my ancestors."
"..." Ye Nanyin rolled her eyes to the sky, she knew it!
Concubine Zhao had a heart attack, "Feng Qianmo, are you crazy? You keep saying sorry for your ancestors' cultivation. Where are your ancestors? Let her come out and show me!"
Feng Qianmo ignored her, but turned to look at Ye Nanyin, half-smiling but not smiling: "Ancestor! You're not really waiting for me to save you, are you?"
Ye Nanyin was also quite uncomfortable when someone grabbed her clothes.
"Feng Qianmo, let me ask you, can I kill them directly?" She shook her little wrist and made a crisp, muffled sound. She hadn't done anything with anyone for so long that her bones were stiff.
"Crazy! Crazy! Feng Qianmo, you must be crazy? You actually call your daughter ancestor?"
Concubine Zhao reacted, her eyes full of horror and disbelief.
Aunt Shui was also stunned for a moment, and then she clenched the skirt of her clothes more and more fiercely. The back of her hand felt a stinging pain. When she looked down, she saw a vine full of thorns wrapped around her dry hand, and the thorns on it were deeply rooted.
It pierced the back of her hand.
"Hiss..." She let go in pain, and saw that the vines grew rapidly, entangled Ye Nanyin, and gently placed her on the main seat in the center of the hall.
The sudden change made both Aunt Shui and Concubine Zhao dumbfounded.
This is a little girl who looks to be only four or five years old. How could she suddenly burst out with such great strength?
Ye Nanyin half-sat on the huge chair with her little feet raised, like a king looking down on the world, watching the vines below tightly entangled Concubine Zhao and Aunt Shui.
Feng Qianmo was stunned when she saw her skillful and powerful wood-type spiritual training. There seemed to be a very strong sense of oppression in the air, saying, she! She has become stronger again!
And it's more than just two realms of strength.
He seemed to see the faint golden light flowing on the vines. She... had entered the spiritual realm!?
"Feng Qianmo, what am I asking you? Why are you so confused? Should I kill them directly or leave them to you?"
"Ah... little bastard, let me go. I am a noble concubine of the Dragon and Phoenix Empire. He is a prince, but he still wants to deal with me! I'm dreaming!" Concubine Zhao broke down and cried. She felt that her internal organs ached.
The strong pressure made her breathless.
Aunt Shui had a cold, old face. Although she was a bit oppressed, she could still bear it with her cultivation.
Ye Nanyin raised her eyebrows after listening to Concubine Zhao's words, "Isn't it right? Feng Qianmo can't even deal with a concubine? How did you become the prince? Watch, our ancestors will help you kill her."
As soon as she finished speaking, slender vines sprouted from the ground and stabbed fiercely from Concubine Zhao's back.
"Uh..." Concubine Zhao whimpered, lost her breath, and was thrown to the ground by Ye Nanyin like trash.
If she can raise a trash son like Feng Qianhao who doesn't respect women, she is a cancer.
Living will only harm more girls.
"Mother, what's going on? Why is it so noisy!"
At this moment, Feng Qianhao walked out of the back room with sleepy eyes, filled with the aura of lustful tiredness behind the warm and fragrant soft jade.
His eyes widened when he saw the bloody scene in front of him, and he rushed to Concubine Zhao's side while resisting the pressure.
"Queen Mother, what's wrong with you, Queen Mother? Wake up, Queen Mother! Ah..."
He cried loudly and looked horrified. His mother was dead!
who is it?
In a blink of an eye, he saw Feng Qianmo standing at the door.
"Feng Qianmo, it's you! It's you who killed my mother! I'm going to complain to my father, you are so cruel... uh..."
Before he could finish his harsh words, a thorny vine tightly wrapped around his waist, causing him to groan in pain.
"Since you are so reluctant to part with your mother, you should die with her!"
The childish little voice was filled with a strong evil spirit, and as soon as he finished speaking, he died just like his mother, even the position where the vine penetrated the back of his heart was exactly the same.
"..." This was the first time Feng Qianmo saw her looking so cruel, and he didn't know how to stop her.
That's all! Let's think about how to deal with these two dead people.
How should the father explain it?
Concubine Zhao is the daughter of the former prime minister. Although she has a large family, she has no useful talents. Most of the descendants of the Zhao family are addicted to women. They are a rabble, so it is not too difficult to destroy!
But...it's strange, why didn't she kill the nanny who grabbed her?
At this time, Aunt Shui was no longer calm. She looked at the corpses of the mother and son on the ground with horrified eyes. She couldn't believe that she killed them so decisively.
"Are you taking off your disguise yourself, or should I help you?" Among the three of them, Ye Nanyin was only very interested in Aunt Shui.
She didn't restrain Aunt Shui's hands. Although she couldn't break away from the vines with her cultivation, she still had the strength to take off her disguise.
"I..." Sister Shui bit her dry lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally found a vermilion pill and swallowed it.
Then the dry skin on her face seemed to be peeling off, falling off bit by bit, revealing her originally fair and snow-like skin, and the white flowers on her head also turned black and smooth in that moment.