Mo Qingluo's threat was quite obvious and quite arrogant.
Everyone breathed softly unconsciously, and only Mo Qingluo dared to make such a blatant threat.
Su Luo's face became even more ugly. He gritted his teeth but didn't know what to say. His injuries had not yet recovered. If Mo Qingluo dared, he was no match for her now.
The black light on his chest flashed slightly, Su Luo clenched his fists, and heard Xia Houyu say: "Is it because Qing Luo rejects me so much because I didn't promise you at the beginning?"
Mo Qingluo turned her eyes and fixed her gaze slightly on Xia Houyu, "You?"
Without saying much, everyone understood what he wanted to express. Indeed, in the eyes of most people here, Xia Houyu was indeed not worthy of Mo Qingluo.
Xia Houyu wanted to say something else, but Shen Qi'an spoke directly, his gentle voice full of seriousness, "Did Brother Xiahou forget who was the person who followed Qing Luo like a dog?"
The corners of Tang Ling'er's mouth twitched slightly next to her. She had always known that Shen Qi'an had a dark belly, but she didn't expect that his mouth could be so vicious.
Xia Houyu suddenly turned his head and looked straight at Shen Qi'an, his figure flashed slightly, and the next moment he appeared directly not far from Tubei College.
"When you speak, you have to think about the consequences."
Xia Houyu's figure was so fast that few people present noticed his movements. Their eyes were fixed on Mo Qingluo's position, "Qingluo, why don't you tell me how Princess Murong died?"
As soon as Xia Houyu spoke, everyone present looked shocked.
Murong Ran is dead? Princess Murong is dead?
But there was no trace of panic on Mo Qingluo's delicate face, "Isn't Princess Murong with you? Isn't this what you should ask yourself?"
Xia Houyu moved slightly and stopped under the jade stairs. He looked up at Mo Qingluo with a familiar sinister and cunning expression, "That's why I want to ask Qingluo how Princess Murong died. .”
Mo Qingluo's phoenix eyes followed Xia Houyu's movements slightly, "To discuss this issue, why not discuss your true face?"
Hearing this, Xia Houyu's forward movement stopped slightly, and a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes, and then quickly disappeared, "What does Qing Luo mean?"
Mo Qingluo looked at Xia Houyu condescendingly, her red lips slightly parted, and said word by word: "I mean, let's explore your true face."
She glanced at Luo Zhongjue beside her. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have thought of this.
Xia Houyu's movements at this time were very similar to the two priests he met in the forest at that time.
Even though you are so young, you still have such a young body, and you are not ashamed.
Mo Qingluo's phoenix eyes flashed with a hint of ridicule, and she finally understood why she felt like she had known him the first time she saw him.
It wasn't that Xia Houyu was resurrected, but that there was someone else occupying Xia Houyu at this time.
The ancestor of the Xiahou family, Xiahou Qi!
I had long heard from my grandfather that if Xia Houqi didn't make any breakthroughs, his life span would be short. He never thought that he would actually target his great-grandson.
Hearing this, Xia Houyu narrowed his eyes, but he was no longer anxious, "I was just making a joke with Qing Luo, why should Qing Luo take it seriously."
"You know, the only one in this continent that I am most reluctant to go against is you, Qingluo."
Xia Houyu's words were like whispers between lovers, but there was a hint of coldness in his tone, making everyone shrink back unconsciously.