Wu Xin saw the sword coming quickly, so he just closed his eyes tightly.
It's not because his skills are inferior to others, but because the person in front of him is her own mother, and he will never fight back.
The sword reached his neck, and it was cold. His throat slid unintentionally, but he heard a clanking sound in his ears.
"Mother, I don't want you to get hurt. Why, you and Hao'er both make me so sad. And it's all because of that woman. If I had known this, I should have ended them in Youran Valley!"
Rong Yue's bloodthirsty eyes were full of cruelty, she clenched her teeth and looked at Wu Xin with hatred.
She is so kind to a woman!
With a strong force on his palm, the bluestone tiles in the hall flew out several feet in an instant.
There was a clang.
Wu Xin fell down and laughed at herself. It turned out that she knew she was no longer Ming Qingyue.
As if hearing the funniest joke in the world, Wuxin raised his head and started laughing.
I have been a puppet all my life, but I still lost in the end, and I lost miserably.
"Your real name is Hua Wuyan, but why did my mother-in-law name you Wuxin? Wuxin is ruthless, my mother-in-law thought, if you enter the Sealing Fire Palace, you will have to break up your relationship. What kind of Young Master Haoyue, what kind of Young Master Wuxin, I
The majestic Master of Fenghuo Palace actually raised you two losers!!!"
Rong Yue seemed to be very disappointed, her eyelashes fluttered as she raised her eyebrows, and when she grabbed the several inches of armor deeply, all the gauze surrounding her was torn to pieces in an instant.
"Mother concubine, my son's surname is not 'Hua', nor is his gender 'Yi', my surname is 'Ming'!"
Wu Xin suddenly stood up, with a glint of tears in his eyes, and suddenly gritted his teeth, his eyes full of hatred.
"Mother concubine, this throne belongs to me, and I should take it for myself. Your position as queen mother will definitely not be given to others, because you are my biological mother, and it is your ambition to dominate the world. Okay,
Son, do it! If you want the Snow Emperor’s head, go get it, son. If you want the life of Emperor Yiguo’s uncle, fine, my son will go and destroy Yiguo. But the only thing is, don’t touch Xue’er, you dare to hurt her again.
If she tries, her son will never show mercy!"
Wu Xin made a fierce sound, and suddenly used his palm to push the sword away. The sword was like a flying snake, surrounding Rong Yue, and then with a whooshing sound, it suddenly stood upright on the bluestone.
It was fully half a meter deep, which showed that Wu Xin's skill was profound and definitely not inferior to Rong Yue's.
Seeing Wu Xin's back leaving without any nostalgia, Rong Yue smiled wildly, but with tears in her eyes.
"Okay, okay, this is my son, Yi Rongyue! Okay."
Rong Yue smiled bitterly, her throat too dry to say a word, but suddenly, the silver needle flew out of her hand and flew towards the window.
He broke in through a broken window, knocked down someone, and hurriedly begged for mercy.
"Palace Master, spare my life."
Bing Lei looked horrified and knelt on the ground, covering her injured arm.
Rong Yue just gave her a cold look and said, "Trash!"
Kowtowing again, Bing Lei hurriedly pulled out the silver needle and said, "Thank you Palace Master for not killing me." She knew very well that if Rong Yue had not been merciful, the needle would not be in her arm, but in the center of her eyebrows, and she would definitely die.
Already.
"What about the ten women you donated? When will they enter the palace?"
"You will be able to enter the palace soon. Palace Master, Bing Lei thinks that your assassination this time is really inappropriate. If you kill Duan Qinxue like this, won't you make Ming Qingyue unable to be found from now on, leaving hidden dangers?
He's just stupid, it doesn't mean he won't come back one day
Originally, Bing Lei thought that we might as well take advantage of the emptiness of the ten beauties entering the palace to relax the surveillance on Duan Qinxue, and she would take the initiative to find Ming Qingyue. When the time comes, we will catch them all, so why bother to be angry with the young master?