Chapter 402

Ouch, two months? He hurried forward to hold her and said in a good voice, "the imperial concubine should hurry back to the palace and rest. This is not the place where the imperial concubine can come!" if there is a child in her belly for two months, it's precious!

Ouyang's afterglow swept over the imperial concubine, and his eyes narrowed fiercely. Two months? Joke! He hasn't touched anyone in the harem. Where did he come from these two months?

"Prince Hongmeng, it seems that the palace has to congratulate you on being a father emperor." a touch of ridicule was raised on the corner of his lips. Looking at this expression, it doesn't seem like the joy of being a father emperor. It's really hard to say, this child.

The smoke was completely emitted. The three stood in a mess. They looked at Ouyang fire with sharp eyes. The heavenly king in the middle nodded and laughed. The laughter went straight into the nine days, and Lang Lang went to his ears: "ha ha ha, good, very good, can force our three kings!"

As soon as the fire in the heavenly king's hand was raised, it waved away towards the distance of the palace. As soon as Ouyang fire raised his sword, he rowed towards the heavenly fire. The sword went sideways, and the sword Qi was like a rainbow. The thick internal force between clouds and flowing water filled this side.

The leader of the imperial forest Army stood beside the shadow and whispered, "Lord shadow guard, these three people are too rude. It's better to reward a thousand arrows through the heart!"

The shadow coldly glanced at the leader of the imperial forest army, took the sword in his hand and hit the land king who controlled the animals with sound. Naturally, the remaining one was left to the wind. With poison, song Ning Yu's body constitution is very strange. He takes out Gong Zilin's sword and rushes out.

Gong Zilin grabbed the sword in her hand and said, "watch the change."

At this time, they didn't have to do it. The black shadow in the Imperial Palace was like a low cloud. Seven people surrounded the king with poison. That was Ouyang Huo's famous array, seven kill array.

Song Ningyu almost died in the hands of the seven kill array last time if she didn't do it purely!

Song Ningyu tilted her eyes and looked excited in July. She raised her eyebrows and said, "go back and settle with you again." she winked at July secretly. If you can't understand it at this time, it can only show that you have been with song Ningyu for so many years.

In July, the figure quickly disappeared in the large area of the imperial forest army. The yellow and green Parthenocissus climbing on the palace wall fell off the wall, emitting a strong disgusting smell.

The two kings in the crowd drew against Ouyang Huo reluctantly. The shadow guard and the seven kill array fought against the man king who used poison. The blue flame and cyan poison fog made his eyes full of colors.

Boom!

The blue flame overflowed and fell on the jade tiles of the palace in the distance. The palace lit a blue flame in an instant. The maid Eunuch in the distance was in chaos with a bucket.

On the top floor of a tallest attic in Chang'an City, a touch of pure white clothes appeared a little bleak in the autumn wind. The man in Phnom Penh ink robe sat on the big chair and looked coldly at the imperial palace with fire everywhere. The stench and poison gas can be felt here from a distance.

"The three kings are just a straw bag, not even me. It's a joke that Wang Zun asked them to invite the princess back." Mu Ran's tone didn't fluctuate. With a cup of tea in his hand, he looked obliquely at the palace of Chang'an City, which was bustling with life and death, and his lips aroused a cold smile.

"The three kings, five emperors and seven dignitaries are the most important, but they are only in Huangdao." Chunsu stood with his hands down, and his eyes fell on the smoky imperial palace. Not only him, but the whole people of Chang'an City were paying attention to the affairs of the imperial palace. The debate was silent and looked at the smoke rising from the imperial palace.

"I said, high priest, when are you going to worry about her?"

"You don't understand." the slight sigh echoed gently in the autumn wind, and the cold wind blew the curtain yarn. It was like a dream and fantasy. You can't tell the true from the false. The soft and cold eyes under the mackerel gauze are unforgettable.

"It's almost time. I'll go first. Don't let Hongmeng's people clean up the three wastes at that time. That's a big loss!" Mo Qilin threw tea and sat on the lotus chair. Four men in black stood in the four sides of the big chair, carrying the chairs and rushed towards the beautiful and solemn palace hidden in the thick smoke.

Chunsu took the wine cup and emptied it. The woman in white on the side filled it for him.

The black hair on the other end of Ouyang's fire turned red. There was absolute anger in the pair of red sons. The sword in his hand was more and more fierce and faster. He was originally dressed in a purple and gold Xi robe. He was very happy. Now the red robe was burned in a mess under the blue light of the fire, and the smell of burning red long hair was scattered in the air.

Gong Zilin and song Ningyu stood shoulder to shoulder. Their wide sleeves fit together. No one found that under the wide sleeves, the two people wanted to hold hands tightly. This move is really cruel.

Mo Qilin's words almost answered. The three kings almost didn't die in Ouyang Huo's hands. When Mo Qilin arrived, the three people had only half a breath left. The palace was almost destroyed and burned. The corpses on the ground couldn't bear to look straight at it. The whole palace exuded a strong smell of disgusting.

"Too horrible to look at the three princesses," said Wang Zun, who was sent by four men. The lotus chair was lifted up by the sky, and stood down in the air. The king was surrounded by seven killed men. There was no one on the upper face, and there were wounded wounds of his own hand, and the wounds of the enemy's hands were all in pieces.

Song Ningyu raised her eyebrows. This one's momentum is much stronger than the three. However, why does aunt Mo say that Mo Qilin is the lowest one under Wang Zun?

How could it be better to see her cold eyes almost freeze people to death? The cold voice was like the melting water in winter. The dark robes rose in the wind and looked at Song Ningyu. The corners of her lips hooked a strange arc, and her eyes crossed Gong Zilin's face beside her.

Ouyang Huo was full of strong murderous spirit. When he looked at the three kings, he held a long sword dripping blood slowly downward and fell to the heart of the poisoned king without a pause.

Mo Qilin opened Ouyang Huo's long sword with one hand and said coldly, "these three people, I want to take them away." with one hand raised, the four people carrying the big chair came straight at the three kings.

The fire in Ouyang Huo's heart hasn't melted yet. Leng hum: "destroy the lonely palace and want to leave alive? Nonsense!"

Song Ningyu smoked at the corner of her mouth. At this time, she still didn't forget the exquisite and luxurious palace. Her eyes swept around. The palace was badly destroyed. There was a strong smell of corpse decay in the palace. There was no intact palace. Fire and thick smoke spread and went wild in the palace!

"Mo Qilin, Mo Qilin, save me!"

"Old poison, you can't be more promising!"

"If you keep the green mountains, you're not afraid of no firewood. What do you know about burning a fire!"