Chapter 1773

In order to avoid the panic, Zhao wansi fled to the palace by mistake.

And the two people in the field did not disappoint her. They worked hard to consume each other's fighting power. They were merciless.

Even the two masters, month by month and Ouyang Huajing, let them do it by themselves. It was only a short time. All kinds of changes happened frequently.

Just thinking about what kind of moth this pair of hard-working mandarin ducks can play with, Zhao Wanxi finds that even if she is injured, she doesn't plan to rest month by month. The next second she stabilizes her body, her eyes burst out with murderous anger.

The eye color is also a little red, eyes over Ouyang Huajing, staring at somewhere behind her, look cold.

Following his eyes, Zhao Wanxi found that the person standing there was the old maid who had appeared before.

She was still holding a bright yellow swaddling cloth in her arms, comforting the child.

I look like this month after month. Do you want to

In order to verify Zhao Wanxi's incredible conjecture, she saw the moon move.

It's still as crisp as before when I started with Ouyang shengqian, even faster. I dodged and moved towards the old maid of honor, and She swaddled away in her arms.

At that moment, Zhao Wanxi's heart with each other's action, inexplicably tight.

As a mother, it's hard to avoid being soft hearted and seeing through the intention of every month. The first thought in Zhao Wanxi's mind is that the child is innocent. As a decent man, how can he vent his anger on a child?

In contrast, Ouyang Huajing's response was more intense, saying "month by month!" As soon as he was out of the door, he saw that the people who rushed past had already moved their hands.

The hand with the software is raised high, and the internal force is condensed. It is suddenly cut down. Under the pressure of powerful sword Qi, people can't even open their eyes.

This time, there was no one to stop. It was too late for the old maid to realize that it was wrong.

Such a strike, even across such a long distance, Zhao Wanxi thought that she could not escape safely, let alone an old palace maid with no arms?

Can only squint, Lengzheng ground rigid there, even the baby in the arms are no longer care to coax, let him cry.

Clear baby cry, that is to say, only two or three rings, then suddenly stopped.

Almost at the same time when the crying stopped, a blood line penetrated into the old maid's forehead.

Then it was like the river broke the dike, all the way down over the nose and chest, also affected the baby in his arms.

The best brocade swaddling cloth was hurt by the sword Qi and split into two parts. There was blood gradually oozing out, and the bright yellow color was stained with stains.

With a flash in her eyes, Ouyang Huajing only felt a buzzing sound in her mind. She staggered and ran to them. Before reaching them with her arms, the old maid of honor kept holding the baby and fell to the ground.

At the moment of falling, the last bit of strength was completely exhausted. The swaddling clothes in my arms fell out and rolled several times on the ground. The child inside fell out and was cut off by the waist.

Between a few breath, he was still a healthy little life who could laugh and make noise, but in the blink of an eye, he became a cold corpse.

This move month by month is not only cruel and bloody, but also inhumane. Looking at it in a daze, Ouyang Huajing seems to have been frozen for a long time.

It was only after the death of the old maid in waiting for her eyes that she suddenly regained her consciousness and turned her head to glare at every month.

"Are you crazy? What is this for?! He's your son. "

"My son? Ah... "

It's better not to mention this. It's the result of deliberately playing tricks, but it has to be true. Ouyang Huajing's words are undoubtedly self humiliating.

After being ridiculed month by month, she realized that she was speechless.

Even so, month by month also did not let her, the mouth is mercilessly exposed.

"Every month, when did I have a son? I don't know?

I only know that the child with my blood is a daughter who was dismembered in the palace an hour ago!

Ouyang Huajing, I'm curious. Compared with him, the baby girl's death is more miserable. Have you ever felt so sad? "

As he spoke, he raised his finger and landed on the ground. The baby boy, who was killed by his sword, looked calm, but in fact he was full of turbulent waves.

Finally, she did not dare to look him in the eye again. After hearing the words, Ouyang Huajing's body trembled violently. She fell down and sat on the ground.

This box of Zhao Wanxi listening to the information revealed in the monthly discourse, the bottom of her heart shocked, also to the point of no more.

The jade pendant of auspicious animal, which was still held in the hand, was inexplicably hot.

Zhao Wanxi paid little attention to other situations on the scene. At the moment, all the babies could not escape the disaster. She couldn't bear to see it again. She just turned her eyes.It doesn't matter. When we see the situation clearly, we can't help but be shocked.

There are endless grudges among the masters, and the people under their hands are not idle. It is just such a short time that the situation has shown a one-sided posture.

Although it does not seem to have much advantage in quantity, Ouyang shengqian's group of people in black are obviously better in terms of strength.

The palace bodyguards, who were controlled month by month, seemed to have a lot of Wu Yang and Wu Yang, but they also took the lead. As a result, they really did it. They were embroidered pillows.

Only half an hour later, hundreds of people were slaughtered, and the dark red blood soon gathered the open space in front of the hall into a river.

In the moment that Zhao Wanxi noticed, only a few of the tenacious resistance were solved.

The court guards, who were either dead or disabled and still panting, had no fighting power. Seeing that the dispute was coming to an end, Zhao Wanxi looked regretful.

Of course, this regret does not come from not seeing a few more people die, but from the awareness of the combat effectiveness month by month Some of them are too weak.

Looking at the previous battle, I thought I could at least maintain a level for a while.

Obviously, this situation was unexpected month by month. After a glance, his face soon became very ugly.

The next second, he rushed into the fight with his sword. In an instant, he was surrounded by dozens of people in black.

The so-called two fists are hard to beat four hands. No matter how good his martial arts are, he can't help being beaten by others.