Chapter 53

In the golden palace, there was peace, strange calm and turbulent ups and downs.

Lesu shrugged off the blood on her hand, frowned in disgust, and pursed her lips, like an unhappy innocent little girl who was made to wear a beautiful skirt, "dirty."

But Hu gently put Wan Qing in his arms on the ground, lovingly picked up the dead baby, which was full of blood, and slowly put it in Wan Qing's arms like a rare treasure. It looked like their mother and son were asleep, if there was no red blood.

But Hu obstinately looked at Wanqing's eyes gradually covered with red blood, like crazy, red frightening. Word by word, but as if the drama hate like: "yuan! Qi! Son! Mulberry But Hu slowly raised his head, the crazy killing in his eyes was locked on lesu, and his silver teeth were crushed: "I want you! To their mother and son, to be buried with them

But Hu Huoran got up and took out the sword he had worn for many years. The blade cuts through the air and makes a harsh and creepy sound. The blade is cold and bloodthirsty, showing a faint luster on lesu's beautiful face. Lesu's indifferent smile eyes were set off to shine, but it was particularly frightening.

"You?" Lesu couldn't smile. Looking at the green tendons, lesu only felt that he was pitiful and ridiculous. She waved her hand pointlessly, bringing out a string of blood. Tingting turned around: "I've been dreaming of children with my own surname all my life. Except for the Yuanqi family, you can't have another baby. "

But Hu is very angry and shakes his hand to stab lesu. Lesu looks down at the sword stabbed from his heart. The blood in his heart is hanging on it. It drips down the edge of the sword.

"Tick, tick" echoes the sound of blood of lesu falling down the peak in the hall, clear but depressing. I can't believe it. I can't believe it.

"Hehe, hehe." The moment the sword pulls away from lesu's heart, lesu's throat sends out a creepy syllable. Lesu slowly turns around and doesn't wait to stand firm. But Hu wipes another sword on lesu's neck. A neat crack appears in her delicate skin like a smooth satin, and blood winds down her slender neck.

"Want to kill me?" The voice, lonely and bleak, is like the footnotes of an empty valley.

"Not enough, it's really cheap for you." Quite some crazy voices rang out in the hall, words straight to people's minds: "you can't survive alone, you can't die."

Voice fall, is the sword across the air, cut the sound of muscle, blood into the flow of note, "I want you alone, thousands of cuts!" Lesu didn't expect Hu to be so crazy. Let the sword cut the skin and flesh, showing the white bones. Lesu ignored the pain.

As the skin and flesh grow together at the speed visible to the naked eye, Hu Yijian waves to lesu again. A good golden tassel skirt has been cut into rags by kehu's crazy and disorganized sword. It's unbearable to hang on lesu's body. The broken parts of her dress are all white bones and fresh flesh. It's creeping and long. It looks very creepy.

"You monster, you look so disgusting!" But Hu used the most hurtful words to stimulate lesu. The smell of blood in the air was disgusting, and lesu slowly absorbed it.

Lesu smelled the blood in the air. With kehu's sword cutting his skin, lesu's smiling face slowly became gloomy and frightening. The sound of a sword cutting through the skin and flesh in the air, the sound of blood dripping on the ground, set off the mountain rain.

"Then let's compare and see if you and I will die first or you can die first!" Lesu became more bloodthirsty and cruel. With the injury of kehu's sword, he held the dagger that cut Wanqing's abdomen and cut off the umbilical cord of the fetus. The blood on it was still wet.

Lesu walks to kehu step by step, grabs kehu's wrist and cuts off kehu's hand. Kehu is in pain. Once his hand is loose, he has no strength The sword fell and hit the ground. The timid maid in waiting had been scared to death by the sight of Yimu.

Can Hu palm injury, fearless look to lesu, "you'd better kill me!" Lesu did not say, "you might as well kill me!" But Hu Mu canthus want to crack, roar, the appearance of madness, let a person especially give birth to a trace of pity.

I don't know when the servant who still has a trace of reason runs to inform Zifu Ziyang. When they hear the news, they see blood all over the ground. Lesu seems to have become a bloody man and looks ferocious. On the ground lay the corpse of Wan Qing and a baby covered with blood, but a striking wound in Wan Qing's abdomen turned outward, and there was no breath.

On the ground, there were several palace maids who had been scared to faint. In front of them lay a sword full of blood. But lesu is pushing to kehu step by step. Kehu is drooping his right hand. Looking at the past, his tendons are broken.

Zifu Ziyang sees this and doesn't care about anything else. He goes up in a hurry to stop lesu and separate them. Lesu is blocked by others and becomes more and more crazy. "Let go of me!" Lesu roared, "those who block our palace will die!"

Lesu's fierce struggle makes Zifu have to hold lesu more tightly. The blood is covered with Zifu's crescent white robe, which looks very shocking. Slowly long wound was soft satin friction, pain stimulated lesu, lesu became more and more crazy.

Ziyang hurriedly comes forward and picks up the gift of lesu for Wanqing. Ziyang knows that it's lesu's blood and turns to kehu. But Hu turned around and refused. Ziyang said helplessly, "my son has offended me." Then he subdued kehu, who was injured, holding kehu's mouth and pouring lesu's blood into kehu's mouth.The smell of rust is full of kehu's senses, which makes kehu feel soft and sour. When Ziyang's small plate of blood is poured down, kehu falls to the ground and looks at Wanqing's dead body in despair.

Here also echoed the roar of lesu: "let go of this palace!" Zifu is very angry. He slaps lesu on the side of the head. It seems that he has accumulated enough disappointment. Zifu, who has always been warm, has exhausted his strength. There is a little blood flowing from the corner of lesu's mouth: "what's the point you're going to make?"

Lesu doesn't answer. At this time, Qian Sangsang wakes up from the chaotic world and occupies lesu's body completely without thinking. For a moment, the pain all over the world is overwhelming. The pain seems to drown Qian Sangsang. Is lesu suffering so much?

As soon as Qian Sangsang's spiritual consciousness recovered, lesu's body came back with this terrible pain. Qian Sangsang could not help asking Zifu for help again. His eyes were sad: "help me."

Zifu Ziyang was stunned. He didn't expect that the people in front of him had such a big change. For a moment, he couldn't reflect what the people in his arms wanted to do. At the same time, he heard Qian Sangsang plead bitterly: "brother, it hurts. Help me, help me. " My heart immediately softened.