Chapter 110： Emperor Shi (50)

He stretched out his hand to hug Shen Qingjue, hugged him horizontally, placed him gently on the couch, and helped him to cover the quilt properly.

Chu Yanhuan treated him as if he was still alive.

After that, the young empress took the sword hanging beside her and walked down the white marble steps step by step.

The assassin was also held on the ground by the Janissaries, waiting for disposal.

Chu Yanhuan stood in front of her, waving the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand.

There was a gloomy chill on the female emperor’s expressionless face. She picked the female assassin’s chin with a sword and asked: "Why are you assassinating me?"

The tone was sly and curious, and it made people shudder to listen carefully.

No one doubted that this tyrannical young emperor wanted to stab him.

The female assassin stared at Chu Yanhuan, and she cursed: "Emperor Dog, who asked you to lock down the city, do you know... My parents died in it because of your order to lock down the city!"

Then she pretended to be the assistant of the imperial physician and entered the palace, trying to assassinate Chu Yanhuan.

Heard this.

The empress laughed, she almost couldn't straighten her waist, the laughter was almost crazy, with a little sadness.

Take a look, take a look.

This is the people she wants to save at all costs.

Now he pointed the knife at her?

How ridiculous?

She killed Shen Qingjue, she killed Shen Qingjue... These words echoed in Chu Yanhuan's mind like a curse.

The empress gradually put away her smile, her delicate snow-white face was expressionless, her voice in this huge palace was a bit gloomy.

"Drag her to me."

"I will personally cut her out."

...

In the jail this night, screams continued to sound.

The aloof Empress killed a person herself for the first time.

One knife at a time, the knife goes into the bone.

It was abruptly that she finally died.

The blood flowed almost all over the place, lining the pale and depressive cell, and the extreme collision of sorrowful and treacherousness, like the blooming of Manzhushahua, exuding the beauty of death.

after that.

Chu Yanhuan washed his hands many times, until the slender and white hands were clean again and not stained with dust.

How could she be willing to touch him with her dirty hands.

Lifting her slender fingers, she slowly touched Prime Minister Xueyi's beautiful face, and the empress's eyebrows were strangely tender.

"Little brother, don't be afraid, we will see you again soon..."

Hearing this, the system in the space was stunned: [Fuck, what's the situation, the host knows that Shen Qingjue is Lord Tiandao? 】

Then it watched Chu Yanhuan lift up those slender jade hands.

Flicking her fingers, she gradually formed a complicated palm print, and the bright white light of stars and lights lingered around her.

The girl's expressionless face, her dark pupils were as delicate as ink.

The world almost fell apart and then returned to its original state.

Even the system in the space felt a tearing sensation, which was an oppressive force from the depths of the soul.

The light group almost screamed, and the hair exploded. [Host, what are you doing? Stop, are you crazy! 】

Isn't it crazy?

Chu Yanhuan was using the power of the Fallen God, such a terrifying power overwhelming the sky and destroying almost everything.

suddenly.

The girl bent over, covered her chest with her hand, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

This body couldn't bear her own power.

Chu Yanhuan murmured, "Why, why is this happening?"

"Why can't I find his soul?"

Chu Yanhuan nearly collapsed, blood was constantly overflowing from the corners of his pale lips, but his dark eyes were dimmed at this moment, and there was no longer the previous stars shining.

"Isn't he a human being, he enters the six realms of reincarnation after death, why can't I find him, why? This is impossible?"

Chu Yanhuan was almost hysterical.

Until a pair of delicate and slender hands held her shoulders.

These hands are extremely beautiful, just by looking at the hands, you can see how magnificent its owner is.

"Calm down, Fu Yue."

The low-magnetic and cold voice seems to contain the long-distance of the law of the great road, and it is very pleasant to hear.