Reborn Miss Against Heaven, she is beautiful and sassy

Chapter 117 Goodbye Ome!

On another path in front of the bronze door, an old man with white beard and hair came out with a cane.

The eyes of the snake-headed crutch were glowing green, as if it was inlaid with some gemstones.

Seeing this person's pretty face, Yuwen Sihuang turned pale instantly, biting her lip and dared not speak out to argue.

"Traitor! Since you entered the mausoleum, bandits have entered the imperial mausoleum twice, and you brought bandits here! How could my Yuwen family have a traitor like you!"

Yu Wenqian's voice was stern, with unspeakable anger.

"Old patriarch, Sihuang knows it's wrong, I implore the old patriarch not to implicate my family!"

Yuwen Sihuang's pretty face turned pale, she knew that she could no longer justify her behavior today, and with the person who broke into the mausoleum not long ago, she violated an unknown number of family rules.

She herself is not afraid of family rules, but she is afraid of implicating her family.

"You have a good idea. How can it be possible if you don't involve your family!"

Yu Wenqiao is still stubborn, in his heart family rules and laws are greater than the sky!

Yuwen Sihuang has a special status in the Yuwen family, and is the one who guards the tomb of the ancestors. If he makes a mistake, how many members of the clan will be shocked.

Yuwen owed also knew that she couldn't be sentenced to death, so he just took a deep breath: "You kill yourself!"

Yuwen Sihuang trembled slightly, her pale cheeks were filled with unspeakable heartbreak, she knew that her end would not be good, she just wanted to beg to let her family members go.

Looking at the sad look on her face, Yu Wenqiao slowly closed his eyes, his voice hoarse: "You have an extraordinary status in the family, I will give you a reason, and I will make proper arrangements for your family!"

Yuwen Sihuang smiled lightly, sadly.

Blame it, blame her for not being born in Yuwen's family, not being chosen to be Yuwen Sihuang!

Yu Wenqiao threw out a knife, the knife was hardened with poison, as long as it touched the skin, no matter whether Yuwen Sihuang was ruthless or not, he would be poisoned to death.

Yuwen Sihuang picked up the knife and wiped it on his neck without hesitation, a tear fell unconsciously from the corner of his eye.

If there is an afterlife, she would rather not become Yuwen Sihuang herself, but also want to be a carefree girl.

The expected pain did not come, Yuwen Sihuang opened her eyes, and saw a spear point blocking her blade.

The owner of the Butterfly Dance Spear, Su Wanqiu's face was as cold as ice at this moment, and the memories of the past just at that moment kept flooding into her mind.

In the past, Yu Wenlian knelt in front of her and begged to commit suicide.

Today, her descendants stand before her begging to commit suicide.

"My whole life, I really owe your family!"

Su Wanqiu squeezed out such a sentence, then lifted the dagger flying, stretched out a hand and landed in front of her.

"If you just accept your fate like this, go to die now, if you don't want to accept your fate, just follow me!"

Although the words were not the same, Su Wanqiu still felt a bit sour.

Yu Wenlian, oh Yuwen Lian, the king saved you in the past, and now I want this king to save your descendants.

do i really owe you
Yuwen Sihuang was trembling, and the tears in her eyes could not be concealed.

She handed over her own hands and entrusted her fate to the hands of others. Even though this person had saved her ancestors, he also saved her today.

Maybe, she is the real Lieyang of the Yuwen family?
"Yuwen family, what a majesty!"

Su Wanqiu dragged Yuwen Sihuang behind her, without any emotion in her eyes.

She hates pedantic and stubborn people the most in her life, and Yu Wenqiao completely stepped on her trap!
"For outsiders to break into the forbidden area of ​​my Yuwen house, the only thing they can do is die!"

Yuwen probably didn't ask her about her identity, he just remembered that anyone who broke into the forbidden area deserved to die!

Completely forget that there is a second half of this ancestral motto!

Only Su Wanqiu can enter!

"What a Yuwen family, Yu Wenlian dare not say that in front of me! Even her father, Yu Wenhe, still dare not make noise in front of me, what are you?"

The corners of Su Wanqiu's lips curled slightly, her words were full of her confidence and freedom.

In the past, she used the might of the Nihuang Guard to overwhelm the world. Bei Zhou was beaten by her to marry her daughter in order to survive. She was just a piece of incense from the Yuwen family, so how could she be able to suppress her?

This sentence is domineering in front of others, but it is a different scene in Yuwen's ears.

"You, who are you! Why do you know the ancestor's surname?"

Yuwen took a step forward, the snake-headed crutch with a dim light.

"Want to fight with me? Are you worthy?"

Su Wanqiu's red lips were slightly hooked, Die Wu spear leaned behind her, her piercing cold gaze made people daunting.

Being ignored, Yu Wenqiao became furious and yelled: "What a little bitch/person, if I don't kill you today, I, Yu Wenqiao, swear not to be human!"

He picked up the snake-headed crutch, his two dark green eyes suddenly changed, and needles that were hard to discern with the naked eye flew towards Su Wanqiu.

She only took out the fireproof cloth, and put all of them in with a wave of her sleeves.

Yu Wenqiu's gaze became darker and darker, and he started to use his strength to prepare for a life-and-death struggle with Su Wanqiu.

At this moment, the bronze door that had not been moved for a thousand years suddenly opened.

A thin figure walked out of it, holding a silver gun that was like white jade and glass in his hand.

She ignored the shock of others, her eyes fixed on Su Wanqiu.

At that moment, thousands of years of waiting, unwillingness, and joy all turned into a gaze.

She knelt down on her knees, and greeted the king she had been waiting for thousands of years!
"My lord, Qingmei is late!"

(End of this chapter)