The devil concubine ghost vine is in hand, she doesn't raise it if it's not a beast

Mo Jinchu has been the next few decades, sitting firmly on the position of honor, she has always been the best at handling people's hearts after living in the world for a long time.

After some agitation, it easily aroused public anger.

"I don't know if you understand it, but I believe it anyway. Even Palace Master Nangong has come forward to testify. How can it be false?"

Thinking of all the things on the Huilan Bridge last night, everyone suddenly understood.

"So that's it! The man she is pestering is His Highness the Ninth Prince!"

"It's really shameless!"

"Bah! It's disgusting! Her face is enough to seduce everyone in the world, and I don't know how many men have hooked up with her to die for her. Fortunately, our Ninth Highness has seen through her tricks!"

"Besides, the emperor and the empress have all kinds of opportunities, so how could they slander a little girl out of thin air, this girl is definitely not a kind person!"

"Such a demon girl who has caused harm to the common people must not let her go!"

"Yes, she must be killed to seek justice for those who died in vain!"

"..."

For a while, the emotions of the people present were high, and everyone was like a law enforcement officer holding a scepter, trying to judge the source of the evil with hatred.

The eyes they looked at Shen Tangluo became indignant, completely like fearless warriors whose soul of justice had been ignited.

In the face of menacing verbal criticism, Shen Tangluo's cold peach blossom eyes were as lazy as ever.

The condemnation and attack that the empress and everyone hated deeply did not arouse the waves in her eyes at all.

She seems to be floating in the dust, independent of the world, and doesn't care about the eyes of the world.

After all, in her last life, she had experienced such an ordinary situation thousands of times.

Really, she has long been used to it.

Tired, tired.

Nothing new, irrelevant.

Shen Tangluo raised his eyes, his eyes slowly fell on Mo Jinchu's righteous face, and a slight sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It's a big show of framing and framing, and the tricks are not bad, but unfortunately... you are not qualified to judge the right and wrong of this young master."

However, before everyone could think about the deep meaning of her words, Shen Tangluo suddenly turned his gaze, and sneered at those who kept beating her.

"I would like to ask you all, if the emperor's words are not true, would you feel sorry for wronging an innocent person because you believed one side of the story today?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was stunned.

Immediately, there was a burst of laughter from the crowd, and someone shouted: "The empress will not wrong a good person for nothing!"

"Naturally, I won't let go of a vicious guy with blood on his hands!"

Hearing this, Shen Tangluo's heart suddenly understood, and he smiled with relief, "Forget it, you don't care what the truth is."

When Mo Jinchu saw the momentum, he silently curled the corners of his lips, "You witch, you are at the end of your rope, and you still dare to be rampant?"

She narrowed her eyes suddenly, waved the long sword in her hand, and ordered in a deep voice.

"Let's go together, catch her, today, I vow to use the blood of the demon girl to pay homage to the unjust dead soul!"

She can't wait to clean up this witch!

The night has many dreams, if she escapes, the loss outweighs the gain.

Regardless of whether it is successful or not, she will kill Shen Tang without a place to bury her!

Unexpectedly, just as Shence Yuwei approached Shen Tangluo with his sword, a burst of fury resembling the sound of thunder slammed down from above.

"Demon girl, give back my son's life!"

At this moment, a sudden force poured over Shen Tangluo's head with overwhelming momentum.

The world trembled!
Everyone's eyes widened, and they held their breath uncontrollably, almost predicting that the girl would end up decapitated.

Shen Tangluo didn't move at all, two clusters of dark blood-red flames quietly ignited in his palm between the fire and light stones.

Wisps of black mist were entangled all over her body, her hands seemed to be clasped together, and the blood flames were like blooming flowers of doom.

"In a single thought, human beings can turn into dry bones, and this young master can naturally do it."

Shen Tangluo casually played with Guiman Shahua, her voice was filled with endless coldness.

"But who is your son? What does his life and death have to do with me?"

Almost at the same moment, the sky became dead silent, the temperature dropped sharply, and it was bone-chillingly cold.

Everyone turned pale, subconsciously looked above Shen Tangluo's head, and became dumbfounded in an instant.

The sneak attacker seemed to be trapped in the void by an invisible shackle, and it was almost frozen three inches above Shen Tangluo's head, unable to move anymore.