The concubine is haunted, my lord, please pay attention

A moment of silence.

Then, there was the sound of objects breaking.

The cup in Yun Qingmin's hand slowly turned into powder from fragments.

He spread out his hands, traces of blood were mixed in the powder, and the faint smell of blood wafted from the tip of his nose.

"However..." Che Shuo glanced at him, his voice was still very normal, as if he didn't notice his actions: "If you use a small amount, it will have an anti-pregnancy effect."

"Really." Yun Qingmin's voice was appallingly calm, the temperature seemed to drop a few degrees in the blink of an eye, and the chill seeped into his body: "So, I still want to thank them?"

Wen Beiyao looked at him, and found that his lips were tightly pressed, and there was some familiar blood red in his black eyes. He remembered that the last time he saw this blood red, it was the only time he got angry and bloodbathed Yun Wenti's lair.

Yun Qingmin would never allow herself to be injured, let alone the lowest level of injury such as being cut into the palm of her hand by a cup.

He expressed his anger in the most direct way.

Wen Beiyao sighed impossibly, and said, "Then, Qingmin, what are you going to do?"

Suddenly, Yun Qingmin looked at Wen Beiyao, then at Cheshuo.

The three of them agreed tacitly and didn't speak again.

There was a low rustling sound from the roof, someone was walking, the sound was very small, but in the quiet night, as long as you have the heart, you will definitely find it.

They are coming.

After a while, the roof returned to silence.

Yun Qingmin stood up, her black eyes glanced coldly at the roof, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly, revealing her murderous intent.

Wen Beiyao reached out to block him, and looked into his cold black eyes: what are you going to do?

Yun Qingmin walked around him, opened her thin lips lightly, and said silently: "Kill, man."

Che Shuo frowned, and looked at him with disapproval in his eyes: now is not the time yet.

"Tch." Yun Qingmin sneered, when is the time?

Someone is getting closer.

There was almost no sound of footsteps, but those black figures were seen clearly by three people at the same time in the dark night.

Just right.

Follow his wishes.

Yun Qingmin looked at the slowly moving black shadow on the door paper, and the murderous intent in his black eyes overwhelmed him.

Wen Beiyao stopped blocking him at this time, took out the white fan pinned to his waist, and spread it out with a slight 'wow' sound.

Che Shuo stood up and stepped aside.

The door was slowly pushed open, and the door bolt broke with a 'snap'.

A pair of black eyes stared at the visitor, the corners of his lips curled slightly, his right palm turned over, and he swung his palm fiercely.

The visitor let out a muffled grunt, but he didn't expect to be counterattacked so quickly. He backed up several steps, and finally leaned against the wooden railing of the corridor, fell to the ground, clutched his chest, vomited blood, and died on the spot.

The wooden railing broke immediately, and with a 'slap', it shattered into rotten wood all over the floor.

Seeing this, the other shadows stepped back and hid themselves.

Wen Beiyao looked at Yun Qingmin's palm, and smiled helplessly. It turned out to be a [-]% palm, and he controlled it very well, preventing people from turning over and falling downstairs.

Yun Qingmin saw those black figures receding slowly, frowned in displeasure, and walked out of the room, revealing her existence.

Several black shadows looked at the person who appeared suddenly, looked at each other, and then held the sharp sword glowing coldly at the same time, rushing towards him.

"laugh."

Why did you send these little guys?

What did Yun Wenti think?Feed these wastes.

The black eyes turned cold, and the palm wind kept swaying away. The black shadow was only one meter away from him, and the pointed tip of the sharp sword was about to touch Yun Qingmin, but suddenly it seemed to be held by something, and kept retreating. Until his back hit a beam, he fell to the ground, vomited blood, and died.

There is a slap mark on the beam and pillar, which is very deep.

The same method, the same death.

But in the blink of an eye, the black shadows were completely annihilated, and everyone fell to the ground, lost their heartbeat, and lost their breath.

Wen Beiyao sighed softly, and put away the white fan.

He just needs to watch the play, and he doesn't need to make a move.

Yun Qingmin held her right hand, her black eyes coldly swept across the corpses on the ground, her lips parted slightly: "Waste, thing."

There is sound from the roof.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yun Qingmin waved his palm upwards, and a hole appeared in the roof like an explosion. He tapped his toes, rose into the air, appeared on the roof, and slapped anyone he saw.

Maybe it's because they were outside the inn, and the palm wind became more and more severe. The person who was hit flew straight out, hitting the obstruction behind him, or a tree, or flew out without a trace.

There were muffled groans and the sound of vomiting blood everywhere.

The smell of blood floated in the air.

In the room, Wen Beiyao sighed again.

Fortunately, it's dark now, otherwise I don't know what Qingmin is going to do, at least for now, there is no big noise.

However, his style of play is prone to internal injuries.

**

Yi Ran heard something moving on the roof, opened her eyes, lost all sleepiness, turned over, sat on the bed, quickly took out a silver whip from the bedside bundle with one hand, and wrapped it in the palm of her hand.

There seemed to be the sound of bricks being moved on the roof, and it seemed that someone was about to enter the room.

Yiran held the silver whip tightly, got up slowly, stood in front of the bed, quietly waiting for someone to appear.

However, something suddenly seemed to happen on the roof, the sound of bricks moving disappeared, and the people seemed to gradually disappear.

what happened?

Yi Ran frowned, the tip of her nose seemed to smell of blood.

Maybe Beiyao and the others solved it.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Wait!

Yixue!

If Beiyao went to look for Yun Qingmin, then Yixue might be alone!

Someone was removing the bricks just now, which means that maybe someone wants to invade Yixue's room!

Yixue has a child!

not good!

Thinking of this, she took a deep breath, grasped the silver whip tightly in her hand, and quickly opened the door.

A strong smell of blood came over his face.

Seeing the corpses lying all over the corridor, she frowned, ignored them, and walked towards Guo Yixue's room.

**

In the room, it was dark, and the sound of gentle breathing came from the other side of the bed, someone was sleeping.

Guo Yixue closed her eyes and slept soundly, a little strangely familiar.

On the roof, a brick was moved away, and a bamboo that was hollowed out was slowly stretched into the room, and mist gradually sprayed out from the holes of the bamboo, and dispersed in the air, tasteless.

This room is lived by the third prince, so they can't go down too directly, otherwise there will be a dead end.

Slowly, the room seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, hazy and mist everywhere.

Guo Yixue's eyes were tightly closed, and mist was unavoidable around her.

Breathing becomes more and more steady, loss of consciousness.

On the roof, someone moved the bricks away until there was a hole for one person to enter and exit. The person covered with black cloth jumped up, jumped down, entered the room, and landed firmly, making a dull landing sound.

The visitor saw the bed in a mist.

There are people in the bed.

The visitor waved his hand up, and another person jumped down from the roof.

The two people who appeared looked at each other, clenched the sharp sword in their hands, and slowly approached the bed step by step.