The strange woman who plays power: the fourth lady who plays power

"He Wensong, what did you do to the emperor?" Cui Moyao suddenly turned his head and stared at her coldly, his eyes were filled with ice, which made people see, like a ghost rising from the bottom of his feet, not cold And millet. ﹛ (～ o ～)y﹜

"What did I do, do I need to say it?" He Wensong said with a sneer, stroking his face with his fingers like flowers.

"You...damn it! Take out the antidote."

Before He Wensong answered, He Taiji laughed loudly: "There is no antidote for this kind of poison."

Cui Yingyan's face was horribly livid, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead, and he finally sat down on the chair powerlessly, staring blankly ahead.

"Haven't you heard of it? The most poisonous woman's heart." He Wensong sneered, his smile swaying beautifully in front of Cui Moyao, it looked so dazzling.

"Your Majesty has something wrong, I want everyone surnamed He to be buried with him." His eyes were as cold as his voice, with a sharp insight into everything, and a touch of arrogance.

I don't know if it's because of his elegant elegance or because of his hellish cruelty, He Wensong didn't want to play anymore, she said frankly: "Look at how nervous you are, actually... Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't To poison the emperor, what I gave him was just ordinary cartilage powder, and the dose was extremely small, so there would be no side effects."

"Are you... are you kidding me?" For a moment, He Taiji couldn't tell whether what she said was true or not.

"Father, what I said is true. I can't do anything, and I have failed your expectations."

"Bastard!" He Taiji became furious, pulled out the sword from his waist, and stabbed at He Wensong.

With a sound of "Dang", the sword light flashed all over the place. It was Cui Moyao who swung He Taiji's sword away with a long sword, saving He Wensong's life, but she still had lingering fears and kept moving backwards. Lean against the wall.

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He Taiji and Cui Moyao are obviously masters in the way of swordsmanship. It seems that both of them have realized the importance of the sword, especially the first sword.A person who knows superior swordsmanship will never draw his sword easily, let alone swing the first sword easily.

Even in the dark night, the two of them were extremely keen, staring at each other tightly, and would not let go of even the slightest movement of the other.

He Taiji rushed to land in front of a pillar, and with the help of the pillar, he stabilized his body.At this time, Cui Moyao also stood between two bamboo trees.Both of them seem to have chosen their vantage points.

The night wind was blowing, and the dry bamboo leaves on the ground, like countless butterflies, were flying in the air, and a cold moon appeared in the sky.

He Taiji stared at the other party, and slowly touched the edge of his sword. The sword was sharp enough. As long as it was fast enough, a sword could cut off a person's head. Maybe that person could still speak when he cut off the ground.

At the same time, he also felt the strong sword energy coming from Cui Moyao, and his heart was filled with shock for a moment.

The quiet time disappears in the deep gaze of each other, and disappears in the bamboo leaves flying in the air.

The evolution of the situation has reached an irreversible point.

A sword light appeared from the palm of He Taiji's hand, the trembling brilliance showed that what he was holding was a snake-shaped soft sword, the length of two feet seven or eight inches, only the width of two fingers.There was a glare of blue and white glaring cold light intertwined on the sword body, which showed the precious quality of the sword itself.The owner who can hold this sword is certainly not an ordinary person!

Cui Moyao's face grew colder. His long hair was flying and his skirts were dancing, showing the opponent's internal strength, which had already seriously threatened him.

It has been said that the person who knows you best is often not your friend, but your opponent.Those who know Cui Moyao, how can he be too anxious, he will never come up too optimistic.

Cui Moyao's body seemed to squat down a little bit slowly.Her fluttering skirt and long hair returned to calm first, and gradually, the dead leaves around her seemed to be turning less and less fast, getting slower and slower... Finally, they suddenly came to a standstill!

Even a layman who does not understand martial arts can see that the hostilities between the two sides have clearly begun.before they delivered

Before the sword, he had already wrestled with fierce internal strength, and the powerful strength was still continuing to confront.

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