The Emperor's Favorite: The Fourth Miss Ghost

Those men in black were all rolling on the ground, bleeding from seven holes, struggling endlessly, blood flowed backwards all over their bodies, veins were cut off, and they wailed on the ground begging for mercy.

However, the sound of the zither continued, like a reminder from hell, trying to destroy all their lives.

Slowly, slowly, time is flowing, the torment is receding...

I don't know how long it took, those men in black were slowly tortured by the sound of Mo Zhuyue's piano, exhausted one by one, their tendons were broken, bleeding from seven holes, and they lost all their internal strength and died.

Seeing that the last man in black didn't move, Mo Zhuyue stopped the piano in his hand and shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity, I haven't played enough yet."

In a word, it is soft, as gentle as spring water watering the earth, but the 5 people behind are all terrified.

How the dozen or so men in black died in front of them, they all saw how tragic the death was, and they struggled one by one until they had no strength at all...

After being tortured like this, Mo Zhuyue still said it was boring?Not having fun?

Everyone has long heard that Mo Zhuyue is a dual-line magician, and also heard that she killed Ye Shuang, the only genius summoner in Nansang College, in the first battle. She had already become famous in the Sky Continent in that battle.

In the past few days, she has been snuggling softly in Long Canghao's carriage, and she is still supported by Long Canghao when she comes out occasionally, like a delicate young lady. Everyone seems to have forgotten her Nansang College. Fight to fame thing.

But now, hearing her cold-blooded and ruthless words, everyone's heart trembled, and finally understood why she stood beside the stern and ruthless King Cang so naturally, because her cold-blooded and ruthless was not inferior to King Cang at all.

Immediately, everyone sighed in their hearts, but fortunately, their dissatisfaction with Mo Zhuyue hadn't shown in the past few days, otherwise, they probably didn't know how they died.

Mo Zhuyue looked at the dead person on the ground indifferently, and curled her lips a little bored: "Come here, go and search them to see if there is any suspicious evidence."

There were only a few people who wanted to kill her, and it didn't make much difference to her whether they could find out or not.

These people are dead men, and there will be no clues on them.

Sure enough, Long Ying checked carefully, but finally died without a problem.

Mo Zhuyue waved his hand: "It's boring, pile them into a pile and burn them!"

With the support of Long Canghao, Mo Zhuyue returned to the carriage, and the large group continued to move forward.

Mo Zhuyue was still nestling in Long Canghao's arms, and Long Canghao was playing with her slender fingers: "Cang, tell me, who sent those dead men just now?"

Without raising his eyebrows, Long Canghao put her fingers between his own, as if her fingers were exquisite porcelain: "No matter who they are, their goals have not been achieved. But these people have no ability, Maybe their abilities are stronger than others. Judging by their clothes, they don't look like Nanyue people."

"Then, is that the person from Tianxingtang?"

Long Canghao snorted coldly with disdain: "As far as I know, the people in Tianxingtang are all great figures. These little guys probably don't have such great abilities yet."

Not from Tianxingtang, not from Nanyue, who could it be?

Suddenly, Mo Zhuyue thought of someone.Those men in black were all rolling on the ground, bleeding from seven holes, struggling endlessly, blood flowed backwards all over their bodies, veins were cut off, and they wailed on the ground begging for mercy.

However, the sound of the zither continued, like a reminder from hell, trying to destroy all their lives.

Slowly, slowly, time is flowing, the torment is receding...

I don't know how long it took, those men in black were slowly tortured by the sound of Mo Zhuyue's piano, exhausted one by one, their tendons were broken, bleeding from seven holes, and they lost all their internal strength and died.

Seeing that the last man in black didn't move, Mo Zhuyue stopped the piano in his hand and shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity, I haven't played enough yet."

In a word, it is soft, as gentle as spring water watering the earth, but the 5 people behind are all terrified.

How the dozen or so men in black died in front of them, they all saw how tragic the death was, and they struggled one by one until they had no strength at all...

After being tortured like this, Mo Zhuyue still said it was boring?Not having fun?

Everyone has long heard that Mo Zhuyue is a dual-line magician, and also heard that she killed Ye Shuang, the only genius summoner in Nansang College, in the first battle. She had already become famous in the Sky Continent in that battle.

In the past few days, she has been snuggling softly in Long Canghao's carriage, and she is still supported by Long Canghao when she comes out occasionally, like a delicate young lady. Everyone seems to have forgotten her Nansang College. Fight to fame thing.

But now, hearing her cold-blooded and ruthless words, everyone's heart trembled, and finally understood why she stood beside the stern and ruthless King Cang so naturally, because her cold-blooded and ruthless was not inferior to King Cang at all.

Immediately, everyone sighed in their hearts, but fortunately, their dissatisfaction with Mo Zhuyue hadn't shown in the past few days, otherwise, they probably didn't know how they died.

Mo Zhuyue looked at the dead person on the ground indifferently, and curled her lips a little bored: "Come here, go and search them to see if there is any suspicious evidence."

There were only a few people who wanted to kill her, and it didn't make much difference to her whether they could find out or not.

These people are dead men, and there will be no clues on them.

Sure enough, Long Ying checked carefully, but finally died without a problem.

Mo Zhuyue waved his hand: "It's boring, pile them into a pile and burn them!"

With the support of Long Canghao, Mo Zhuyue returned to the carriage, and the large group continued to move forward.

Mo Zhuyue was still nestling in Long Canghao's arms, and Long Canghao was playing with her slender fingers: "Cang, tell me, who sent those dead men just now?"

Without raising his eyebrows, Long Canghao put her fingers between his own, as if her fingers were exquisite porcelain: "No matter who they are, their goals have not been achieved. But these people have no ability, Maybe their abilities are stronger than others. Judging by their clothes, they don't look like Nanyue people."

"Then, is that the person from Tianxingtang?"

Long Canghao snorted coldly with disdain: "As far as I know, the people in Tianxingtang are all great figures. These little guys probably don't have such great abilities yet."

Not from Tianxingtang, not from Nanyue, who could it be?

Suddenly, Mo Zhuyue thought of someone.