The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

Murong Yunqing felt sour in his heart, "You want to live forever, but this blood curse..."

Murong Canghai turned around, raised his hand, and patted his younger brother's shoulder proudly, not as pessimistic as he was, saying——

"You only think about the worst outcome. Don't worry, I'll be fine. I promised my father and mother to take good care of you."

Facing this only younger brother, he always has tenderness that ordinary people can't understand.

Murong Yunqing only felt the heat in his eyes. The two of them lost their parents when they were young. That year, the elder brother was only 12 years old and he was four years old. At such a young age, the two of them were bullied a lot and saw all the cruelty of the world.

But the eldest brother endured the humiliation and endured the cruelest torture in the world, and he would never let him get hurt in the slightest!

No matter what hardships, he stands in front of him.

Stepping on countless thorns and gravel, he finally reached where he is today step by step——

Became the Great King of the Northern Academy of Daqin!

One person is below ten thousand people!

Now, he has grown into a man who deliberately stands upright, and he also wants to protect his favorite elder brother!

"You love her very much, don't you?" He asked Murong Canghai.

"I don't know, I just feel happy and heartbroken every time I think of her name. I have never felt like this before." Murong Canghai confided his feelings to others for the first time.

Love?

In front of love, he is also an ordinary man who is trembling.

"Big brother..." Murong Yunqing looked at his elder brother sadly, as if thousands of troops were trampling past him in his heart.

"Okay, Yunqing, let's start, you are by my side."

As he spoke, Murong Canghai had already opened the first page of the blood curse book, put his jade flute to his lips, and opened his mouth——

I only heard a burst of eloquent tunes sounding in the quiet night, like a trickle of water flowing slowly, and the listeners were fascinated.

The people in the palace who hadn't fallen asleep couldn't help standing up when they heard the music, and listened to the sound coming from nowhere.

Su Yueming raised his head and asked——

"Where is this sound coming from?"

The maids listened intently for a moment, and said, "It's so strange that I can't feel where the music is coming from."

"However, it's really nice."

Listening and listening, several people in the room closed their eyes and felt it attentively.

The bright moonlight shone in through the window, Su Yueming got up, walked to the window, and stared in the direction of Lanyue Pavilion.

A desire suddenly rose in her heart, she wanted to end everything as soon as possible.

Only Murong Yunqing knew that if this blood curse was cast, unpredictable and terrifying things would happen anytime and anywhere.

This is a mantra with no rules at all, Murong Canghai has to think about it while playing it.

He held the saber at his waist tightly with both hands, and stared at his elder brother without blinking.

The score quickly changed strangely, as if a small fish playing in the stream was suddenly swept into the rough sea by the wind and waves, lost its direction, and could only bump into it without a clue, and its head was broken!

Murong Canghai's aura gradually became unstable!

An unknown breath collided wantonly in his body, and his internal organs felt like being shaken.

His body was trembling, big beads of sweat came out of his forehead, falling off one by one, the hand holding the jade flute trembled.

He's getting out of control!

But still holding the jade flute tightly.

"Brother, stop, don't practice anymore!" Murong Yunqing at the side realized that something was wrong, and quickly stopped him.

"Ah..." Hearing a muffled cry, Murong Canghai flicked back, and the jade flute in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.