Emperor Leng's favorite belly black mad concubine

Chapter 1025 I like the smell of blood, I killed someone
How should he settle this revenge?
"Your Majesty, I have brought you here, do you want to see me?" Tang Niu came over and reported in a low voice.

This is not the domain of life and death, but a hall where Xue Wushang often rests. Today, when he found Xie Zun, he saw that his hands were covered with blood. He knew that Xie Zun had a habit. The more he will kill.

Killed many people, but he killed the ones who deserved to be killed.

I remember one time Xie Zun came back from the Beiwu Empire and was in a very bad mood. That night, he did not go back to the Realm of Life and Death, but went to an unknown place. When he saw Xie Zun again the next day, he found that he Blood was all over his body, he said: I like the smell of blood, I killed someone.

That day, Xie Zun was in a good mood.

But I don't know why, this time, Xie Zun was still very unhappy after killing someone.

Tang Niu walked forward with brocade cloth in his hand, "Evil Venerable..."

Xue Wushang didn't speak, his eyes were empty and lifeless, he had already recovered his manly body, and his whole body was silent and dead.

Tang Niu was not afraid, but knelt on the ground, holding the brocade cloth, lightly touched Xue Wushang's bloody hand, and wiped the blood off his hand one by one.

"Xie Zun, what are we going to eat today?" Tang Niu looked for a topic.

He didn't know what happened, but he knew that Xie Zun was very unhappy now.

"The deity killed someone."

"Subordinates know."

"The deity is not happy."

"Subordinates know."

"I want to die."

Tang Niu suddenly paused when he wiped the blood, "Evil Venerable..."

"I'm just a puppet when I'm alive, so I might as well be dead."

"Xie Zun, did Miss Ye make Xie Zun angry?" Tang Niu asked subconsciously.

"Xiyue? How could she provoke this deity? I wish she would piss me off, but..."

"Miss Ye, she..."

"She has someone she likes." Xue Wushang suddenly lowered her eyelashes, the long and slightly curly eyelashes, like butterfly wings, cast a silhouette, covering his bright eyes, "That person is not me."

Tang Niu sighed softly, "Xie Zun, you have changed."

Xue Wushang did not speak, and after a long silence, he suppressed the sorrow on his face, as if he had changed into a different person, bloodthirsty and ruthless, "Didn't you just say that you brought someone here?"

"Subordinate, let him come here." Tang Niu finished wiping and retreated.

The hall is very dark, the kind of hazy darkness where you can't see each other clearly.

This kind of atmosphere and scene is very suitable for Xue Wushang's mood now, it is faint and a little breathless.

Whenever he was in a bad mood, he would lock himself in a dark room for a long time...

A figure was pulled by the light outside, the old elder, he walked in trembling and startled, not daring to raise his head to look at Xue Wushang on the seat.

"Slap!" Xue Wushang sat on the chair, and didn't see him move, and a crisp applause sounded immediately.

It was he who slapped the visitor's face.

The figure of the visitor trembled, his legs knelt on the ground, without saying a word, it could be seen from the dark shadow that he was trembling.

A red light flashed on the seat suddenly, Xue Wushang came to the man like a ghost, and picked up his collar.

The man raised his head, and against the black light, he finally saw his face clearly, which was exactly the same as that of the old alcoholic, but he was not an old alcoholic, but Mu Yun, the former master of Qingmu Hall.

(End of this chapter)