Emperor Leng's favorite belly black mad concubine

Chapter 2222 The Palace Lord's Cross-cutting Love [1]

They all seem to be admiring and supporting Ye Xiyue's actions.

Even the patriarch of the elves feels inexplicably happy when facing the wizards in his clan being abused.

"Do you know what this is?" Susukino Zimo asked beside him.

Elf Patriarch glanced at him, "Let's play."

"Although this girl is a bit cruel and ruthless, it's really fun. As for us as bystanders, do you know the reason?"

"Say the point!"

"This is the joy of good people watching bad people get punished."

"We are good people, and wizards are bad people?"

"Otherwise?" Susukino Zimo asked back.

Elf Patriarch: "Who said that the wizard is my mother just now?"

"There is another sentence I need to repeat just now: She doesn't regard me as a son, why should I treat her as a mother?"

Elf Patriarch gave a thumbs up, "You won."

Susukino Zimo raised her eyebrows triumphantly.

It was cool for a few people watching from the sidelines, and it was also cool for Wushuang to play. After a long silence, she was held back in the secret room for two days, and was trapped for two days. She was tortured and covered in blood. After performing the forbidden technique, a memory of "dirty, terrible and painful" was embedded in her mind. This memory tormented her repeatedly every day. She once thought about falling and giving up on herself...

Several people were completely overjoyed by the actions of Ye Xiyue and Nan Wushuang.

Even the cold and indifferent Huang Junye raised the corners of his lips unconsciously.

Bei Gongyao saw the smile in his eyes from the side, and her heart skipped a beat. Why can't she keep her eyes on that tough and beautiful girl?
The wizard's screams resounded throughout the world, and finally Nan Wushuang was relieved, handed the crystal dagger to Ye Xiyue, and wiped off the blood on it.

The wizard stood and didn't fall down from the beginning to the end, not because she was strong, but because Nan Wushuang didn't let her fall down. The wound would only hurt more if she stood hard.

No one can understand it better than her.

"Ye Xiyue..." A hoarse voice came out of the wizard's mouth. She seemed to have endured a life-and-death ordeal. There was not a piece of intact skin on her body, but there was one place that no one touched.

her face.

She still wore a black veil on her face, except for her eyes.

This kind of dress is unique to the witches of the elves.

"Where does the wizard feel uncomfortable, do you need to add a few more?"

A trace of pain flashed in the wizard's eyes.

Ye Xiyue chuckled suddenly.

The wizard's eyes gradually turned cold, "Ye Xiyue, you have your trump card."

"so?"

"I have my trump card." After a pause, the wizard endured the pain all over his body, and raised his strength to say: "Your trump card is the evil emperor, your ancestor, and yourself, and my trump card...is your unexpected of."

"I know what your trump card is."

The wizard sneered, with contempt, "You know? It won't work to be clever in front of me. You have to know that ginger is always hot."

"Your trump card is—your face."

The wizard's smile froze suddenly, and his eyes were filled with deep surprise and astonishment.

Ye Xiyue twitched her eyebrows, "Your expression tells me that I'm right."

"how do you know?"

"Because I'm smart." Ye Xiyue was furious, "The wizard said just now that it won't work for me to play tricks in front of you. I'm very sorry, but I'm smarter than you."

(End of this chapter)