Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 232 Late to the true strength (1)
Empress, you are wrong.

Standing there, her voice was so clear that it would melt away like snow when the wind blows.

However, what cannot be melted away are the girl's eyes and the sword in her hand.

She stood there covered in wind and snow, but how could the wind and snow get close to her?
That look seems to be able to freeze everything. At this moment, even if it is the majesty of Empress Zhaohua, the blood of the phoenix flowing in her and the high status of many years, in front of this girl, there is an illusion of bowing her head and bowing her head!
It's impossible not to shudder!
Impossible not to be scary!
Moreover, the sword in her hand, the sword that flowed the color of snow, if she read it correctly, it was the snow sword that ranked first in the weapon list!
Snow Sword!

Blood Sword!
The ominous sword that is said to be piled up with the blood of killing!With the blood of thousands of people drinking the sword body, no one dared to hold it for a hundred years, the sword of killing!
How could she have this sword? !

And how could this sword be so gentle in her hands? !
Who is she? !
who is it!

The moment Song Wanzhi opened his mouth, all the coercion of Qifangsha began to recede like a tide, and then, the entire snow field seemed to be enveloped in Song Wanzhi's clear and smiling voice.

"Empress, you are wrong."

"First of all, Wanzhi didn't hide her strength. It's just because Wanzhi didn't meet anyone or something worthy of Wanzhi's action."

It's just a sentence, but what kind of absolute pride and conceit is behind this sentence?

Song Wanzhi, on the other hand, was not conceited in the first place.

Empress Zhaohua's eyes were filled with anger and shock, her lips parted, and she wanted to speak, but Song Wanzhi had already opened her mouth, blocking all her words.

"Entering the hinterland of the valley, Wanzhi does have a different plan. However, the saint's ruins that you dream of are really not a big deal to Wanzhi."

"So Wanzhi won't hand it over, and also, can't hand it over."

"For Wan Zhi, there are many things in this world that are more important than your so-called supreme force, so I can understand your motherly heart, your desire to win, and your queen's pride .”

"But, you shouldn't, do everything possible to stop me, even disregarding my friend's life."

"What counts as your saint's ruins? What counts as your son's future? What counts as your queen's majesty?"

Song Wanzhi's voice was cold, and gradually began to mix with the boundless snowflakes, only the words "what is it" came knocking, and that kind of disdainful demeanor came from her words , came from her hand, came from the bottom of her eyes.

Those eyes are like snow, the black pupils reflect like a vast snow field.

You, what are you? !

"Today, my pride, I want."

"My self-esteem, I want it."

"My kindness, I want it."

"I want Lian Xuan's life too!"

Every word is sonorous, every sentence penetrates to the bone.

Pressing her slender fingers on the snow-colored hilt, she returned to the time when she held the sword and killed the world in a trance.

She raised her sword, and those snowflakes fell one after another, but they never fell on her again.

"Also, Wanzhi once asked Granny Wu to tell you something, did you forget?"

(End of this chapter)