Canglan Empress

Chapter 272 Counterattack 2
With Tianshu following, Xuanyin wasn't too worried.

Nuanyu and Xianxian prepared lunch for her, Xuanyin ate a little, and wanted to rest for a while, and let Yaohua deal with things with Rong Jin by herself.

But after much deliberation, he was still a little uneasy in the end.

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, Xuanyin went straight out the door.

It was not long after noon at this time, the streets of Yongjing were full of traffic and people were coming and going, Xuanyin was not worried about attracting attention, so she directly performed lightness kung fu and rushed to Jinglong Inn.

There was no sound outside the door of the inn, and there was no one in sight.

The world was so quiet that there seemed to be no trace of popularity.

Xuanyin frowned slightly, scanned the surrounding lightly, and made sure that there was really no trace of living things before slowly walking into the door.

When I first came here, although the business was a bit sluggish, there were at least two or three guests in the lobby.

However, today, it was empty, not even a single person could be seen.

Xuanyin walked silently, and pushed open the back door that was open in the past but closed today. When the light shone into the pupils, it seemed to have entered another world in an instant.

Xuanyin stood in front of the opened door, looking at the tragic scene in front of her, she had the illusion of a tenth-level tornado passing through.

In the courtyard, there are all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, the best products that have been cultivated with countless efforts, time and money, a small garden made of hollowed out garden stones, and paths paved with bluestone slabs between the gardens...

All were destroyed, and none survived.

It's as if... the whole world has been turned upside down, a mess and mess everywhere, gravel, petals, broken branches...

Xuanyin looked up.

Among the mess everywhere, Yaohua, dressed in a crescent white silk brocade robe, stood quietly, with picturesque eyes, soaked in a biting coldness.

Opposite him, Rong Jin, who was dressed in a black robe, looked coldly, staring at Yaohua without saying a word, his eyes filled with rage.

The hands hanging by the sides were tightly clenched, and the knuckles were clearly white.

A strange feeling flashed across her heart, Xuanyin couldn't help but look around, except for these two, she didn't see anyone else.

So, whose masterpiece is this tragic scene in front of me?
"Rong Jin." Yaohua's gaze was like a cold sharp sword, piercing Rong Jin's heart mercilessly, "If you want to die, my highness doesn't mind fulfilling you, and let you give these strange flowers and plants that died because of you." Sacrifice."

The corner of Xuanyin's mouth twitched, asking Rong Jin to give these flowers and plants... to be buried?
"Jimo Yaohua, the world has been deceived by your appearance." Rong Jin's voice was equally cold, so cold that he could no longer hear his love and pity for the beauty, "Your abilities should not belong to ordinary people."

"Really?" Yaohua's voice was cold, "You can regard my highness as an unattainable god, and my highness can show grace and accept your kneeling with reluctance."

Xuanyin: "..."

She must have seen a fake Yaohua.

This young man with a piercingly cold tone, whose words could choke people to death, is an impostor, right?

"This king just likes you, is there something wrong?" Rong Jin's face was sullen, and his tone was full of gnashing of teeth and cold anger.

"Like it?" Yaohua curled his lips, mockingly crossed the corners of his eyebrows, "You treat my Highness as a woman and ask to marry me, and my Highness still wants to be grateful to you and bow down to your liking?"

Rong Jin restrained his furious emotions: "So you ruined this king's garden?"

Hearing this, Xuanyin was finally sure that everything in front of her was really Yaohua's masterpiece.

(End of this chapter)