The Evil Emperor's Favored Wife: The Bloodthirsty Demon Concubine

Chapter 7 Mother passed away? 3
"Hahaha... As I expected, there is indeed a ghost! Ruo Liu, we are a husband and wife, I advise you to hand over your things honestly, so that everyone will not look good in the end."

Luo Haoran's voice of going back and forth came from outside the house very wildly.

Yun Ruoliu showed a hint of anxiety on her face, she pushed Luo Ziyue away, and urged: "Yue'er, leave quickly, don't let him catch you, he is so mad that his relatives don't recognize him, go away! Leave me alone!"

Unsuspecting Luo Ziyue was suddenly pushed back a few steps by Yun Ruoliu before she managed to stabilize her figure. Hearing the sound of weapons colliding outside, a cold arc appeared at the corner of her mouth, her eyes were as cold as Millennium ice, turned around and glanced at Luo Haoran, who was smiling triumphantly outside the window.

At an angle that Yun Ruoliu couldn't see, the corners of Luo Ziyue's mouth turned up slightly, and she smiled strangely at Luo Haoran who was outside the window. Under his astonished gaze, her lips moved slightly, "I'm back..."

Luo Haoran looked at Luo Ziyue who was smiling at him strangely in the room, a rare sense of fear appeared in her eyes, she, isn't she already dead?
He had clearly arranged for someone to bury this wicked girl in a mass grave, she...she, why did she appear here?

The eyes of the two faced each other silently, "Ahem... Yue'er! Go, go!"

Suddenly a weak voice came from behind Luo Ziyue, accompanied by a violent cough.

The whole room lingered with a strong smell of blood, and blood flowed out of Yun Ruoliu's seven orifices continuously, as if he didn't want money.

"Mother... what's the matter with you?" Looking at Yun Ruoliu who looked like a bloody man, Luo Ziyue froze in place, stepped forward suddenly, and hugged Yun Ruoliu, whose breath was getting weaker and weaker , trying to wipe the blood off her face with trembling hands, but the blood couldn't be wiped clean no matter how much she wiped.

Tears dripped down Yun Ruoliu's face, and Yun Ruoliu, whose consciousness was gradually blurred, opened her eyes with great difficulty under Luo Ziyue's calls.

Seeing Luo Ziyue's stubbornness and determination in her big piercing eyes filled with worry, she stretched out her hands tremblingly, as if she wanted to wipe away the tears on Luo Ziyue's face: "Yue... Son, don't cry. Mother, I will always be by your side and protect you!"

The hand stretched out in mid-air fell down weakly following the words.

"Mother...Mother...you wake up" Luo Ziyue tightly hugged Yun Ruoliu, who had already lost her breath, crying bitterly.

Heart-piercingly calling for Yun Ruoliu.

The sound of fighting outside the window instantly quieted down.

Yun Ling slammed open the door nervously, but the moment he pushed the door open, he froze in place.

Luo Ziyue lowered her head and embraced Yun Ruoliu, who had long lost her breath, and sat quietly on the bed that had already been stained blood-red at some point. From a distance, the two of them were soaked in blood, covered in blood. .

A steady stream of fresh blood was pouring out along Yun Ruoliu's seven orifices at this moment, and it didn't stop with her death.

Luo Haoran, who followed him, looked at the scene in the room in astonishment, trembling uncontrollably as if he had been greatly frightened, subconsciously took a few steps back, and slammed into the door .

Luo Ziyue, who kept her head down and muttered to herself, suddenly raised her head, staring at the trembling Luo Haoran with blood-red eyes like a devil, and said in a hoarse voice: "You killed her..."

The very sure tone made Luo Haoran unable to react for a moment.

Seeing that Luo Haoran was absent-minded and silent, the servants beside him bumped into him quietly, and reminded him in a low voice: "Patriarch!"

"She, she, she..." Suddenly Luo Haoran stretched out his finger and pointed at Yun Ruoliu in Luo Ziyue's arms, and said several times about her, but he couldn't say a complete sentence. Looking in the direction, he stared at the scene in front of him in astonishment.

In the eyes of everyone, Yun Ruoliu's body turned into colorful petals little by little, floating in the air, surrounding Luo Ziyue.

The faint fragrance gradually dispelled the strong smell of blood in the room, lingering in everyone's noses.

Floral fragrance, long-lasting.

The rich aura and the colorful petals surrounded Luo Ziyue into a huge cocoon, which completely cut off the eyes of everyone visiting her. In the haze, Luo Ziyue seemed to feel a pair of warm hands gently stroking her cheeks. Stay between her brows.

A warm current gradually spread between her brows along the warm palm, and the whole person felt as if she was in a warm hot spring, and her whole body was comfortable. For a moment, she hoped that the world would stay in this moment, so that she could completely Forget about the worries and troubles of the world.

As if sensing her thoughts, a sharp pain suddenly came from between her brows, which made her completely awake, and a mysterious voice sounded beside her ears: "Open, seal the first layer!"

Luo Ziyue opened her eyes abruptly, a sternness flashed across her dark eyes, and the colorful petals all over her body gathered between her eyebrows.

A bewitching colorful flower appeared between her eyebrows, and all the spiritual power lingering around her body was absorbed by the petals and disappeared.

The colorful flowers between the eyebrows made Luo Ziyue's beauty shocking, and the serious face added a touch of majesty and solemnity, and the coercion emanating from the invisible made everyone feel blasphemy.

Cold eyes swept across the faces of everyone in the room, and landed on Luo Haoran's dull face.

The red lips move slightly, and the crisp and sweet sound, like wind chimes blowing by the breeze, makes people feel at ease.

To Luo Haoran's ears, it sounded like a reminder to the ears of the devil's voice.

"You killed her!" Before everyone could react, Luo Ziyue had appeared beside Luo Haoran, staring closely at Luo Haoran's eyes, and repeated softly.

Luo Haoran forced a kind smile from his face, and denied: "Yue'er, you can't talk nonsense, your mother is my wife who is married to Mingmei, how can I be willing to kill her Woolen cloth?"

"Really? If I remember correctly, the doctor said before that with her body, she can last at least another month!" Luo Ziyue had a sarcastic smile on her lips, and stared at Luo Haoran fiercely. The tone is playful, but it seems very meaningful.

"That being said, it's true! However, I don't know who told your mother the news of your accident. Your mother was in a hurry and her condition deteriorated rapidly. That's why I came here to see her so late." Luo Hao Ran looked at Luo Ziyue flatteringly, and said angrily.

Luo Ziyue stared at Luo Haoran intently, making his hair stand on end, and cold sweat broke out down his back.

Only then did a slight smile appear on the beautiful face, "Really? It seems that I misunderstood you, and I hope that Dad will not be offended."

(End of this chapter)