The silly concubine said: close the door and let the prince go

Chapter 430 I Can't Protect Myself ([-])

Hearing this, Shen Qiaoyan's long eyelashes drooped.

No wonder that day, the strange embryo looked hesitant. It turned out that it was not that he had a grudge with the Mukun sect, but that after leaving this Jianghu island, not all sects belonged to him.

She provoked that matter, so she should be responsible for it.

Shen Qiaoyan's heart was broken, she reached out to grab Ziyin's red clothes, and took a step forward, she wanted to stand over him, but Ziyin blocked her with his hand.

"No."

Ziyin's deep voice hit Shen Qiaoyan's heart heavily, as if she would leave him forever once she stood up.

"I provoked this, I'll do it." Shen Qiaoyan said lightly, reaching out to push Ziyin away from her arm.

"No." Ziyin whispered to Shen Qiaoyan, "You are for your husband, obediently listen to what your husband says."

"But..." Shen Qiaoyan was about to speak.

Suddenly a gust of wind hit, Ziyin hurriedly grabbed Shen Qiaoyan's waist, and quickly dodged.

"I hate to see you good couples the most. If you are so affectionate, why not go to the king of Hades to renew your fate!" Hei Yi said with a sudden turn of his face.

She turned her blood-stained hands backwards, and quickly attacked Ziyin.

"Hmph, what kind of martial arts leader is simply a powerless, merciless prodigal!" Hei Yi snorted coldly, and said, "You are not worthy of being a martial arts leader at all, so why don't you hand over the position of martial arts leader to me , the strength of this palace is worthy of the position of the leader of the martial arts."

"Stop talking nonsense," Ziyin said coldly, "The position of the leader of the martial arts is not what you say you want."

Heiyi sneered.

A swift shadow flashed across the air.

Ziyin hugged Shen Qiaoyan and passed by easily.

Hei Yi frowned, and the black gauze flickered in front of him, "Lan Ruo, do it!"

"Yes, my lord!" The woman in plain clothes at the gate of the palace nodded, and then she waved her long sleeves, "You all go!"

In an instant, a large fight started in the hall.

"Fengji!" Ziyin called out in a cold voice.

"Yes, Confederate."

As the words fell, a black shadow quickly flashed out of midair.

"Okay, Fengji," Heiyi sneered, and said in a hoarse voice, "You have betrayed me for many years, and you actually follow such a master, hum! It's ridiculous! But it just so happens, today is your death day!"

"I want you to use your life to build a ladder to help me climb to a higher position." Hei Yi said coldly.

After the words fell, there was a strong wind in the hall.

The black clothes flew in the air, and the black veil covered her face, so I couldn't see her face, but I could feel the strong pressure on her body, and the endless cruelty and indifference.

Shen Qiaoyan was tightly hugged by Ziyin's arms, the red cap covering her head was blown away by the strong wind, and a ray of light came into her eyes.

Shen Qiaoyan squinted her eyes, looking at Ziyin's cold eyes exposed by the silver mask, she bit her lower lip with a worried look on her face.

After a while, the red silk and colorful flowers in the palace were blown into a mess by the strong wind, and several of them were lying down on the ground. What was originally a great happy event gradually turned into a white funeral.

In the blink of an eye, a black wind hit Ziyin, a pair of hands with sharp nails in the black wind.

Ziyin stood where he was, without any disorder, his pupils were cold and frightening.

With a turn of the big palm under the red sleeve, a silver sword on the ground quickly flew into his hand. He clenched it tightly with one hand and wrapped around Shen Qiaoyan's waist with the other, and began to resist the black clothes' attack.

"Hmph," Heiyi sneered, "I remember that a blood-devouring madwoman is not a good thing, and she is also a slut with a harem of three thousand. You are really a nest of snakes and rats."

(End of this chapter)