Abandoned wife in the bridal chamber: General, you are divorced

Chapter 220

"You are not my opponent!"

Accompanied by Yun Sang's cold voice, the soft sword that Jun Chuyue swung with all her strength suddenly came to a standstill at this moment, as if it was frozen in mid-air!

how come? !

Jun Chuyue was taken aback, and after a closer look, she found that the soft sword was tightly wound by several silver threads at some point. The silver threads were so thin that only some faint reflections could be seen at certain angles. And the other end of the silver thread is connected to Yun Sang's five fingers——

In the blink of an eye, she realized that this silver thread was Yun Sang's real weapon. It was made of unknown material, and it was extremely tough. Her soft sword could cut iron like mud, but it could do nothing to this silver thread.

It was too late to speak, but at the same time as Yun Sang was speaking, Jun Chuyue felt a figure suddenly approaching her, and a palm wind hit her side of the neck fiercely, intending to knock her out.

How could she let the other party do this!
boom!
Jun Chuyue turned around and slapped her in the face, and instantly felt a rush of energy and blood, and couldn't help groaning, and her body was shaken back a few feet!

What a deep inner strength!

Except for the high priest, she has only seen this level of internal strength from Murong Fengyuan!
It seems that the situation is much more difficult than she expected...

Thinking about it, Jun Chuyue forcibly swallowed back the fishy sweetness pouring into her throat, stood up straight and raised her eyes coldly, her soft sword had already fallen into the opponent's hand, Yun Sang waved her hand and was entangled by the silver thread With a clang, his soft sword was thrown aside indifferently like a waste.

Gee!
In the next second, Jun Chuyue's pupils shrank extremely.

She saw Yun Sang's ice-cold eyebrows zooming rapidly in front of her, and in desperation she instinctively crossed her hands to protect her face, but she still couldn't stop the opponent's lightning strike like lightning.

Hearing a bang, Jun Chuyue slid down from the wall, frowned and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, before she raised her face, the opponent's attack came again...

Not long after, Jun Chuyue completely believed what Yun Sang just said——

Unless she died, even if she still had a breath, she would take her back and hand her over to the High Priest.

This woman is really too strong!
At this moment, she felt like a dilapidated sandbag, being beaten over and over again but unable to fight back, all she could do was to prevent the other party from grabbing her, but she still couldn't stop the other party's close approach .

There was blood in front of him.

In a daze, she seemed to see the face of the person she was thinking of, clear and handsome, with sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes.

Murong Fengyuan...

Ah.

If you knew what happened to me now, would you think of coming to save me?

……

The Imperial Palace of Xiling Kingdom, Princess Mansion.

The Qingjun man who was sleeping peacefully on the soft couch suddenly turned over and sat up, his head dripping with sweat.Before he could catch his breath, the voice of the servant who heard the movement outside rang out: "My son-in-law, what happened?"

"……nothing."

Looking around, Murong Fengyuan realized that he was in the sleeping hall, and Murong Fengyuan's slightly stared phoenix eyes gradually eased, and he pressed his forehead wearily: "What time is it?"

"It's still more than half the time to return to the son-in-law."

half an hour...

In other words, he just slept for an hour.

"My son-in-law, do you want to invite the little princess?" the servant girl asked again.

Lian Mu'er? !
Murong Fengyuan frowned: "No need, it's getting late now, let the princess rest well."

After dismissing the servants, he got up and walked to the window. Outside the window, he saw a crescent moon hanging high, and the clear moonlight cast a hazy and soft shadow on the flowers and trees.

He has been here for more than twenty days, and he knows that his name is Murong Fengyuan, he comes from a noble family, and his father is a third-rank official of Xiling Kingdom.Although he has no official position, he has concluded a marriage contract with the little princess Lian Mu'er's childhood sweetheart.

Almost everyone I saw said the same thing.

But for some reason, he always had a strange sense of strangeness about all of this. Even the so-called parents never made him feel the slightest kindness, as if they were supposed to be strangers in the first place.

As for Lian Muer, who is said to be his wife, he also felt a sense of alienation and rejection inexplicably. It was acceptable to talk during the day, but what was especially intolerable was that he had to share the same room and share the same bed with her at night. .

Fortunately, he has lost his memory now.

He used this as an excuse and insisted on moving to the side hall alone, saying that he would move back after he got to know each other well.Lian Mu'er refused at first, but in the end he had no choice but to agree to his request...

His thoughts gradually came back, Murong Fengyuan looked out of the window deeply, unconsciously, subconsciously raised his hand and pressed it on his chest.

There was just a moment of heart palpitations there, which made him suddenly wake up.

what happened?

You must know that since he woke up in the Ming Luo Empire Palace more than 20 days ago, this is the first time he has experienced a different feeling. The heart lake that has always been calm is like a stone has been thrown into it, stirring up waves of ripples.

The person who called him in the dream... Who is it? !

……

On the other side, Jun Chuyue was still under the attack like a storm.

"Can't you go back?"

Every time Yun Sang made an attack, he would ask this question.

"..."

Jun Chuyue spat out another mouthful of blood.

There is no sound around, whether it is the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops or the sound of fists and feet hitting, it gradually becomes blurred in the ear, only the voice of the question is particularly clear...

pain!
It hurts everywhere!

As a member of the sacrificial hall, she knew very well that Yun Sang would never show mercy until she achieved her goal.

But she also knew that as long as she agreed to "return", Yun Sang would immediately stop and spare her life.

But how could she agree? !
To win!

Must win!
If she was taken back here, if she couldn't go to Xiling Kingdom, if she couldn't see Murong Fengyuan, then what's the point of her working so hard to leave the imperial city and spend these days?
Another palm fell——

Snapped!
The movement stopped for an instant, Yun Sang raised her eyebrows, and her eyes fell on her wrist that was being held, as if she didn't believe that Jun Chuyue could intercept her attack at this moment.

Looking at Jun Chuyue again, he was panting heavily with his head down, blood dripping onto the ground drop by drop, his body trembling like leaves falling in the wind.

Surprise only lasted for a moment, and then it turned into a cold scoff——

"Unbelievable!"

As Yun Sang said, she raised her leg and kicked Jun Chuyue's chest.

boom!
There was a sound, but this time, Jun Chuyue was not dealt a solid blow as Yun Sang expected, but she herself was shocked back a few steps. Surprised, now, is completely surprised——

"what have you done?"

(End of this chapter)