Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 52
The North Dao scimitar is proud, with a bloody setting sun scimitar criss-crossing the rivers and lakes, keeping pace with the four masters of the south of the Yangtze River in prestige, rarely meeting opponents.

Jiao Yang's whereabouts have always been erratic, and he has been out of the rivers and lakes for a long time.

It is said that she fell in love with a childhood sweetheart, but she was forced by her father to marry Hou Men as a concubine.

Could it be the fifth lady?
Jiang Ye's heart trembled.

Xiao Mian is doomed to be beyond redemption.

Lou Cara's pupils spit out fire, while the saber is red, as red as blood, forcing his pupils.

Lou Jia's brows smiled coldly: "Jiang Ye, you have quite a lot of experience in the world! Let's die today."

After the words are finished, the knife comes out, viciously.

"We have never had a relationship with you! Why are you disrupting the situation?" Jiang Ye's sword was fierce, pressing down on the blade.

"If I don't kill you, how can I kill Xiao Qing? I'm also following orders!" Lou Ke sneered coldly, the blood-eating light between his brows was even more frightening than the blade.

"At whose order?" Xiuyu Wanyue held a sword in her hand, standing coldly on the steps, condescending, like a bright moon.

"Second Miss, you know it well!" Jiao Yang's cold lips curled slightly.

Xiuyu Wanyue quietly lowered the sword in her hand, Second Miss?Except for the Huainan Shouchun Xiuyu family, who would call her Second Miss?
His eyelashes were dyed miserable, and the corners of his eyes were filled with tears.

In addition to anger, there is no way out.

"You won't even let Jiang Ye go?" Xiuyu Wanyue pointed her sword proudly and gritted her silver teeth.

"Falling leaves must wither in winter, what is the use of the withered leaves?" Jiao Yang turned up the blade, made a shallow stroke, and poured out a magnificent halo, as if the setting sun was hanging in the sky, and it was full of love.Seeing that the light was not exhausted, a saber slashed from the ground suddenly, and when Jiang Ye returned the sword, the tip of the saber was already resting on his neck.

The scimitar is slanted, with the tip on the eyelashes.

Sure enough, to be able to dodge his unpredictable slanting knife, except for the Fourth Young Master Jiangnan, the heroine Fuying and the madman Feng Yizhu, no one seemed to be able to escape by luck.

Xiuyu Wanyue's sword trembled upwards, her eyes were disgusted, she slashed her sword ruthlessly, and shouted: "Return my sister's steps! You are not worthy!"

Hua Rong was so frightened that her face paled, her eyes trembling.

Jiao Yang frowned coldly, turned the scimitar, hooked her sword, and swung it in front of her eyes.

It was as if blood was shining.

"She even wants to kill me, good, good!" Xiuyu Wanyue chuckled with her head up, her laughter was as miserable as dark.

The crimson leaf rose up against the blade, and the blood gushed out.

"Crimson leaves!" Xiuyu Wanyue suddenly felt the world spinning, and all the supports turned into flowing water chasing flowers.

The leaves fall and the autumn is cold, and the moon follows the swans.

The autumn moon reflects the window, and the fallen leaves explain the language.

The fallen leaves only solve the cool thoughts of the autumn moon, so it is not the time when the leaves fall in the autumn environment.

Trees can turn green again, leaves and branches are tender, and people, once withered, will never gather again.

Gu Xuan was so horrified that she covered her lips and stood there dumbfounded. She wanted her to die, but it was just a joke.

Why did he really want to kill her?
Xiuyu Wanyue held her in her arms, and for a moment, she felt lifeless.

The tears were broken, dripping and dripping, miserable.

Jiang Ye had a pleasant smile on her face, and her complexion, which was originally as clear as snow, was even more charming. This kind of Jiang Ye seemed to be alive.

"Wanyue, don't cry, I just went with him. It is my wish that I can finally sleep with him forever." Jiang Ye squeezed her hand tightly, and there was a white train in her palm.

It is Feng Chunyi's snow clothes skirt.

Sadness flooded her eyes, and Xiuyu Wanyue felt pain in her heart. She should have understood that her heart had never left Feng Chunyi.The colder it is like a secluded pool, the more engraved into the heart.

It has always been, how deep is the heart, how thick is the love.

(End of this chapter)