Crazy Young Empress: Shadowsong Moon Dance

Chapter 129 Blood-Stained Juechen Palace 【Twelve】

The soldiers of the Royal Forest Army not far away did not hear clearly the content of their chaotic conversation.

Seeing the young and old who appeared at the same time after killing Mo Wuying, he vaguely suppressed General Yun's decisiveness from the aura.

At this time, I saw the young man pointing his scabbard at their General Yun arrogantly.

Anger had already erupted in his heart.

Several of the most front soldiers pointed at Yun Geyue and shouted:

"Where did the lunatic boy come from, dare to threaten my general? Could it be that he is tired of living and wants to accompany that evil species to seek death?"

The two slanderous and provocative words of 'crazy boy' and 'evil species' made Yun Geyue's ruthlessness rise sharply.

With a bang, the Lingyue sword was unsheathed.

With the light blue sword light flickering, he turned to his father Yun Xiaotian sideways and said:

"Father, the boy has changed his mind! Today I will avenge my wife!

If you want to stop, the relationship between father and son will really end today. "

After finishing speaking, he rushed towards the shouting soldiers in the front row, and the sword rain swayed down like a torrential rain.

Juechen shook his head slowly, and said intentionally or unintentionally:

"Xiaotian, as a teacher, I never thought that your son's first murder in this life was forced out by you..."

Yun Xiaotian looked at his son Bai Ying flying swiftly and horizontally as his subordinates pressed on step by step, and then looked at Mo Wuying's blood-stained body lying in the arms of his master, he was at a loss.

To stop Yun Geyue, I am afraid that the father-son bond will be lost.

He wanted to caress Mo Wuying, fearing that he would offend Yun Geyue who was in the fierce battle again.

If the exit stops the subordinates from stopping, and I don’t know what kind of speculation it will be passed back to the cruel emperor’s ears...

I have difficulties in my heart, but I can't express it in public.

The dignified seven-foot man, with a tangled and sad face, stood helpless like a stone sculpture, watching his son and his subordinates fight desperately.

Yun Geyue was immersed in the great grief of Mo Wuying's death and the extreme doubts about her father.

Every move he used was done with all his strength, and after dozens of moves, the soldiers of the Imperial Forest Army who had fallen beside him had already lay in an arc.

Still unable to stop, his eyes turned red like a demon.

A shocking and thunderous "Gu Lingyue" was cast, and the row of soldiers surrounded in front of him fell down in pieces like bamboo shoots being cut by sharp edges...

(End of this chapter)