The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

Suddenly flashed a white light in front of him, a fierce sword with a boundless killing, and mercilessly attacked him!

At night, the dusty sorrows and sorrows, quickly avoiding the killing moves, looking up, only seeing Murong Xue’s mouth curled up with a cold smile, holding a cold sword in his hand, swaying with a sturdy move, once again stabbed him Come over, the light ribbon on the waist is light with the wind, like a butterfly dancing.

She will actually martial arts!

At the end of the night, the dusty flashes a bit of surprise, and then disappears without a trace. The corner of the mouth bends a few invisible ridicules: the rumor is just a guess by the world, he actually believes a few points, it is ridiculous, the temper of the masses is gentle. She is all made up by others. Her current character is the most authentic. She has always been hidden in Houfu and is not known to outsiders.

A strange emotion in the heart was quickly suppressed by him.

He looked at Murong Xue, his eyes were deep: he had been in contact with her for so long, and Rao was striking with his eyesight. He did not find that she had a soft sword hidden in her waist. Her disguise was really amazing.

However, the woman likes to embellish her waist. Even if someone discovers the abnormality in her waist, she will think that it is her distinctive decoration. No one will associate the killing weapon with her frail and sick!

"You want to kill the king!" The night smog bombs commanded the soft sword of Murong Xue, and looked at her coldly.

"This is what you are looking for. Who makes you deceive too much!" Murong Xue replied coldly, and the sword in his hand stabbed the chest of the night.

The night smog bombs commanded the soft sword, and the bottom of the brilliance flashed a complex look: he was very familiar with the road near the capital, and Murong Xue could run to the cliff, not only because she did not know the road, but also his indirect persecution, he thought, She resisted him and disobeyed him because of her identity and self-respect of Miss Houfu. As long as she forced her to a dead end, she would compromise and would marry him back to the Jingwang Palace for a side!

After all, people are afraid of death. In the face of death, it is a wonderful thing to be a monk in the name of the King of the Kings, to enjoy the envy of all, and to live peacefully.

But Murong Xue stood in front of the cliff, and did not compromise to him as he expected, but begged for mercy, but pulled out the soft sword and stabbed him mercilessly...

She would rather be a murderer than a side buddy...

"Hey!" The three cold lights flashed, and the red scent of the night was drawn into three long big mouths. The hem on the hem was also cut into the air, and it was swirling and floating. Floating on the ground, the color that is redder than blood, shows the boundless ridicule.

The night is looking at the broken and happy clothes, and the face is gloomy and terrible: after the martial arts, few people can get close to him, and even talk about hurting him. Just now he used only five successes and thought about things. Caused Murong Xue to cut his clothes!

The little girl who doesn't know how to lift, and his comity, is getting more and more lawless. He must teach her lessons and let her know that her little life is always in his hands! He let her live, she will be born, he will let her die, she must die!

The palm of the micro-grip suddenly opened, and the internal force condensed into an invisible sharp blade.

Strong murderousness with a gesture of destruction of everything, Murong Xueyu at the end of the rare dignity, this is internal force? The lethality is unusual, but he wants to kill her, it is not so easy!

Murong Xue clenched the soft sword and swayed the invisible sharp blade with a sparkling silver. He only listened to the whistling sound of ‘Dangdang’, the sharp edges were all annihilated, and the smallest threats were wiped out.

Looking at Murong Xue, who was unharmed, the nighty dust and sharp eyes narrowed up slightly. Without internal help, it was a good move to use only the sword to dispel all his internal forces. This is the home of the Murong family. What? Sure enough, the name is not lost! It is rare that Murong Xueken reveals the wonderful swordsmanship of Murong's family. He uses all his skills and learns from her!

The fingers under the wedding clothes are combined and joined together. The masculine and strong winds are swept out from the wide sleeves. With the most accurate technique and the fastest moves, they attack Murong Xue from all directions!

Murong Xue Liu Mei was lightly picking up. She took the sword and stabbed the night. I didn't really want to kill him. I just wanted to stab him and let him innocent and force her.

After all, everyone knows that the night is coming to the graveyard to marry her, and she doesn't want to be Jing Wang's side. If the night is dead, the murderer is definitely her, she is not afraid of death, but she doesn't want to be tired of the family. !

Moreover, she first arrived in the Qingyan country, and in such a weak body, even her half ability in modern times can not be made, and the night is the martial arts, the internal strength is deep, she just wants to kill him, It is also a lack of effort.

Her previous sword trick broke through the night's sorrowful suit, did not hurt him, but angered him, he waved so much internal force, is ready to kill her!

Now she is a weak woman. She has no internal strength and no strength. But it is not so easy to kill her at night!

Murong Xue’s mouth curled up with a smile, and jumped to two meters away, quickly swaying the soft sword in his hand!

Standing at the angle of night dust, it can be clearly seen that Murong Xue stood in the middle of his internal attack, and a silver light flew back and forth around her, and her protection was impenetrable, and all his internal forces were hit. Next to the big stone.

Just listen to the "hey!" a loud noise, gravel flying, dust flying, the sly Murong Xue repeatedly cough, quickly step back a few steps, waved his hand to disperse the smoke.

A breeze blows through, the cliff top is clear, and the nighty dust is long and straight, and the figure is five or six meters away!

Murong Xue held a soft sword and stood guarded, but he saw that he was definitely looking at the front: "Ouyang Shaohao!" The low and low voice did not bring any emotions, and people could not guess what he thought.

Murong Xue glanced down and looked down at him. I saw that the big stone, which is three or four meters high, was only one meter high, revealing the back octagonal pavilion with a stone table stone bench in the pavilion. A young man sat at the stone table and held a white piece of chess. He looked at the chessboard on the stone table with a slight squint.

The man wore a snow-colored robes, and the fabric was smooth like water. The snow-colored clothes slid through the smooth bluestone floor, and the dust was not stained. The ink-like hair was bundled with white jade crown and gently scattered behind him.

Ying Ting's ink eyebrows flew into the hustle and bustle, and the beauty of the beauty is like a beautiful picture of a dreamlike dream. The cool momentum of the cold is like a high moon, such as ice, it makes people feel awe!

Murong Xue flashed a trace of surprise in her cold eyes. She came into contact with all kinds of handsome men in modern times. After coming to the ancient times, she also saw the beauty of Murong Yu and Yu Yichen many times. With a certain immunity, but the face of the man in front of her, still beautiful, she almost could not move her eyes.

He is the happy Wang Shizi Ouyang Shaohao! Legend has it that he left the palace at the age of eight and worshipped a mysterious master. He wrote the national policy and shocked the countries with his handwriting. He was so fascinated by the voices of the country, and he got a little bit of the blue flame generals who could give pointers in those battles. Invincible, the world almost always exists as a god!

In the past ten years, his whereabouts have spread all over the world, but he rarely set foot on the hometown of Qingyan. How did he suddenly return to Beijing?