Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

The sound died with the wind.

Shan Jue suddenly narrowed her eyes and her heart kept beating. Her bloody hand clenched Yan Ming's arm: "Yan Emperor wants to kill this painting, but you stop here? Is it Yan Emperor's command or your own decision?"

She gritted her teeth and looked at the young man's face and became angry.

Yan Ming gently stroked Shan Jue's hair: "Shan Jue, the reason why the new emperor of Eastern Shu has not ascended the throne is that our king gave Yan Emperor the opportunity. If you follow Yan Emperor, you will know what the consequences are."

This disrespectful remark shocked Shan Jue and Jiang in Yan Ming's mouth.

On the battlefield, Yan Ming's red clothes were dazzling. Jiang Zhiyi stopped Shan Jue directly and whispered, "why do you want to save Huawu and oppose the inkstone emperor?"

Why?

He didn't want to save Huawu, but he had to do this. Yan Ming smiled: "why, ask for this reason, and then go to the imperial city to tell Yandi?"

Yan Ming's voice was cold. He glanced at Jiang lightly and didn't do it directly.

The atmosphere here has been frozen to the extreme. One of the painters passed through layers of obstacles and directly swept to Huawu. With one hand, he held Huawu's sleeve: "brother!"

This sound stirred Huawu's heart.

He looked down and saw a veil covering his face, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked at him like red.

In such a scene, Huawu has understood why it came out. It must be Huaxi who asked Yan Ming to help. In this battlefield, how can a woman come here except his martial arts lady?

Huawu was so anxious that he swept Huaxi to his horse and angrily said, "I'll have someone escort you back to Kyoto tonight!"

A roar of anger brought Huaxi's happy heart to the freezing point.

In front, Yan Ming turned his back to tens of thousands of painters and captured the lifeblood of Beiyuan and Nanyue Shan Jue alone. This time, they can stir up the chaos of the continent, but they are as weak as a woman without the power to bind chickens in Yan Ming's hands.

Yan Ming, how strong is it?

Huaxi clenched his teeth and tightly coagulated Yan Ming's back, but he didn't dare to call his name. Yan Ming helped the painter army. This news must not be spread to the state of Zhou.

If it comes out, he will certainly be detained with an ambiguous burden of treason.

If so, even if Yan Ming is accompanied by the painter, she will certainly be looked down upon.

A traitor will be hated.

When and why didn't she think of this problem? All she thought of was helping the painter army and her brother. What about Yan Ming? What did she think of for Yan Ming?

Huaxi's intuition was stiff and dense in her eyes. She murmured softly: "no painter army can see his face, no..."

On the dust ground, is Yan Ming's mask that has fallen.

Huaxi pushed Huawu away directly, went down immediately, picked up the mask and ran towards Yan Ming

Jiang this meaning at this moment, condensing the people running in front, he frowned: "now is not the time for you to kill us?"

Yan Ming looked sideways. The moment he got up, he saw 33 black shadows in the air. One shadow's sword directly penetrated the belly of Huaxi!

Her body fell directly to the ground like fallen leaves.

The pool of blood dispersed in an instant

The arrow that came in the air was entering the shoulder of Huaxi and nailed her directly to the ground!

Pale into the face, but also into the pupil of the beautiful man.

"Yan... Ming..." Huaxi blurted out.

The blood color was dazzling and completely dispersed on the colored glass pupil. Yan Ming's body was stiff at this moment. He looked at the black dead man surrounded in front of him. Everyone held a sword and reached in front of Yan Ming.

Someone came forward and leaned over and said, "Yandi knew that the eighth Lord would stop him. In this way, it's better to solve the wrong worldly affairs for the eighth Lord. In this way, the eighth Lord will obediently obey."

The dead man smiled and looked up at Yan Ming.

Another dead man came forward and arched his head and said, "the lifeline of Beiyuan and Nanyue Shan Jue can't be killed. If the eighth Lord insists on doing so, the humble position will certainly follow the order of Yan Emperor and put this crime on you, and then get rid of it quickly."

At this moment, all the dead not only surrounded Yan Ming, but also surrounded Jiang Ziyi and Shan Jue.

Shan Jue turned pale and smiled: "if you kill Jiang Zeyi and me, the Emperor Ming has reason to kill you. However, you are too slow and these dead men can't wait. Therefore, they will kill Jiang Zeyi and me for you and kill you again. It should not be too much to understand?"

Jiang Zhiyi and Shan Jue looked sideways and smiled: "how can we do too much? These dead men are as skilled as those shadow guards in Xizhou. There is no difference between high and low. One person can reach a thousand people. They are all close relatives of the royal family, which can not be underestimated. Now, Yan Emperor is willing to pay this blood capital, which is ridiculous."

They helped them up. No one looked at the man in the pool of blood, and no one saw Yan Ming's pale face.

These dead men are not the comparable existence of ordinary dead men. In the continent, everyone is a strong existence... These paintings and painters understand.

At the moment of change, a dead man was already dead!

Blood gushed out like a spring.

Yan Ming looked down at the head in his hand and knelt directly to the ground. His hand stroked the arrow on the shoulder of Huaxi and trembled. The arrow penetrated the shoulder blade of Huaxi and the ground!

Huaxi had already fainted, and the blood on the ground was long and continuous, and there was no end to that moment.

At this moment, those dead men were cold hum, and they raised their swords and came here. Yan Ming just knelt down and directly used his right hand to cut off the arrow. The moment he shook his hand, he had pierced into the brow of a dead man.

The dead man stumbled to the ground.

The wind rose suddenly, and the bloody hand still held the mask. The man in his arms looked at Yan Ming stunned. He didn't forget to lift the mask and whispered, "wear... Wear..."

Painting the river used all his strength, but he couldn't move.

The heart piercing pain spread all over her body. She only knew that her body was cold, but she didn't know that it was the cold meaning of blood red. Yan Ming held her hand and stared at her. There was blood in her eyes.

Huaxi turned pale and still smiled: "with a mask, no one knows it's you. I'm sorry, it's Xier who caused you trouble... It's Xier who caused you trouble..."

She said one sentence after another, but what she saw was Yan Ming stunned.

The mask was taken over by Yan Ming and gently buckled on the face, but the glazed eyes still lingered in the face of Huaxi, bit by bit, never left.

The number of people killed by Shan Jue in Nanyue and the number of people missing from Beiyuan's lifeline are unknown to Huaxi.

She only knew that it was complicated here. Her brother Huawu exclaimed her name. Countless dead men stabbed with a sword came towards Yan Ming. With all her strength, she turned over and blocked the sword.

The sword penetrated the back of Huaxi again, and the blood dyed the boy's neck red.

The veil of Huaxi was separated by blood. She pressed her face tightly on Yan Ming's face: "at that time, I said you came to find me, not... Not to question you and doubt you, or I can't speak, or I didn't consider you. I know I've been wrong, and my fault is that I haven't considered your situation..."

It was dense in the eyes of the painting river. She hugged him from Yan Ming's back: "I have worked hard to practice martial arts. You see, it's not useful. I'm not a useless person. I won't be in the future..."

She smiled, but the dead color in her eyes became heavier and heavier.

Yan Ming looked sideways. The demonic pupil had already dispersed. It was quiet, a dead light, and the pale sun fell. The man behind him slipped directly into his arms. He opened his mouth slightly: "useless? What is useless?"

When she asked coldly, Huaxi smiled more. She raised her hand and touched Yan Ming's mask and rubbed it gently.

At this time, everyone saw Yan Ming pick up the painted River and look at the yellow sand here with red eyes

Move without wind.

Those who came to the dead all saw the gravel, which seemed to be like what Yan Ming said, but poured up directly. Each gravel went in the opposite direction like a knife, and cut a dead man into holes in an instant.

The corpse is no longer a corpse. It's terrible and terrible.

Yan Ming still hung his eyes and said faintly, "Nian huaisu."

Nian huaisu fell in the air and directly took the bloody man from Yan Ming. She turned her back to the painter army, glanced at Shan Jue and Jiang, and came forward step by step.

The world is solemn.

The blood here flows like a river.

Shan Jue looked at Yan Ming's murderous appearance. Her face was pale. She suddenly asked, "the eighth son of Yandi is only thirteen or four years old at most this year!"

In, huaisu looked down at the man in his arms and fainted. "He has never practiced martial arts, but he has such internal power. He is heaven's fall to Eastern Shu and the future of Eastern Shu. And Shan Jue, although you are a martial arts genius, you have experienced many hardships before you have today. This is the difference between you and him, understand?"

Never practiced martial arts

Shan Jue quietly watched Yan Ming's sword penetrate the dead man's abdomen and got goose bumps all over.

Shan Jue smiled bitterly: "if he has such ability, why can't he save the girl? The girl is full of wounds? Is this his ability?"

Every sentence is a question and a sarcasm.

In, a little star moon insect in huaisu's arms came out of his sleeve and entered the eyebrow of Huaxi.

Looking at the gradual dissipation of the insect's vitality, Nian huaisu coagulated Shan Jue: "The eighth Lord has never had the heart to save people. Other people's life and death have nothing to do with him. It's always the same from beginning to end. How can it change in a moment? It's not that he hesitates to save, but that's just his habit. Other people's swords can't hurt the eighth Lord. For the eighth Lord, what are those dead people? Painting girls to save him is just superfluous. That's the answer."

Even the mother imperial concubine was executed without any thought.

Yan Ming has no intention, but he has a heart today.

With his martial arts, who in the world can save him? But Huaxi moved his mind to save him. Even if he didn't save him, could those dead really hurt Yan Ming?

——No.

In this world, no one can beat Yan Ming unless he wants to lose.

The son of troubled times was born in Eastern Shu.

If he has no intention, he is the dragon under the heaven.

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The last corpse fell to the ground and sprinkled lightly on the yellow sand battlefield. Yan Ming held his sword and looked sideways: "draw martial arts, bring Liu Luoyuan to see the king! If it's a minute late, you'll die!"

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