Blood spurting, minced meat flying, the small room fell into a mess instantlyâŠ
The dripping blood and pieces of minced meat fell on their bodies and heads from time to time, and the foul smell made them want to vomitâŠ
Qin Yuyanâs little face was extremely pale. She glanced at Murong Xue nearby from the corner of her eye, and hatred burst out in her eyes. They were standing in the room, and originally there was no trouble at all. That bitch even led the dead to kill them. What she did was really abominable!
She gently rolled the bamboo chair and quietly came behind Murong Xue. Then she gave Murong Xue a hard push, exposing her to the swords of the dead menâŠ
Murong Xue took a glance at Qin Yuyan, and then her toe tapped the ground, cleverly avoiding the dead manâs sword. She stretched out her palm and severely hit on the dead man, making the sword in the hands of the dead straight stabbing toward Qin YuyanâŠ
âHelp!â Qin Yu Yan was frightened, she dodged quickly, a sword rubbed her cheek across, her delicate little face like porcelain instantly emerged a clear mark with blood seeping out of her skin, which was especially striking in her pale little face.
A strong internal force flew in and smashed the dead in front of her. Blood and minced meat spilled all over Qin Yuyan, but she could no longer care about this. She only felt her cheek ached like being burnt. She trembling hands, gently touched her face, scarlet blood came into her view. Qin Yuyan was furious. This bitch was going to destroy her face. How wicked she was!
Qin Yuyan stretched out her hand and grabbed the sword fell on the ground, stabbing maliciously toward Murong XueâŠ
Sensing the strong evil wind coming from her back, Murong Xue just felt disdain. She dodged to the sideway to avoid the wind, the soft sword in her hand relentlessly stabbing toward Qin Yuyan. With a sound of âswishâ, the sword rubbed Qin Yuyan across her forehead, scraping out a large piece of scalp with flowing blood from her headâŠ
âAh!â Qin Yuyanâs shrill scream penetrated through the clouds and resounded through the sky.
Ye Yichen glanced at her injured scalp and cheek and frowned tightly. Murong Xue only cared about her personal grudges when facing the arch enemy, thought he.
Boom! A violent shaking came from the ground, a tall dead man in black like an iron tower emerged. He strode with his long legs with a foul smell. In a blink of eyes, he came to the room, his smelly skeleton hands like talons, reached for Murong Xue and Qin Yuyanâs heartâŠ
âBe careful!â Ye Yichen turned around and suddenly came to Murong Xue. He grabbed her by the arm, pulled her behind him, and then waved his hand to expel the dead manâŠ
Looking at the slender figure in front of her, Murong Xueâs eyebrows in tight frowns. She broke off his fingers without hesitation, pulled his hand off her arm, and then said grumpily, âThank you!â
It was just a dead man with a relatively tall figure. She could handle it all by herself and did not need the help of Ye Yichen at all. He was truly a busy body.
âYouâre welcome!â Ye Yichenâs eyes flashed unnaturally. He saw Murong Xue was in danger, so he just subconsciously rescued herâŠ
His slightly rough hand touched Murong Xueâs soft and delicate fingertip. In a flash, an electric current reached his limbs instantly, making his body stiff. His sharp eyes narrowed fiercely: What was going onâŠ
Qin Yuyan sat on a bamboo chair, staring blankly at Ye Yichen, her eyes flashing with deep shock and disbelief: Ye Yichen saved Murong Xue at the moment of his wifeâs life and death. He chose to give up her and save Murong Xue. How could this happen? Why?
Yichen used to like her the most and would consider her first in everything. For her, he ruthlessly demoted Murong Xue as a concubine. Because of the disagreement with the old Prince Jing, he rejected Murong Xue cruelly. Why did he go to save Murong Xue when both of them were in danger? Shouldnât he hate Murong Xue so much and didnât care whether she dead or alive?
She raised her head and looked at Ye Yichen with bitterness, only to find that he was looking at Murong Xue, with a little tenderness in his dark eye pupils.
He was⊠in love with Murong Xue!
Qin Yuyan only heard a loud bang on the top of her head, her mind suddenly in a blank. How could this be? Yichen belonged to her alone. How could he be in love with Murong Xue?
Qin Yuyanâs eyes became cold, she grabbed a sword, threw it toward Murong XueâŠ
Murong Xue narrowed her eyes and waved her soft sword to guide the incoming sword to rotate rapidly. The sword was thrown out instantly, arising sparks. Then the sword plunged into Qin Yuyanâs chest, dragged her out of three or four steps, and nailed her heavily to the wallâŠ
Qin Yuyan opened her eyes wide and stared at Murong Xue bitterly. Her eyes were burning with rage: She had lost to Murong Xue again. She was extremely unwilling to admit thisâŠ
Murong Xueâs eyes flashed a sharp cold light. She waved the soft sword in her hand and stabbed Qin Yuyan relentlessly. Qin Yu Yan hated her very much and would not give up until she was killed. Why should she leave Qin Yuyan a way to live? Once it was all over, the trouble would be solved.
âStop!â An indifferent voice sounded, and a big hand stretched out and gripped Murong Xueâs wrist tightly.
Murong Xue struggled hard for several times, but failed to break free. She raised her eyebrows and looked at the man, her eyes as cold as ice, âPrince Jing, you want to save your sweetheart?â Murong Xue deliberately emphasized the voice of the last word, showing endless ridicule.
Ye Yichenâs eyes flashed unnaturally and he said in a low voice, âShe is the Princess of Mo Bei. It is not good for you to kill her.â
âIn your opinion, what should I do? Keep her alive until she wakes up, and then continue to plot against me?â Murong Xue looked at him coldly, her eyes full of sarcasm: Qin Yuyan had done her a lot of harm, and she didnât want to leave herself with any more trouble.
âI wonât let her hurt you again!â He spoke in a low voice with his eyes flashing with firmness never seen before.
Murong Xue snorted scornfully. Ye Yichen liked Qin Yuyan. She would be grateful as long as he didnât help Qin Yuyan calculate her. And she never expected him to restrain Qin Yuyan for her, âAre you kidding?â
âI am not joking.â Ye Yichen looked at Murong Xue and said slowly, âIâm talking from my heart. If you donât believe me, give me three days. Within the time, I will definitely give you an explanation!â
Murong Xue sneered at in her heart, she didnât care about Ye Yichenâs explanation and disdained to listen to it. Now she just wanted to take Qin Yuyanâs lifeâŠ
Swish! There was a sudden flash of cold light, and Murong Xueâs left arm was slashed with a long gash. Blood instantly dyed red on her sleeveâŠ
âXueâer!â Ye Yichen frowned and stretched out his hand to check her injuries.
Murong Xue waved her hand and drove off his hands. Her eyes were filled with disgust, âGet out!â If he hadnât grasped her wrist tightly, she wouldnât have been stabbed by the dead man.
The dead men were armed with swords and they hacked frantically. Murong Xue squinted, took out a black round bead and threw it to themâŠ\n