Empress: I didn't expect that all my son-in-laws would be reborn

Seeing this, Song Zhiyu immediately concentrated her attention, her face was full of vigilance, and she wanted to get up and leave this place, but just as she was about to leave, she found that her legs and hands were tied up.

She gritted her teeth and struggled to break away, keeping an eye on the movements of the two brothers from the corner of her eye.

But the more she struggled to break free, the tighter the rope became. Not only was the rope not untied, but the rope tightened even more tightly. There were also red marks on her ankles and wrists.

Song Zhiyu's skin was already fair, but these red marks were shocking. Her hair was slightly messy, and she looked very pitiful.

"Hey! The beauty is awake!"

When this voice sounded, Song Zhiyu's face instantly turned ugly. She gritted her teeth and glared at the brothers, feeling even more anxious.

The brothers watched Song Zhiyu struggling to escape, as if they were watching a mouse in a cage!

"Beauty, just give up. If you try to break free from this knot, it will get tighter and tighter. Your skin will be pinched and it will make us feel so distressed to see you. You are right, brother."

Facing the two brothers approaching step by step, Song Zhiyu's eyes became even colder. Knowing that she couldn't escape, she stopped struggling and her head spun rapidly, thinking about how to escape.

When the two of them touched her clothes, Song Zhiyu's eyes were filled with murderous intent. She stared at the two brothers and said coldly.

"If you dare to touch this palace, you will be doomed! This palace will cut off your skin and flesh one by one, chop them into pieces and feed them to the dogs!"

"Oh yo yo, I'm so scared, beauty. Look who will come to save you now. Why don't you just follow us two brothers, and you will suffer less and be happier."

While the man was talking, he reached out his hand to touch Song Zhiyu's face, but Song Zhiyu turned her head to avoid it.

The man was not annoyed. He wanted to continue teasing Song Zhiyu, but an urging voice came from his side: "Okay, hurry up, we are still in a hurry."

As soon as these words came out, the man felt that they were very reasonable. He stretched out his hand to Song Zhiyu, preparing to take off her clothes.

From the corner of her eye, Song Zhiyu saw a green lotus dress. Her eyes moved, and the figure of Jue Qingchen immediately appeared in her mind.

The next moment, the green lotus-colored clothes swayed and flashed directly in front of the two men. Before the man could react, he killed them with a sword.

Seeing that his brother was killed and the remaining one's eyes were scarlet, he clenched his fists and roared, holding the dagger in his hand and rushing towards Jue Qingchen's direction.

Jue Qingchen dealt with this indifferently. He held his sword behind his back and blocked the man's first attack. The latter did not believe in evil and continued to attack, but Jue Qingchen dealt with them one by one.

He suddenly understood that he was no match for Jue Qingchen, and staggered back a few steps. Panic replaced revenge in his eyes. He turned around and wanted to leave, but was unable to move faster than Jue Qingchen's sword.

He paused in his tracks, lowered his head and looked at the sharp sword from his chest, blood slowly leaving the corner of his mouth.

After finishing the two men neatly and cleanly, Jue Qingchen turned around and strode up to Song Zhiyu. He looked down at Song Zhiyu's appearance at the moment, with a cold face. He raised his left hand holding the sword and swung it directly at Song Zhiyu.

The cold light shone, and Song Zhiyu closed her eyes subconsciously, but the moment she closed her eyes, she clearly felt that her hands and feet were free.

Slowly opening her eyes, her peach blossom eyes stared at Jue Qingchen's face. Thinking of the words of the wretched man just now, several key points connected in her mind, and she immediately guessed that it was a good show planned by Jue Qingchen.

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