My Little Mom is the Richest

"Ah...ah!..." The screams of the guards kept coming to my ears, and then the sound disappeared, and the black mist gradually dispersed like the wind. When I lowered my head again, I saw that there was still a guard under me? There is only one dry piece of clothing left. Wait, clothes? ! So are those clothes just now? And that black smoke couldn't be the ghost we saw before, right?

Suddenly Mingyue Jun seemed to begin to understand, but before she could fully understand, she was surrounded by more than a dozen swords, and the sword holders were the pair of guards who came later.

"Who is this monster?! How dare you hurt people in my palace?!" the captain of the guard shouted loudly.

"Hurt people?! No! I didn't kill them!" It can be said that the waves are rising again and again. Before he has reacted to the incident just now, and even without time to be afraid, Mingyue Jun found that he seemed to be trapped. There was a fatal misunderstanding, so he hurriedly argued.

"Joke! We have seen it with our own eyes, and you still want to deny it?" At this point, the captain of the guard paused and suddenly asked: "Hearing what you said, are there other people who were killed?!"

"I!"

"Go and look for me!" Before Lord Mingyue could say anything, the captain of the guard gave the order.

"No!" The two guards sheathed their swords and followed the order. After a while, he came over with several sets of clothes for the guards and said, "Come to the captain of the guard! We found eight pieces of clothing over there, all belonging to the palace guards. Add the two pieces here for a total of eight pieces. Please take a look at the chief of the guard." "

"That's right! But the total number of ten pieces is just right!" The captain of the guard checked the clothes one by one, with sadness on his face. The other guards were the same, thinking that the woman in front of him was the one who killed someone he had worked with for many years. Everyone could not hide their anger at the murderer of their good brother, and seemed ready to kill him with their swords at any time.

"It's not me! It's really not me! I'm just an ordinary person. I don't know any martial arts, and I haven't practiced any spells. I have no ability to kill them! Please believe me!" Mingyue Jun repeatedly requested sincerely, "If I really So powerful, how could you catch them so easily? I really didn’t kill these people, really not!"

"Take it back! Wait until your Majesty is informed before dealing with it!" the captain of the guard ordered after thinking for a moment.

"No!" Several guards came as ordered, tied up Mingyue Jun and took him away.

At noon, on a rare sunny day, the warm late winter sun shines on people so comfortably that they make people feel sleepy. If Mingyue Jun was not tied to the torture rack and waiting for the demon-killing three-flavored true fire, he would definitely be thinking about it at this moment. I am so happy with this rare sunny weather. Unexpectedly, things are unpredictable, and who would have thought that the pair of cross-necked mandarin ducks who were so affectionate and affectionate last night are now in a coma, and the fate is unpredictable, and the other is about to be burned into ashes.

Here is the ancestral hall of the Qingxu royal family and the largest temple in the Qingxu Kingdom - Fuxi Temple execution platform. Around the execution platform, guards were standing guard with expressionless faces. Many of them were familiar faces. They were the same ones who testified in front of everyone in the court that they turned into black mist resentful spirits and sucked people's essence.

Under the execution platform, a group of nobles and ministers stood solemnly. A person in the front stood with his head held high. His temples were slightly gray, and his warm temperament was somewhat similar to Feng Xueyang. There was a hint of cunning in that peaceful demeanor. . ,,.