Quick Transmigration: The villain made the hero cry again

Chapter 84 The traitorous female minister who was raped and beheaded by her entire family 41

Shen Chen raised his chin slightly and his voice was cold.

"Do you know why evil has always prevailed over good since ancient times?"

Feng Louyin frowned, feeling uneasy in his heart.

"Because villains die because they talk too much." A gentle smile appeared on her face.

In an instant.

White snow floated on the palace walls, and countless soldiers in armor poured out from the walls, corners, and steps.

They wore silver armor and were well equipped.

Many of the guards below also rebelled and pointed their swords at the people around them.

Fenglou was shocked and shouted: "Get Shen Chen quickly."

The guards around him rushed towards Shen Chen,

But she broke his neck one by one and threw him down. The white marble steps were stained with blood. As there were fewer and fewer people around him, he became more and more panicked.

It's over.

Didn't he know that all of this was Shen Chen's trick, and she didn't even drink the wine that was laced with cartilage powder.

Or maybe Qingxuan didn't put any medicine in her wine at all.

He glanced at Qingxuan, an emotional fool.

There was not much expression on Qingxuan's face. He looked at Shen Chen infatuatedly. She was killing and decisive like an evil ghost crawling from hell, mercilessly breaking the necks of her subordinates.

But she is so charming like this.

Make his heart beat hard.

At the higher level, Yuhua, who was supposed to be in the bridal chamber, was also wearing silver armor, holding a spear, and leading his soldiers in a bloody battle. The ministers were frightened and fled in all directions.

Lin Shang also appeared next to Shen Chen at this time. She held an ink bamboo umbrella and handed Shen Chen a clean handkerchief.

With her appearance, the soldiers on the city wall drew their long bows, rain of swords swung down, and for a while, wailing could be heard everywhere.

Fenglou Yin and Qingxuan's men retreated steadily, and the remaining remnants protected Fenglou Yin and Qingxuan, retreating slowly, fighting with their lives to find a way out for them.

Shen Chen slowly wiped his blood-stained hands.

Unfortunately, they were still outnumbered in the end, and the remaining few hundred people were still surrounded under the city wall.

Today's imperial palace can be said to be littered with corpses and rivers of blood.

The ministers were put in place by Yuhua and protected behind him.

Feng Louyin raised his head and looked up at Shen Chen.

"Shen Chen, you are so calculating."

Shen Chen smiled and waved his hand, signaling Lin Shang to put away his bamboo umbrella.

"Concession."

Feng Louyin gritted his teeth: "You are really a cold-hearted person. You can even plan your brother's wedding. I underestimated you."

As he spoke, a weird smile appeared on his face.

"Then do you care about your brother?"

In the flash of lightning, a minister standing next to Yuhua held a dagger and plunged it into her neck.

"General!"

Before anyone could react, the minister also committed suicide.

Yuhua fell to the ground, with hot blood pouring from her neck. Her body twitched, and her hands tightly covered her neck. The surrounding soldiers rushed forward to treat her.

Feng Louyin said with a smile: "Tell me, will your brother blame you?"

"Would he hate you forever?"

"You killed his bride on his wedding night."

Shen Chen didn't expect that her eyes were looking at Fenglou Yin with some deep eyes.

Qingxuan looked at the scene in front of him calmly. The white snow fell on him one after another, and he was as silent as a pure snowman.

He pulled out the hairpin and stabbed it towards Fenglou.

But I don't want to have a cold flash of light.

His wrist hurt, and his gold hairpin fell into the snow without making any sound.

Fenglou took a step back: "Qingxuan, you lunatic."

"You actually want to kill me."

"Do you think she will let you go if you kill me?"

Qingxuan didn't speak, and three thousand black hairs poured down, dancing in the cold wind, covering the expression on his face. His face was white and transparent, and he tilted his head in confusion, looking at his painful wrist.

He saw that cold light coming from Shen Chen's sleeves.

(End of chapter)