Traveling through the elf palace master play the king

Qingqing knelt in front of the empty and nameless spiritual tablet and whispered softly, "Xiaoyue, although our time together was short, you risked your life to save me. I will remember this friendship for a lifetime. Don't worry, I will definitely avenge this revenge." Qingqing's eyes

Looking at the murderer standing in the distance, the murderous aura is approaching.

Standing in the distance, Yue Ye was frightened by this murderous aura. The look in this woman's eyes was terrifying. Unexpectedly, she had such an imperial domineering look, which made people's hearts tremble. Yue Ye secretly made up her mind to get rid of this scourge as soon as possible to avoid future troubles.

Qingqing felt a stream of heat gushing out of her chest, and a stream of blood spurted out of her mouth. Her body softened and she fell down. Murong Mingxun hugged the fainting Qingqing in time like the wind.

"Hurry and tell the old doctor to "Wangyue Pavilion", go quickly!" Murong Mingxun quickly ran to the garden where Qingqing lived. His heart was entirely on his arms and the unconscious person, and he didn't care if he walked too fast.

When asked what to do next, everyone looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes. No one dared to act without permission if the village owner didn't say anything.

The "Wangyue Pavilion" mentioned just now is the main garden of the villa. Only the owner of the villa can live there. Even the owner's future wife cannot stay overnight. This is the rule of the ancestors. I didn't expect that Murong Mingxun would ignore it for the sake of Qingqing.

Family training.

Yue Ye cleared her throat, "Just do whatever you have to do! You two, bury Miss Xiao Yue properly, and don't make the young village owner unhappy, understand?" As soon as they heard that the group was disbanded, everyone seemed to have heard of an amnesty, and cheered.

There was no one left, and there were still a few people waiting for the eminent monk to finish reciting the sutras at the left and bury Xiaoyue.

Han Yan, who had been silent all this time, stood there, looking at Murong Mingxun's disappearing figure in the distance. She felt so hateful. Yue Ye walked to her side and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Have you considered it?"

Han Yan thought about it and nodded as if he would make up his mind, "Well, coming to "Moonlight Pavilion" at night must be carefully planned and must be foolproof. I can't stand failure." After saying that, he left quickly, the moonlight night behind him

Showing a sly smile.

Once a woman wants to be ruthless, she is more terrifying than a man. Muyu Qingqing, I think you still have a few lives left. I have to kill you this time. In Yue Ye's eyes, I seemed to see Qingqing lying in a pool of blood, and the blood bloomed like a beautiful flower.

He couldn't help laughing, causing several servants to look at him in surprise.

"It's really cool to be able to laugh on this occasion," a servant said in a low voice.

"You don't want your life. In this manor, firstly, you can't talk about the owner of the manor. Secondly, you can't talk about Yue Ye." The other servant's face turned livid, and he secretly glanced at Yue Ye's figure from time to time.

"Shut your mouth if you want to live." Yue Ye's voice sounded from behind several people, and several servants were frightened and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Yue Ye snorted coldly, turned around and left. He didn't have time to get entangled with these low-class people now. He had more important things to do.