Zhu Minglie's sinister cold eyes swept across the food on the table, then across Liusu's face. She stood behind Emperor Zhu Yao, and an indescribable resentment surged in his heart.
A pair of iron fists were clenched tightly.
He heard that she couldn't eat, so he went to see her again, but he didn't expect-
His eyes became more and more gloomy, and slowly, he hid all his feelings. His gaze moved from Liusu to the emperor who was sitting on a chair, as stable as Mount Tai:
"Brother is so bold. He can still come and go alone in this heavily guarded palace."
"Fourth brother, you seem to have forgotten that the eldest brother is more familiar with this palace than you." His words were as light as the wind, but when he saw Zhu Minglie's majestic gaze, he was extremely sharp.
"Brother seems to have not taken my bronze door seriously. He has a chance to leave, but he stayed."
"Fourth brother, I'm going to find you, why do you want to leave?"
In terms of momentum and strategy, Zhu Yao Emperor surpassed Zhu Minglie because Zhu Yao Emperor was born to be a king. He was responsible for rule and was a nearly perfect person; while Zhu Minglie was Satan, which seemed to be more suitable for darkness.
The world, in such a world, its evil and cold charm leads to depravity and depravity like poppy.
"Say!" Suddenly, Emperor Zhu Yao slapped his palm, and the table was split in an instant. Xiaobao and Leng Mei were shocked, and Liusu was also depressed by his anger.
None of them had ever seen Emperor Zhu Yao have such a big temper, and the people in the entire hall dared not say anything.
In an instant, Emperor Zhuyao became the master of the palace.
"Zhu Minglie! Thirteen is sorry for you, you will be tragically murdered!" Emperor Zhu Yao looked at Zhu Minglie with a full momentum of rising to the sky. Thirteen was his beloved younger brother. He blamed himself for his past to be too much for him.
Too harsh.
"Confusing the royal bloodline, and Qin Cen State and the Riyao Dynasty have an irreconcilable hatred. What's wrong with killing him?" Zhu Minglie's tone was so cold and ruthless that it seemed that he had never met Zhu Yetong.
The same thing happened.
"oh?"
"Those who obey me will prosper and those who go against me will perish! I am the master of this palace and the monarch of the world. If I want to kill, I will kill you!"
"What you mean is that I, King Lanling, cannot escape the fate of being killed by you today?" Emperor Zhu Yao stood up and walked to Zhu Minglie.
Liusu looked at the two people fighting against each other, her hands tugged together, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat.
Zhu Minglie didn't say anything.
He crossed Zhuyao Emperor to look at Liusu behind him, but Liusu's gaze was...
His subordinates tightened and immediately said coldly, "Yes!"
"Okay! The fourth brother, listen, today, not only will the eldest brother leave the palace, but he will also take Liusu and our daughter away!"
"I have never doubted my brother's ability."
Two sights, one ice and one fire, blended in the air.
Finally, I don't know how it started.
Liusu felt that there was a melee in Yunni Palace, and the thirteen masters of Zhu Yao Emperor fought with Zhu Minglie's bronze gate.
In the chaos, one hand held her hand tightly, turned around, hugged her in her arms, and fought hard.
Blood splattered the white clothes, life and death were picturesque.
She looked up and Emperor Zhu Yao looked at her, "Go!"
She followed him, climbed up the maroon horse and galloped outside the palace.
The horse galloped and flew across the palace walls.
In a fight, who finally got the world?
And who lost her to the world?
"Qi Luo..." Liusu exclaimed, and Zhu Yunni stood at the palace gate with Qi Luo in her arms.
Zhu Yaohuang bent down and picked up Xiao Qiluo.
Zhu Yaohuang's white robe was fluttering, his face was domineering and looking down on the world. The delicate woman in his arms and his spiritual daughter were the only ones.
She turned around and rode a horse to the horse, holding the cold iron sword in her hand. The sword emitted a fearful light, his handsome face as Shura, and his deep eyes stared at him.
He was so cold that there was no temperature at all, but Luo Nian saw his sword-holding hand trembling.
"Your Majesty, why are you doing this?" Luo Nian murmured, sighing in his heart for Zhu Minglie.
And Liusu also felt the grief and loneliness in his heart. She suddenly remembered the one who stood under the leaves of the floating sycamore tree at the gate of Jinse Palace, muttering a poem in her mouth, being ridiculed and treated coldly by the emperor in front of everyone.
The Fourth Master, who was mistakenly thought that she was unable to think about jumping into the lake, is here.
He... is actually...it's not easy, but... Thirteen's death...
Her heart was burned by fire, and it was in great pain. She fell into a deep abyss. In front of Zhu Minglie and the dead Zhu Yetong, she was doomed.
The horse is about to jump out of the palace wall.
"Uncle, mother, where are we going?" Suddenly, Xiao Qiluo, who was confused, looked up and asked.
"Go to the emperor and uncle." Emperor Zhu Yao said.
"Dather, are you going?" Xiao Qiluo turned around and asked when he saw Zhu Minglie standing alone in the imperial city, wearing a mysterious black dragon robe.
Zhu Yao's hand tightened, and the horse suddenly stopped.
"Father is alone, so lonely. Mom, you and the uncle go to the place you are going to. I will stay with my father, okay?" Xiao Qiluo's tender voice and innocent and cute expression are so moving.
.
She also saw Wuyazi standing far away and looking at her.
He once said that she will be her little book boy for the rest of her life? Then should she be her little master for the rest of her life?
Until now, she still doesn't know her life experience.
And Liusu knew Zhu Minglie’s love for Qi Luo, so she never mentioned it…
"Look, my father's hands are dirty. He has no mother. No one can wipe his hands with a handkerchief. I'll wipe him..."
Emperor Zhu Yao was shocked. His daughter really had his style.
He looked at Liusu, Liusu nodded..."
"Qiluo, go, remember to love and take good care of your father, do you know?"
Zhu Yaohuang bent down and put Xiao Qiluo down.
"Qiluo, my father loves you very much." Liusu said to his daughter.
Xiao Qiluo nodded, then turned around and walked towards Zhu Minglie-
"Father, let's go." Xiao Qiluo's small, soft hand penetrated into Zhu Minglie's big palm, raised a small pink and jade-carved face and said.
Zhuyao Emperor rode his horse and Liusu left the palace.