"Do you even hate me who is stained with blood?" A calm and trembling voice sounded from her ears.
His face became paler and paler, and the breath from his whole body continued to drain. Even the voice he spoke was very soft... almost inaudible...
The woman became even more frightened and covered her head with her hands: "No... no... I didn't mean to kill you... I didn't mean to kill you..."
Seeing the blood on his chest flowing more and more, and his face getting paler, she was afraid of panic, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
She didn't expect that he would take back his palm, she didn't expect that he could do this. Everything was her original intention, not her original intention...
"I'm sorry...I lied to you...I'm not Yue..."
"Feng Xinglie, you should have seen that the person Wushuang loves is me, not you. She is now the Empress of Dongshan!" Before the woman could finish her words, Gui Wangshan stepped forward and stopped her body, his eyes darkening.
Staring at Feng Xinglie.
"No...I'm not..." Before she could say anything, her voice was silent, and a hand from behind accurately touched her acupuncture point.
Feng Xinglie's body was crumbling, but he seemed to have thought of something beautiful, and a happy and warm smile appeared on his lips... He saw Shuang'er waving to him and smiling at her...
"King!" Feng Lingye flew forward and caught Feng Xinglie, who had closed his eyes. His iron-blooded expression turned ferocious in an instant, and he turned to stare at the two of them fiercely: "The Dragon King and Dongshan are not at odds with each other!"
The Ghost King sneered, not caring at all: "The war has begun."
The woman in his arms was trying to break away and was breathing rapidly. The man's despair shocked her. She was killed by her beloved in pain and despair... No, she was not Yue Wushuang, she was not Yue Wushuang...
Her heart hurt as if it was being cut by a knife, and in the blink of an eye she glared at the Ghost King fiercely, and he secretly sealed her mouth so that she could not say anything.
Feng Lingye glared at the Ghost King angrily, glanced at the people around him, without a single pause, turned around, hugged Feng Xinglie and jumped up to the spiritual vulture above: "Let's go."
The people fighting below were unwilling to do so, but no one dared to betray the prince's order and gradually retreated.
Naturally, the Dongshan troops did not dare to pursue him. With such devilish tactics, they were afraid that they would not be able to make it in time. How could they still dare to pursue him?
The Ghost King narrowed his eyes. If Feng Xinglie had not been injured today, Dongshan would definitely be in danger. He turned to look at the person in his arms, with a cold aura around him. This person was not Yue Wushuang. He had the same appearance, but he was definitely not the same person!
Mu Jiao, who was under the mask, met the Ghost King's eyes. She was horrified in her heart. She kept stepping back, staring at the cold man. A trace of hatred arose in her heart. For Yue Wushuang, he did not hesitate to use despicable means.
Why can't he be like her, and when he loves someone, he is satisfied just by seeing him happy and living a good life? Why is his heart so cruel...
"King..." The guard at the rear stepped forward in a low voice.
The Ghost King's eyes turned cold, he turned around and the flames rose: "Get out!"
The murderous word made everyone tremble. The current king was too terrifying, and his aura was too heavy. Seeing this, the guards in the entire square did not dare to disturb him in the slightest, and slowly retreated.
In less than half an hour, only the Ghost King and Mu Jiao were left in the square, as well as the bald monk hiding behind the palace gate...
Maitreya's body was in tatters, and Dongshan was in chaos today. He finally escaped from the dungeon, but saw the scene of Feng Xinglie with no hands. He was shocked. He didn't know what happened these days, and it would end like this.
Ever since he was caught by the Ghost King that day, he was the disciple of the monk with the strongest spiritual power at the top of the Heavenly King, so the Ghost King didn't give him too much trouble. After all, in this world, the master's status is very high.
The Ghost King had been locked up in the dungeon for almost four months. Since there was no one to guard the dungeon, he was allowed to escape.
However, they left before they could call Feng Lingye to stop...
Staring closely at the people on the square, the more he looked, the more something was wrong. A woman like Yue Wushuang would never show such an expression, let alone be afraid of anyone. No, something was very wrong!
Maitreya frowned. When he first came to the top of the Heavenly King, he had too many conspiracies and calculations. Now he realizes that being a monk is the best. Imagine living on the mountain for the past twenty years, how cool it was!
The man on the square looked at each other. The Ghost King's eyes were full of anger and he did not hide it at all. He stretched out his hand a little. Mu Jiao felt relieved and her mouth moved.
He raised his hand, grasped Mu Jiao's neck, and lifted her up, his anger rising continuously.
"Tell me who you are." The cold voice was sharper than the cold wind.
Mu Jiao kept kicking her legs, her cheeks turned red and she was almost suffocating. She stared coldly at the person in front of her and kept silent.
The Ghost King was completely angry. With a flick of his fingers, he threw her two meters away: "If you don't say anything, I will make you live and die!"
Mu Jiao's body almost exploded when she said "normal".
"Kill me if you can. Life and death don't matter to me anyway." Mu Jiao raised her eyes and sneered. Today she had completely seen through him. Love could turn him into a devil. His heart and actions were no longer the same.
Under control...
"I ask you for the last time, where did Yue Wushuang go!" He no longer asked who she was, who she was was not important in his eyes, Yue Wushuang, only Yue Wushuang was everything in his life!
Mu Jiao choked and stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. She had killed Yue Wushuang's husband. She no longer had the face to face her. The moment the hairpin pierced his chest, she had never felt like this before.
Confused.
Such a cold-blooded man could sit like this for Yue Wushuang. Who in the world can do it?
"She is gone. You will never find her. Love, you are not worthy of saying love to her at all. You have sealed her memory and made her forget her husband. Dongshan Ghost King, you are so despicable. I, Mu Jiao, am blind.
That's why I fell in love with you!" She never thought that she would hate him so much.
The secret love of ten years has never been spoken out, because she knows that he will not love her. A harem beauty is not what she wants. Three thousand Fendai argue for a husband, but she does not want it!
For ten years, she has only been by his side as a cousin, looking at him and accompanying her. Only in this way does she have a unique status in his heart, an identity without obligation - the only cousin!