They had seen Liu Yue's face change when she was furious, it was a direct transition.
But I have never seen Liuyue with such a significant color change, but the slowness makes people feel chills standing on end.
Such a change of expression...
Qiuhen and Yanhu began to hold their breath and concentrate. Based on their experience, this was definitely a precursor to the outbreak of a level 30 sea tornado.
"Bang." And while the two of them were frightened at Liu Yue, Xuanyuan Che was still in a very good mood with the corner of his mouth slightly raised.
At this time, his face was still and he had no expression.
Really, there is no such thing as a sinking face or a livid face, but a blank, completely blank expression.
However, the luminous cup in Xuanyuan Che's hand broke.
Qiu Hen and Yan Hu's eyes widened as they watched the piece shatter into Xuanyuan Che's hands, but it was wrapped by his inner power and did not fall off.
Instead, Xuanyuan Che pinched the soil slowly and repeatedly.
I saw that the luminous cup was cruelly damaged into powder.
Not normal, so abnormal.
Danger, absolutely dangerous.
Yanhu and Qiuhen looked at each other, each on tight guard.
They have never seen their emperor and empress look like this, this...
"Bang." Xuanyuan Che slapped the Flying Pigeon Letter in his hand on the table, stood up coldly and shouted in a deep voice: "Speed up, I must get to Mohe within three days."
On the third day, Yanhu and Qiuhen jumped up immediately.
This is at least a thousand miles away. How is it possible in three days? Could something have happened to the prince and princess?
At the moment, he didn't care about the offense and immediately took the flying pigeon letter that Xuanyuan Che had dropped and read it.
"Getting married..." A surprised voice.
"Bridal chamber..." the voice rose louder.
"Love..." The voice was as sharp as a needle.
"******..." Everything disappeared, leaving only the shrill voice that cut through the sky.
Yanhu and Qiuhen held the flying pigeon and passed the letter, which was messy in the wind.
In the midst of this chaos, Liu Yue slowly stood up and slammed her fist down with a blank expression. The sandalwood table and the luminous cup on the table were immediately broken into pieces.
Liu Yue continued to turn around and leave with an expressionless face, but a very cold roar came from the sea breeze: "Ouyang Yufei, if I don't cut you into pieces, I will take your fucking last name."