Qianxun was shocked and angry. Although sometimes she felt that life was more important than body, she could no longer control herself at this moment!
"Dog Emperor, go to die!"
Qianxun shouted coldly, and the pink fist hit Murong Chenzhe's chest with a thump.
However, how can this small pink fist deal with the tall man Murong Chenzhe?
With a bang, the poor Qianxun was thrown on the dragon couch again. She raised her angry little face, Murong Chenzhe sneered, and his big hand tightly pinched Qianxun's neck.[
The air suddenly became less, and Qianxun's chest tightened and she was extremely suffocating.
Murong Chenzhe's eyes shone with Ye Binglong and excited light. He stretched out his devilish tongue and licked his dry lips. Qianxun gritted his teeth and waved his arms constantly.
"Xun'er, be obedient, otherwise I..."
Before he finished speaking, Murong Chenzhe felt a pause in his heart, and a kind of pain spread out from his heart.
He stopped and Qianxun took the opportunity to push him away, his eyes filled with coldness like a thousand-year-old heavy ice.
"Little girl..." Murong Chenzhe's voice trembled, and a greater pain penetrated into his heart and merged into his blood again!
He couldn't help but scream in pain, and no longer cared about the emperor's appearance, he fell to the ground and began to roll.
Qianxun was delighted, it turned out that this was a poisonous curse?
"Damn girl... I'll give me the curse method..."
Murong Chenzhe said intermittently, his eyes full of pain. With a big hand, he pulled off the tiger skin on the dragon couch, revealing a piece of jade white table.
Qianxun jumped quickly, jumped off the dragon couch, and took out a short dagger from his arms, hesitating.
If he is killed, he will be guilty of regicide and no one can protect him, right?
If she didn't kill him, she might torture her again when she recalled the method of resolving the spell, and the people around him were not simple...
boom!
Before Qianxun could think about it, the door was kicked open. The two of them flew in lightning and went to the edge of the dragon couch to help Murong Chenzhe up.
Needless to say, it must be the country and wishful thinking.
Qianxun took a few steps back, and the two of them broke in, and there was no chance.
With a sneer, Qianxun put the dagger in his arms and turned around and walked out of Fengle Palace with big strides.