The little girl kept her mouth tight and did not speak. A group of dark guards appeared in front of them, blocking their way.
"Are you afraid?" Liu Qiqi said coldly, glancing at the guard casually.
"Don't be afraid!" The little girl shook her head and squinted her eyes. There was a dangerous luster flowing in her slender peach blossom eyes.
"Well, you hide aside and watch how mother deals with them!" Liu Qiqi said coldly, reaching out to take the dead branch on the side, trying the feel, and then stepped forward across the dead branch, with her little breast behind her eyes.
Mao Xingxing said, "Wow, my mother is so handsome——"
The guards rushed forward, and Liu Qiqi's dead branches danced in sharp arcs. Every move was as beautiful as a dance, but the moment the dead branches touched them, the crowd let out shrill screams.
Liu Qiqi's white clothes are flying, her skirt is swaying, and she looks as beautiful as an elf. Her long black hair dances in a beautiful arc behind her head. The moves in her hands carry the call of death. Every time she wanders, she always brings...
Take away people's lives.
I don't know how long it took, but the corpses on the ground were covered with darkness. More and more forest guards came over. Her clear eyes became colder, and the moves in her hands became more and more cruel.
A shout came from behind, "Stop! Stop it all!"
The imperial guards retreated one after another as if they had been granted amnesty. There were patches of blood on Liu Qiqi's white sleeves, like peach blossoms in full bloom.
She held the dead branch in one hand and carried it behind her back with the other. She slowly turned around and saw the man standing under the hibiscus flower with a sad look on his face.
Yun Ya looked at her in disbelief. How could she kill so many forest guards with just one hand and a dead branch?
She, is she really still a woman?
Or, is she really still human?
Seeing that her mother had stopped fighting, the little girl hurried forward and ran to stand in front of her mother, wanting to continue to protect her.
Liu Qiqi looked at Yunya expressionlessly. Behind him came a man in bright yellow clothes. The man had gray hair, but he had a natural majesty.
She knew that this was the emperor of this country. Standing there, she still did not salute, her eyes were as cold as sub-zero, and her face was expressionless.
The old emperor was so angry that he couldn't help but tremble. He looked at the Imperial Guards who had suffered countless casualties, with a cold light in his sharp and shrewd eyes.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please make the decision for me!" From a distance, the Queen came crying, her cheeks were red and swollen, and there were still blood stains on her cheeks.
The mother of a country suffered such a beating. Where is his face? Where is his face?
The old emperor became angry and glared at Liu Qiqi, "Did you hurt the queen?"
"That's right!" Liu Qiqi said coldly.
"Qiqi, this must be a misunderstanding, right?" Yun Ya stepped forward and quickly rescued Liu Qiqi.
Liu Qiqi shook her head, "No, this is not a misunderstanding, I hurt her!"
"Why?" The old emperor looked at her coldly. If his eyes could kill, Liu Qiqi would have died eight hundred times.
Liu Qiqi sneered, "Because she deserves to be beaten!"
"Presumptuous!" the old emperor roared angrily, waving his hand decisively, "Someone, take her down, no matter whether she lives or lives!"
"Father, dad don't want it!" Yunya knelt down and begged, but the old emperor had no expression on his face as he watched a group of imperial guards step forward and surround Liu Qiqi.