After being delayed by Jiang Yuan, Mu Jieyu rushed into the execution hall and saw Xuanyuan Zhirong, who was standing at the door with his back to her, having taken off his clothes, leaving only his pure white pants.
The executioner had already raised his whip.
Seeing the whip raised high, the whistling sound of the whip cut through the air. The sharp sound was even more fierce than Jun Yuwei's just now. When the afterimage of the whip flashed across the corner of Mu Jieyu's eyes, she almost
He swooped up without thinking.
"Min'er——"
"Minmin——"
Xuanyuan Zhirong had already felt Mu Jieyu's presence when he was standing at the door. When she felt Mu Jieyu rushing towards her, it was already a step too late. The whip was strong and strong.
After being slapped on Mu Jieyu's back, the snow-white gauze immediately split open, and an ugly red mark like a centipede was immediately printed on Mu Jieyu's smooth back.
Xuanyuan Zhirong hugged Mu Jieyu. He was so angry that he swung his palm towards the executioner in the air. Before the man could make another sound, he suddenly felt like an exploded watermelon.
A cloud of blood mist spread out in the air, and no bones were left.
Xuanyuan Zhichen, who arrived at the end of Mu Jieyu's time, saw with his keen eyes the mark of the whip, revealing the butterfly tail of the birthmark of the swallowtail butterfly on Mu Jieyu's back. He immediately took off his outer robe and stepped forward.
Covering Mu Jieyu's body, he quickly raised his head and glanced at Xuanyuan Zhirong, looking away from the man who had just killed him, and involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
Xuanyuan Zhirong's blow just now was so shocking that the criminal officers in the room who had been dealing with various tortures for many years were so frightened that they broke into cold sweat and their legs became weak.
Xuanyuan Zhirong wanted to pick up Mu Jieyu, but was held down by Mu Jieyu who endured the pain. He looked at Xuanyuan Zhirong with gentle eyes like moonlight: "It's inconvenient for you, just let my second brother hold me up."
Xuanyuan Zhirong hugged Mu Jieyu tightly. His dark eyes filled with stars in the night looked at Mu Jieyu deeply. His hands holding her soft body tightened involuntarily, and his thin lips tightened.
He pursed his lips tightly.
Mu Jieyu knew that Xuanyuan Zhirong's expression meant that he was extremely angry. Xuanyuan Zhirong had always been a man who kept his emotions secret. His deepness almost made him rarely have emotions. Once he encountered something annoying,
, he will frown lightly very quickly, but he will purse his lips only when there is anger in his heart. The tighter he purses his lips, the more angry he is!
Because of knowing this, Mu Jieyu was even more afraid that Xuanyuan Zhirong would be burned by anger at this moment and expose the secret of his legs. If Xuanyuan Zhirong, who had already caused Emperor Hong'an's dissatisfaction because of her, had an extra pair at this time
The crime of deceiving the emperor was undoubtedly to stretch his neck to Emperor Hong'an's guillotine. Although she didn't know why Emperor Hong'an didn't want Xuanyuan Zhirong to be healthy, she believed that once Emperor Hong'an knew that Xuanyuan Zhirong could still stand up, even if
If you can't stand for a long time, then Emperor Hong'an will definitely put Xuanyuan Zhirong to death without mercy. In the emperor's family, there has never been a saying that a tiger's poison will not eat its seeds. As Emperor Hong'an himself said, he will not
Missing a son.
Thinking of this, Mu Jieyu couldn't help but grab Xuanyuan Zhirong's hand tightly, interlocking with his fingers, and looked at him with an almost pleading look.
Seeing Mu Jieyu's gaze, Xuanyuan Zhirong's outburst of anger was gradually suppressed, and his hand that was constantly tightening slowly loosened.