As soon as Mu Jieyu stepped into the courtyard, his cold eyes met Xuanyuan Zhirong, who was looking up from under the vine flower stand. Those dark and deep phoenix eyes seemed to be able to penetrate into people's souls, so dark that it made people feel like they were in darkness.
Cold.
Ning Qingsang looked at Xuanyuan Zhirong in surprise when she saw Mu Jieyu.
Xuanyuan Zhirong waved his white and broad palm towards Ning Qingsang: "Step back first."
Ning Qingsang moved her lips and finally left without saying a word.
There were only two people facing each other from a distance in the yard, one with ice-like eyes and the other with pale phoenix eyes. Various vines hanging from the shelves were swaying gently in the breeze.
Mu Jieyu's eyes turned into sharp knives, and he looked at Xuanyuan Zhirong sharply, with a little bit of hatred in his eyes, as if he wanted to tear apart this fairy-like and elegant man in front of him, and look under this gorgeous skin.
, what kind of cold heart does he have!
Mu Jieyu's violent aura was too strong for Xuanyuan Zhirong to ignore. He stopped playing the piano across his knees, raised his eyes and said quietly: "I wonder if the princess has any advice?"
A sudden strong wind blew up the plain yarn, and the slender figure was stabbed like an arrow.
Xuanyuan Zhirong did not move at all, as if he did not feel the cold murderous aura. Even when the silver sword light flashed across the corner of his eyes, he did not even move his eyebrows. Until the delicate and sharp silver sword lay across his
He felt a slight tingling pain on his shoulders and the arteries in his neck. He remained calm and calm, looking at Mu Jieyu quietly with a faint smile on his thin lips.
Mu Jieyu's hand holding the hilt of the sword was trembling slightly. For a moment, she really wanted to kill the man in front of her with one sword. She wondered if without this man's existence, all the people she cared about would be gone.
She would no longer be threatened. But she, who had always been decisive, suddenly stopped at the most critical moment. It wasn't that she didn't dare, it wasn't that she didn't want to, but she didn't even know why her hand stopped.
After being cruel, Mu Jieyu wanted to take action again, but unfortunately there seemed to be a force in her body that was blocking her. She couldn't move even half an inch. After struggling several times, she finally gave up, turned her wrist, and put the sword into her sleeve.
, looking at Xuanyuan Zhirong with cold eyes: "No matter what the prince is planning, it is best to stop it here. If you hurt the people I care about, even if we die together, I will make the prince pay a heavy price!"
Mu Jieyu's warning made the slight curve of Xuanyuan Zhirong's lips deepen a little: "When I act, I never turn back when I draw my bow."
"Power and the throne are really that important to you? So important that you can kill your own aunt and then hang the butcher knife on your brother's head regardless of human ethics? If you are such a dehumanizing person, even if you let
If you win the world, sooner or later you will end up betraying your relatives and alienating your relatives!" Mu Jieyu almost roared.
"My princess does not need to worry about my fate." Xuanyuan Zhi was indifferent to Mu Jieyu's words.
Seeing Xuanyuan Zhirong like this, Mu Jieyu became even more angry and resentful, but was helpless. She clenched her hands tightly into fists and said, "Xuanyuan Zhirong, listen, if you dare to attack your second brother, I will definitely kill him with my own hands."
Your life!"
After saying that, Mu Jieyu didn't look at Xuanyuan Zhirong again, turned around and flew away.
After Mu Jieyu left, Ning Qingsang stepped out and looked at Xuanyuan Zhirong in confusion: "Master, why..."
Before she could finish her words, she was forced back by a cold look from Xuanyuan Zhirong.