1039. Chapter 1039 Yuan Hongxi: Are you afraid of Yin'er?
Upon seeing this, Zhao En immediately killed an enemy at hand and flew to Yuan Hongxi's side: "Your Majesty, I'm here to support you!"
"You are optimistic about Yin'er." After saying that, Yuan Hongxi asked Zhao En to take care of Muyin, took out the folding fan and swung it at Yuan Hongchou.
The folding fan is as hard as steel, and Yuan Hongchou's ordinary knife is indestructible.
Yuan Hongxi used a fan to block with one hand, and at the same time he approached to attack. His skills were already better than Yuan Hongchou's, but in front of him, Yuan Hongchou's height and skill were at a disadvantage.
Before long, his subordinates fell to the ground one by one, gritting their teeth and holding on. Yuan Hongchou seemed to be defending his last dignity.
"Third brother, do you want to be accused of killing your brother?" With a cold smile, Yuan Hongchou was still trying to figure out how to escape from his grasp and survive.
This can remind Yuan Hongxi that he is his younger brother and he must take into account the brotherhood.
And...it's also for his good reputation.
It's a pity that Yuan Hongchou made a miscalculation. If he hadn't touched Muyin, if he hadn't stepped on Yuan Hongxi's bottom line, Yuan Hongxi might have spared his whole body, but...
With a cold smile, the moves in Yuan Hongxi's hand became more and more fierce and fast. In the blink of an eye, the weapon in Yuan Hongchou's hand was knocked off. A folding fan produced countless sharp blades and cut straight towards Yuan Hongchou's artery.
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He was merciless and merciless, and he didn't even bother to say anything to Yuan Hongchou.
This time...he was really angry.
The blood was flowing like crazy, and Yuan Hongchou even didn't believe it. He stretched out his hand and touched the blood on the artery. His hands were full of blood and bright red.
"You..." Yuan Hongchou seemed to want to say something else, but was unable to do so.
Yuan Hongxi didn't want to look at him again and said directly to Zhao En: "Send him down."
After a pause, he smiled coldly, "Let the storytellers announce to the world that Yuan Hongchou was born from the adultery of Concubine Qi and Shimo. And Yuan Hongchou's room displays the spiritual tablets of Concubine Qi and Shimo. Concubine Qi is the mother, and Concubine Shimo is the son of Yuan Hongchou.
Mo is my father."
It's not that he's not cruel at ordinary times, it's that he really doesn't want to do anything to his brother. Yuan Hongchou just used "brotherhood" to stimulate him. Oh, do you think he has no way to deal with him?
Zhao En understood this and asked people to drag Yuan Hongchou down and leave.
The blood is still gushing out. It's easy to commit suicide, but unfortunately... the real killing lasts for a while, and you can't die immediately. You will see your own blood flowing out and gushing out, and enjoy the fear of death.
Yuan Hongxi's technique is very good, not too much or too little, and he doesn't plan for anyone to treat Yuan Hongchou. Yuan Hongchou can enjoy this experience very well.
Until, death.
When Muyin saw Yuan Hongchou's miserable state, she felt a little sympathetic at first, but when she thought about the moment he kissed her, she felt disgusted.
She has never been a holy mother. If others are good to her, that's good.
When Yuan Hongchou stabbed herself in the stomach with a knife, she didn't feel afraid. His fierce eyes seemed to kill her.
Sighing, Muyin shook his head. Although the death of Yuan Hongchou's mother and concubine was related to him, he looked pitiful to him, so he couldn't help but give him a chance to take advantage of it.
There must be something hateful about poor people.
Seeing her lowering her head and thinking deeply, Yuan Hongxi could not help but hug her from behind and said softly: "Yin'er, did you scare me?"
Muyin shook his head: "It's nothing, just my stomach..." Huh? She remembered that her stomach still hurt a little at first, but why didn't it hurt now?
