In front of Huarong Alley, the common people of Beiyue surrounded the entrance of the alley.
In front of the wall of floating clouds at the end, the man fell to the ground, looking up at the oncoming girl in horror.
The girl held a machete in her hand, and the strong wind lifted up her three thousand white hair. She raised her lips with a bloodthirsty smile, walked a few steps forward, and walked to Bei Yueming. She looked down from a high position, and her scarlet eyes stared at the once stunning but now embarrassed figure.
man.
Again and again!
Bei Yueming challenged her limits and patience again and again, and this time, she would never let it go again.
Just like she will not let go of Bei Yue Emperor in the future.
"Ye Qingge, I am the prince of Beiyue, how dare you!" Beiyue Ming said in panic when he saw Qingge raising the Mingwang sword.
Qing Ge curled her lips and smiled coldly, raised the knife in her hand, and dropped one of her arms to the ground. Bei Yueming's miserable cry echoed through the clouds, and everyone looked at this bloody scene in shock.
Qingge's face was as cold as frost, and the blood demon blades in his body burst out, whizzing towards Bei Yueming. Countless blood demon blades shuttled past Bei Yueming's body, and the black robe on his body was weighed in a pile in the blink of an eye.
The rags of clothes fell all over the floor, and the white body was displayed in front of everyone.
The cold wind blew on Bei Yueming's body. Bei Yueming looked down and saw that he was naked and exposed. He raised his eyes again and saw that there were many people gathered behind him. This time, no one would cover him.
Wearing the outer robe, Bei Yue Ming became Bei Yue's laughing stock and became the funniest prince in Bei Yue's history.
Qingge stepped forward, squatted down, pulled Bei Yueming's hair and turned around to leave. Bei Yueming's naked body was dragged on the ground in a state of embarrassment.
When the people blocking Huarong Alley saw the girl approaching, they all moved away from each other, leaving a bright path for Qing Ge.
Qingge's eyes were fierce and her pupils were scarlet. She held a knife in one hand and dragged Bei Yueming out with the other. Blood on the ground decorated the lonely street.
dusk.
The setting sun is like blood.
Everyone on the street looked towards Qingge, and the funny prince among the singers.
She has always been a cruel person, there is no cruelty, only more cruelty.
If someone had just attacked her, she would have killed them happily, but Bei Yueming injured Ye Qingcheng and Ye Jingjing, the two women who risked their lives to protect her!
In her decisive and decisive heart, there is a pure land, and on the pure land are the people she loves and wants to protect.
The dragon has reverse scales, which will kill if touched, and the wolf has dark thorns, which will kill if glimpsed.
Therefore, Bei Yueming must die, and he must die in peace.
All accounts must be settled today.
Regardless of whether she is a prince or an emperor, if she wants to kill him and survives for more than ten years, and the situation changes and murderous intent surges, she will chase him for thousands of miles and chop him down with a knife, without mercy or politeness!
Later, the girl's ruthless reputation spread throughout the world, and everyone said that Yama, the underworld, sang softly on the ground. This was the princess of Anguo who sang quietly at night.
However, don't say it's safe for the country, she will bring disaster to the country.
"Ye Qingge, you are so arrogant, stop it!"
On top of the chariot, a man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe was mighty and domineering. Behind him, there were an overwhelming number of three thousand dead soldiers. These dead soldiers were dressed in black and wore black bamboo hats. The ink-like gauze was blown by the wind like water ripples.
When it ripples, a pair of cold and solemn eyes release endless death energy, like a soulless puppet, a walking corpse.
Three thousand dead soldiers, the storm is like crazy, the world is silent, and there is no sound. The Nine-Five Supreme Lord looks at Qingge with cold eyes, and the murderous intention is faint.
Like a battle that has been planned for a long time, or like a clever arrangement that must have been made by some mistake, Qing Ge faced three thousand dead soldiers alone, not afraid of danger, his long black clothes blew in the wind, and his white hair hung down his shoulders.
With scarlet blood pupils and that overwhelming aura, who dares to match it?
"What if I say no?"
She inserted the Mingwang Sword in her hand into the cold ground. She pulled Bei Yueming's neck with one hand and placed the other hand on Bei Yueming's Heavenly Spirit Cover. Her fingertips were wrapped with surging spiritual energy. She raised her face and smiled.
Like a flower, arrogant and arrogant, but also evil like a nine-tailed fox.
"you dare!"
Seeing Qingge's murderous intention, Emperor Beiyue said angrily, but he did not let the dead soldiers behind him take action. He just sat on the chariot carried by the palace slaves and looked at Qingge, his eyes like thunder, wild and wild.
The spirit of murder.
A smile appeared at the corner of Qingge's mouth. She leaned against the ear of Bei Yueming, who had lost her arm, and exhaled like a blue breath, "Did you see that your father, your father, really wants you to die?"
Bei Yueming stared in disbelief at the man who was atop the chariot and asked Qingge to stop, but he did not take any action.
He is waiting!
After Qing Ge killed Bei Yueming, he then took action to capture Qing Ge.
In order to kill Qing Ge, he even did not hesitate to use Bei Yueming as bait to lay a logical charge on Qing Ge.
"You can't kill me, you can't!" Bei Yueming shouted hysterically, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
He doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to die.
Qingge's eyebrows were charming and she smiled sweetly, "Bei Yueming, die."
He said with all his strength with both hands, he twisted Bei Yueming's head and broke his neck. Qingge threw Bei Yueming to the ground and looked at the man standing on the chariot with a smile who was not angry and proud.
She is magnanimous, bloodthirsty and murderous.
Even to his death, Bei Yueming could not believe that it was his father who pushed him into the abyss.
"Ye Qingge, you are so rebellious and unforgivable!" Beiyue Emperor clapped his big hand, and the entire chariot was shaking. The eight palace slaves who were carrying the chariot all trembled in their chests and vomited out dripping blood.
Qing Ge smiled lightly, facing the current Holy Master who was in high spirits, chatting and laughing freely, and the coquettishness between his eyebrows stunned the eyes of the world, "Your Majesty, what is Qing Ge's crime? The prince has poisoned me with the seven emotions and wants to do something evil.
, I am the princess of Beiyue, the orphan of a generation of war gods, I am acting in self-defense, what crime do I have?"
"What a self-defense." In anger, Beiyue Emperor laughed, "Killed my son in self-defense? Ye Qingge, it seems that Jingfeng is not here, your heart is getting wilder, I will take his place.
I’ll teach you a lesson!”
"The emperor is not qualified to mention my father." Qingge said coldly: "Back then, the emperor set up an ambush on all sides and killed my father with 30,000 dead soldiers. How could the emperor be as elegant and stable as he is today without my father at all?
Credit? After surviving the hardships, the emperor became a dragon, but secretly killed my father."
"emperor."
Qingge yelled angrily, startling everyone's nerves, and Beiyue Emperor's soul trembled even more.
The young girl in front of the chariot took a step forward and said: "Even if he is guilty, then the guilty girl Qingge would like to ask the emperor and the wise king of Beiyue. My father's bones have not been cold for sixteen years. The soldiers of that year were all different."
The ambition is hard to achieve, but these are the warriors who had the supreme honor to protect the country. Facing these people, when he came back from his dream at midnight, did the emperor feel even half guilty? Was he ever frightened?"
The sound was like thunder, resounding through the sky.
The five lakes and the four seas all reflect the figures like ink lotus.