Di Feimu frowned and pushed the woman in his arms away.
"You... are not Jiu'er. Jiu'er can't possibly... harm my eldest brother. You are not..."
Before he finished speaking, a mouthful of turbid blood spat out from his mouth.
"Hahaha..." The woman in white raised her head and laughed, "Unfortunately, you knew it was too late."
"Just now, I have poisoned you. If he doesn't die, only you will!"
Under the moonlight, the short knife held by the woman in white glowed darkly.
Looking carefully, there were cracks on her twisted face.
"Take your life!"
Seeing the woman approaching with a short knife, Di Feimu raised his breath and swayed his feet, giving him no chance to fight back.
The merciless dagger plunged into his body, and he raised his eyes to look at the crescent moon in the sky.
In the moonlight, a little face appeared, and she seemed to be crying.
Jiu'er, I'm leaving, don't cry, see you in the next life!
The woman in white frantically struck Di Feimu three times with fatal blows.
Suddenly, a huge whirlwind rushed over. The woman in white looked back and immediately turned around and fled.
"Mu'er." Seeing Di Feimu covered in blood, Ye Luosha rushed over like crazy.
Unfortunately, Di Feimu could no longer hear anyone's shouts. After saying "goodbye" to Feng Jiu'er, he closed his eyes.
"Mu'er." Ye Luosha arrived in time and helped the man who was about to fall.
Looking at the person with a pale face and dark eyebrows, her screams were filled with heartbreaking pain.
Ye Luosha sealed several important connections of Di Feimu, hugged him, and quickly returned.
"Mu'er, don't be afraid! I won't let anything happen to you, Mu'er, don't be afraid!"
"Quick! Go to the doctor, quick! Go to the doctor, get all the best doctors in Phoenix City, quick!"
Ye Luosha's voice was still rippling, and she disappeared with Di Feimu.
"The foster father is Feng Jiu'er." Leng Yue said in a deep voice.
"You also saw it, it was Feng Jiu'er, right? It was Feng Jiu'er who took away the second prince. I saw it with my own eyes, it was her, it must be her!"
"Go to the doctor quickly, leave me alone! Go quickly!" Thinking of Di Feimu's situation, Di Ji also went crazy.
"Yes, I'll go and give the order." Leng Yue nodded, turned around, and disappeared into the night.
When someone broke into the main hall, Feng Jiuer studied two copied pictures in the real wing.
After finally coaxing her most adorable Nine Emperors uncle to sleep, Feng Jiuer secretly left a certain man's arms, sat down at the table, and took out two pictures.
The dragon map on Uncle Nine Emperors' body was most likely the missing half of the treasure map. She didn't even have time to study it, so how could she sleep?
Unexpectedly, shortly after sitting down, the sound of the door being pushed open was heard outside.
"Old Lord, the Lord is resting, you..."
Yu Jingfeng didn't have a chance to finish his words. Di Ji, who was sitting in a wheelchair, slapped his hand over, and with a "boom", even the door of the wing was opened by the wind of his palm.
Perhaps it was because the person coming was Emperor Ji, and not even Yu Jingfeng had time to stop him.
Feng Jiu'er just put the two pictures in her arms and stood up, when the remaining wind from her palm came in and blew her clothes and black hair.
Di Wuya, who was sleeping soundly, felt the murderous aura and suddenly opened his eyes. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of Feng Jiu'er, protecting her behind him.
"My lord, the old lord..."
"Wuya." Di Ji's voice interrupted Yu Jingfeng's words, "At this time, are you still protecting her?"
"Get out of the way! I must get rid of this witch today."
Emperor Ji was furious, his palms filled with internal energy.
"Father, what happened?" Di Wuya frowned and his voice was very low.
It was impossible for Leng Yue to miss such an important scene.
After telling her brother to ask for a doctor, she hurried over.
"Your Majesty, Feng Jiu'er wanted to kill the second prince. We saw with our own eyes that she stabbed the second prince several times. Now..."
Before Leng Yue finished speaking, Feng Jiuer walked out behind Di Wuya.
"What did you say? Mu Mu was injured?" Her frown was no less intense than that of Di Ji.
"Witch, you still want to make excuses!" Leng Yue said coldly.
"I saw you take the second prince away with my own eyes. When my adoptive father, Senior Ye, and I arrived, we saw with my own eyes that you inserted the dagger into the second prince..."
"Where is he?" Feng Jiuer stepped out.
She could no longer listen to Leng Yue's words. She just wanted to know where Mu Mu was. Mu Mu must have been seriously injured, otherwise Di Ji wouldn't have been so angry.
"Demon..."
"Let me ask you, where is he?"
As soon as Leng Yue's words came out, Feng Jiu'er came to her at a speed that made it difficult to see, and grabbed her collar.
Leng Yue was shocked by Feng Jiu'er's speed. Her body was a little stiff and she looked at Di Ji with squinting eyes.
"Father, this witch wants to kill me. Father, save me!"
Feng Jiuer gently pulled Leng Yue up and twisted her up: "Let me ask again, where is Mu Mu?"
Leng Yue met Feng Jiu'er's cold and deep gaze, and her whole body trembled. She really doubted whether she had provoked a manic cheetah.
The man who did not want to die said hesitantly: "In the front hall, Senior Ye... took him there for treatment."
Feng Jiuer threw Leng Yue off with all her strength and stepped out.
Di Ji turned around and struck Feng Jiuer's small body with the concentrated wind from his palm.
When Feng Jiuer felt the murderous intent and turned around, a tall figure stood in front of her.
He blocked the palm for himself.
"Wuya." Di Ji looked at Di Wuya, whose mouth was filled with scarlet red, and clenched his fist tightly, "I saw it with my own eyes, don't let her deceive you again!"
"After this woman appeared, your life was disrupted. Do you have to have her kill everyone around you to wake up?"
Di Ji gritted his teeth and was so excited that the veins on his forehead were exposed.
Feng Jiuer returned to Di Wuya and looked at the scarlet red color on his lips. She also became angry.
"Are you sick?" She glanced at Diji coldly and took out a pill from her arms.
She could understand that he was anxious, but there was something really wrong with hurting someone without checking the matter!
How can a good person not be angry if he is suddenly beaten to the point of vomiting blood?
"Wuya, don't eat it! She will kill you." Di Ji once again filled his palms with energy and was ready to take action.
Even if he knew that he was no match for Feng Jiuer, he could not see his nephew being killed again.
"Father." Di Wuya looked at Di Ji with a solemn expression, "It's not Jiu'er. I was with her all night, so it can't be her!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he took the pill from Feng Jiuer's hand, put it into his mouth without hesitation, and swallowed it.
Leng Yue fell to the ground, covering her heart and frowning.
Feng Jiuer had not thrown up blood just now, but now she saw that the Lord believed in this demon girl so much that she almost spit out a mouthful of turbid blood.
