Chu Yue looked at the woman's back, her expression slightly dazed.
This city, this empire, the people here...
Unknowingly, she seemed to have some kind of fiery emotion that was always holding her back.
Perhaps, starting from a certain day, the reason why she guards Shenwu is no longer because of her mother's long-cherished wish, but because Shenwu has a tenderness that she has never received before, which makes her willing to protect her for the rest of her life.
Her eyes reflected the stumbling woman, who was so thin and looked vulnerable.
Her limbs were trembling, and she was still pretending to be stubborn, wanting to protect Chu Yue, who was close to her, before she died.
As the woman ran toward the wolves, her cloak flew up behind her, and under the dim light of blood, she slowly unfolded like an ancient and beautiful scroll.
Live towards death and still have no regrets.
Chu Yue lowered her head, her broken hair lightly covering her brows, and let out a low laugh.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the ground of the Nine Arenas. The blood flowing under her skin seemed to be becoming fanatical.
The little fox lying on her shoulder was about to destroy the wolves, but Chu Yue's voice rang in her mind: "Let me do it."
The little fox looked sideways at her, his purple eyes gleaming with mottled light.
"This is my battlefield, I don't need help."
After the words fell, the little fox's pupils suddenly shrank.
I saw Chu Yue take off the small black bone-crushing ax from her waist, and suddenly slash it into the palm of her hand. Scarlet fresh blood trickled out, dripping down along the palm, and dripped on the dark red
Arena.
The smell of blood stimulated the wolves.
The woman who was running towards the wolves smelled the strong smell of blood.
She saw the wolves running towards her, but they did not stop in front of her, nor did they bite and tear her apart. Instead, they ran forward from both sides of her body.
The woman paused and paused, her thin pale lips slightly opened.
She looked back inch by inch and saw the girl standing at the edge of the Nine Arenas, with bloodthirsty and evil eyes, looking expectantly at the wolves running towards her.
"No--"
The woman frowned and burst into tears.
Ye Chuyue actually used her own blood to attract all the wolves.
Such courage and courage shocked the Thirty-six Kingdoms and the people of Chang'an.
"Old Chu, be careful, those wolves are extremely powerful and terrifying." Xiao Ran shouted.
Xiao Li looked pale, pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes were full of worry.
On one side, Qin Qianqian shook the glass wine glass and curled her lips, "How can a person without martial arts survive in a pack of evil wolves?"
She admitted that Ye Chuyue's burst of physical strength was truly unexpected.
But in this world, martial arts are respected, and physical strength is only the lowest level.
Furthermore, in terms of the explosive power of the limbs, can it still compare to that of wild beasts?
Compared to the human race, the beast tribe has an almost crushing advantage in terms of bloodline, physique, and strength.
Princess Nanyang, Su Weiyang and others were contented and in a good mood. They wished they could listen to some songs, have a drink and celebrate.
From the lofts in all directions of the Nine Arenas, countless eyes focused on Chu Yue.
They saw a dozen huge wolves swarming towards Chu Yue. They all jumped up and rushed towards Chu Yue.
I believe that the next moment, you can see the scene of blood splattering on the spot.
That girl who is as beautiful as a flower will have a tragic ending.
Some women couldn't bear the bloody stimulation and closed their eyes in fear.
In the tallest building of Jiuzun Building, there are distinguished guests in the southeast and southeast directions.
In the east wing of the building, lying on the imperial concubine's couch, is a handsome man in red robe, with a tassel wrapped around his waist and an emerald jade pendant. There are a few strands of dragon beards and bangs falling from his temples. He is unruly, extraordinary, and a bit casual.
The sex is free and easy, looking comfortable and lazy.
"This little girl is interesting——"
He curled his thin lips, smiled lazily, and dropped a grape into his mouth.
Messenger Lin stood in front of the man, respectful, sweating profusely, and said cautiously: "Master Mu, Fourth Master, this girl is the youngest Marquis in Chang'an City, and is number one in court banquet training."
"The one who was expelled from the Dao Juan and supported by the people of Chang'an?" Fourth Young Master Mu asked casually, his narrow phoenix eyes slightly raised, and he looked out the window at the movement of the nine arenas with interest.
Messenger Lin wiped his sweat and said, "It's her."
He is already in trouble.
Fourth Young Master Mu works as an errand in the Martial Arts Temple, but he is a bit of a loser. He likes to travel around and look at beauties.
Zeng Hao once said that he had great ambitions: to travel to brothels all over the world, and to sleep drunkenly in gentle countryside.