These words simply stabbed Venerable Yu in the lungs!
It suddenly reminded him of the feeling of having his hair singed by the spiritual fire of heaven and earth, and having half of his arm swallowed by the demonic puppet vine.
Master Yu's face suddenly turned green, his fingers twitched uncontrollably, and a killing intent flashed through his eyes.
Jun Wuchen suddenly took a step forward, half blocking Yun Luo behind him, and said coldly: "If you don't want the Jiuzhou Banquet to start, just say so. Don't waste my time!"
How long has this been going on?
If I keep rambling, it will be almost midnight.
Lord Yu's face twitched slightly, and he looked at Jun Wuchen with fear.
Not only because of the threat hidden in his words, but also because of Jun Wuchen's strength.
In the past, when Lord Yu's strength was intact, it would be difficult to win or lose in a fight with Jun Wuchen, and it would take an extra Lord Thunder to hold him back.
But now, Master Yu has broken off an arm, his strength has been reduced, and he still has old injuries that have not healed.
Even if he still has murderous intentions towards Yun Luo, with Jun Wuchen standing in front of him, he still has to think again and again...
If you fail to kill someone, but you have to pay for it yourself, that would be a bad deal!
Fortunately, he made arrangements in advance...
Venerable Yu's thoughts changed rapidly. He swallowed his breath temporarily and sat down with a cold snort.
"Uncle Yu..." Ji Xiuling was still unwilling to give in. She didn't even get the slightest advantage, but instead she was holding back her anger.
"Shut up, business matters." Lord Yu glanced at her coldly.
Just one look frightened Ji Xiuling's heart, and she swallowed all her dissatisfaction and resentment.
She bit her lip, unwilling to give up, and prepared to find a place to sit down.
As a result, she looked around.
There are clearly only three seats on the high platform on the second floor, namely Lord Yu, Lord Lei and the man with the sword.
Ji Xiuling opened her eyes wide: "Where is my seat? Why is there no place for me?"
The hall was silent for a moment, and no one answered.
Emperor Cangyun seemed to have come back to his senses, and slowly walked up to the high platform and walked to his seat.
Ji Xiuling subconsciously looked at him, then at the seat in front of him, her eyes lit up: "Jun Cang, you didn't arrange another seat for me, could it be..."
Are you going to let her sit at the same table with him?
By the way, this is also normal.
She was originally his queen and his wife.
In such a formal occasion, who else besides her is qualified to sit with him?
The more Ji Xiuling thought about it, the more reasonable it became. Even her original anger and anger dissipated a lot, and her eyes couldn't help but reveal joy.
She originally thought that Jun Cang discovered what she did in the palace...
He will definitely not forgive her.
But I didn't expect that he would actually be willing to sit with her.
Jun Cang really still loves her in his heart!
Ji Xiuling thought happily and couldn't help but smile on her face.
Just as she was about to walk towards Emperor Cangyun, Emperor Cangyun said calmly: "No, I didn't arrange a seat for you at all."
"What did you say?" Ji Xiuling's smile froze.
"You can hear clearly what I say."
Emperor Cangyun's eyes became cold and sharp for a moment, staring straight at her, "I am also surprised that you still have the nerve to come back! You still have the nerve to stand in my palace!"
"You——" Ji Xiuling trembled all over!
She simply couldn't believe that Emperor Cangyun would speak of her in such a tone.
In front of the entire hall.
The feeling of falling from heaven to hell is nothing more than this.