Mu Qingfeng frowned, but didn't move his hands for a long time. He didn't want to, really didn't want her to do that.

He couldn't imagine what Los Angeles would become after she synthesized the Black Bee.

Maybe it was a bloody storm and the people were in dire straits, or maybe the whole dynasty was being reshuffled.

The Xia family of Junlan City will take charge of that land again, and Ye Zhikuang will become the new generation empress of Junlan City.

Or, Ye Zhi died madly...

She dies!

She dies!

Mu Qingfeng has been struggling in his heart. Whether the Chinese people can continue to maintain such a stable life is actually in his hands.

As long as he takes one needle, Ye Zhikuang can close his eyes immediately.

But that... isn't it too cruel?

A cold light flashed in Ye Zhikuang's eyes, and he jerked his hand back, glaring at the handsome man in front of him. There was a murderous look in his eyes just now.

"You want to kill me." The voice was as cold as three feet of ice, and there was a bottomless depth in her eyes. The gentle breeze blew her thin hair behind her ears, and the long silk hanging down from the hem of her clothes also fluttered.

Got up.

Mu Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat, he lowered his head, raised his hand, grasped Ye Zhikuang's wrist again, picked up a needle to stop the bleeding, and then calmed his breath. His face was no longer as weird as before, and his eyes were

It has also returned to its former glory, but it avoids answering Ye Zhikuang's words.

Ye Zhikuang's eyes were fixed on the silver needle in his hand, his eyes slowly raised, and his voice was extremely cold: "If you could be more ruthless, or kill me fifteen years ago, you might not be as bad as you are now.

Get confused."

"No." Mu Qingfeng raised his head sharply and looked into Ye Zhikuang's bright eyes. There was a surge of horror in his eyes. He could not analyze the pain he was feeling at this moment, but was full of hatred for Ye Zhikuang.

He was dissatisfied with what Kuang said: "Even at that time, I was still entangled, but in the future, I had already thought that this would be the situation. However, I had thought about trying to reverse it, but I didn't expect..."

"Did you destroy my martial spirit?" Ye Zhikuang said softly, his voice was like a grain of ice falling on the sand table, crisp and sweet, but filled with an icy cry.

Mu Qingfeng was startled again, but did not deny it: "Otherwise, how can you control the evil energy in your body?"

"Ha." Ye Zhikuang sneered: "What a benevolent and wonderful doctor who heals the heart."

She smiled contemptuously, paused, and then said: "Why didn't you try to save my mother when she was killed? Why didn't you ever think of saving those people when they entered Junlan City to massacre the city?

To stop it, you are the only one who can do it, and we are the villains who have been set by you from the beginning to have unpardonable sins."

Yes, she was right. When Junlan City was massacred, he didn't stop it?

No, he tried to stop him, but at that time, he was a disciple of Lingshan, and no one behind him supported him in coming forward.

He cannot fight against the strong men from all continents with only his meager strength.

Even if he really went there, he would have almost wasted half his life's cultivation.

Ye Zhikuang didn't understand his painstaking efforts at all.

Mu Qingfeng shook her head and smiled bitterly, but did not refute Ye Zhikuang's words. He carefully treated her wounds and said lightly: "I will stitch up your wounds. You cannot use martial arts for three months.

Your essence and blood will basically be able to recover within a day, but you need food and some supplements to help fill your body with essence and blood. It is best not to work too hard. Resting is better, and it will be good for your future cultivation."

He was very attentive to every stitch, and when he spoke, he was not as angry as before. He was as gentle as a husband whispering to his wife, telling her his love for her.

But often the artistic conception is beautiful, but the meaning is sad.

The bloody clothes on her body are the best proof.

It was quiet at night, and there were few people walking in the streets and alleys. Mu Qingfeng walked slowly behind her.

Occasionally there are patrols, but Ye Zhikuang has changed into another face, and Murong Fu cannot show off on the street with his original face.

Qibao jumped out from another alley: "Little master, don't go back. Mrs. Murong's people have already arrived at Bai's house. She has obtained the emperor's arrest order and wants to take you back to the prison immediately."

"Hmph!" Ye Zhikuang put his hands behind his back, turned around, and walked towards Prince An Yi's Mansion: "Then let's go back to the Mansion. Let her play by herself tonight. I want to go back and take a beauty sleep."

Beauty sleep??

Are you sure you’re going to sleep for beauty sleep on the fifth day of the night??

The corner of Qibao's mouth twitched fiercely for a long time, and then he came back to his senses and followed Ye Zhikuang on his back.

Mu Qingfeng stopped and looked at the direction Ye Zhikuang was leaving.

Her white clothes had been washed clean by his spiritual skills, and she was as fluttering as a fairy at the moment. With her simple hair tied on, her back was desolate but beautiful.

His heart suddenly twitched, and he lowered his head, thinking deeply about the other woman.

He sighed and walked slowly towards the end of the road.

After walking ten meters away, space suddenly appeared. He walked into the space and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

When Murong Fu saw Mu Qingfeng leaving, he turned around and quickly caught up with Ye Zhikuang.

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"Wait for me." When they arrived at the courtyard of the palace, Murong Fu saw that she had no intention of stopping, so he walked forward quickly, reached out and grabbed Ye Zhikuang's arm, pulled hard, and turned Ye Zhikuang around.

The two faced each other.

Her faint breath lingered in his breath.

"What do you want to say?" Ye Zhi asked indifferently in his mad voice. In her eyes now, the only things that mattered to her were the synthesis of Black Bee and Mo Junxie's safe return.

Including Murong Fu, although he saved her just now, she also used her blood to pay off the entanglement between the two people.

"us……"

"You and me!" Ye Zhikuangjiang made the distinction clear. She and Mo Junxie had "us", but there was nothing else.

"You misunderstood." Murong Fu's heart twitched and his face turned pale, but in the blink of an eye he changed his tone.

"I hope so." Ye Zhikuang gently broke away from his hand.

He also let go of her.

The two stood facing each other for a long time.

Qibao raised his head, looked left and right, and asked puzzledly: "Is there eye mucus in her eyes?"

Two cold lights shot hard, Qibao's teeth trembled with fright, he stepped back with his legs, raised his other hand to block his chest and said: "Okay, you two continue to play, I'll go first

Go to sleep."

Qibao turned around and left resentfully, running faster than a rabbit.

Now that this nagging little thing has run away, the yard seems more peaceful.

Murong Fu's eyes turned left and right, as if listening to Mu Qingfeng's words, she seemed to want to do something.

"Want me to help me?"

"No need." With these crisp words, the white beauty turned around and moved to the yard where she lived.

The wind is very strong tonight, making people's hearts feel even colder.

Murong Fu was unwilling to give in. He followed quickly until he reached Ye Zhikuang's bedroom.

He just stopped.

She stood in front of the house, pushed it open gently, stepped in, turned around, and was about to close the door...

Murong Fu's hand blocked her door heavily, preventing her from closing it!

"Kuai, give me a chance. I can help you mobilize as many troops as you want."

"Is it appropriate to use the disciples of Ye Yunzong to fight against the emperor?" Ye Zhikuang asked back.

"What's wrong? He was able to use your mother to massacre people in Junlan City back then." Murong Fu said.

Ye Zhikuang lowered his eyes and thought about what if there were more troops at this time.

Seeing that she seemed to be hesitating, Murong Fu added, "Those are all people who deserve to die, aren't they? They simply can't bear your mercy."

"Okay." Ye Zhikuang took a step back, and closed the door heavily regardless of whether Murong Fu had one foot still in the room.

As soon as the door closed, she leaned against the door weakly. Murong Tiantian's words just now went over and over in her heart a thousand times.

Tiantian still hates me after all.

I hate it...

She didn't want to let herself think too much, but her words couldn't be driven away and lingered!

Thinking of Tiantian's innocent smile and innocent temperament, how could Ye Zhikuang allow himself to hurt her like this.

Her chest was so tight that she felt panic and confusion. She reached out and stroked her head, and then she realized that the fairy hairpin had fallen off!

She opened the door quickly again.

Murong Fu was still guarding the door. When he saw her coming out again, he turned around and looked at her.

But she ran out in a hurry: "The fairy hairpin is still in your Murong Mansion, I have to go back and look for it."

He stretched out his hand and immediately grabbed her to stop her from thinking like this: "You can't go. The old lady must have found the fairy hairpin. If you go now, you will fall into a trap. No matter how important the fairy hairpin is, it is not worth it to you."
To be continued...