"presumptuous!"

Qin Kui only felt that Ye Wuhen's words were extremely harsh and harsh. Qin Lan was his daughter no matter what he said.

Even if he really did something unbearable and was told by Ye Wuhen in a stern manner, wouldn’t he, the elder of the Qin family in Luohua City, be so embarrassed?

The moment the angrily shouted, the spiritual energy swept through the dark night, and slapped Ye Wuhen in the face with a slap.

The five palm prints seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, and blood flowed out, covering the face.

Ye Wuhen fell to the ground. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face, stood up, looked directly at Qin Kui, and his voice sounded like thunder, "Mrs. Qin's death has nothing to do with Ye Qingge. The one who sent her to Xiaoxiang Pavilion was his father. His father was dead. If Elder Qin felt resentful, he could come to me, so why bother to bully a weak woman narrowly."

When he spoke, a smile suddenly appeared on Ye Wuhen's face.

Qingge looked at Ye Wuhen's back dumbly, and he wanted to pull all Qin Kui's anger on him just to protect her.

He lived in the land of death for three years, and also saw his mother being brutally killed with his own eyes, and lived in vain for more than ten years under Qin Lan's killing.

Qingge knew that he cherished his life more than anyone else, because he knew how hard-earned it was to live.

But now, he was not afraid of danger, and he did not expect that if Qin Kui wanted to kill him, no one present could protect him.

And he was so simple that he just wanted to protect his sister, even though the same blood was not flowing on both of them...

But, so what?

"Yeah?"

Qin Kui sneered, "Why did I hear that Ye Qingge is cruel and poisoning my daughter and granddaughter? Although you are Ye Zhengxiong's son, you have nothing to do with me. But since you say that I am narrow-minded, if I am not narrow-minded, wouldn't you be sorry for your sharp words?"

People in Luohua City have inherent pride and look down on the empires and forces outside Luohua City.

Luohua City is like a magical place on the four-star continent, a place of death, standing for thousands of years and prestige as before.

Qin Kui took a step forward, the earth shook, and the spiritual energy condensed into a sharp blade in front of him, attacking him without trace at night.

A figure rushed behind Ye Wuhen. Ye Qingtian stood in front of Ye Wuhen, with a solemn expression and his eyes were like lightning. The moment the big hand waved his sleeves, the wind was pouring out, and all the spiritual energy was pouring out, and the sharp blade that hit him suddenly disappeared.

"Spiritual Master?"

Qin Kui raised his white eyebrows and then mocked, "I want to make you the only spiritual master in the Ye family. You must know that spiritual masters like you are like dogs in Luohua City."

The meaning of this is to compare Ye Qingtian to a dog.

Ye Qingtian looked cold, neither angry nor annoyed.

Qingge, who was supported by Ye Qingcheng, gritted his teeth, his eyes were vicious, he was bloody and killed. The anger in his chest burned violently, as if he was about to burn his tendons and veins.

She didn't mind that others insulted her, but if someone dared to insult her grandfather, the old man who was already in his twilight years would not let that person go all over the world.

But she had to hold back now and pressed the almost gushing out rage back.

If she wants to kill, what if the second sword spirit master Qin Kui?

As long as she lifts the seal on the flame dragon, controls the moon eclipse cauldron, and uses the power of the blood demon, she can still fight Qin Kui, but that is all a trick to kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of them.

However, the most important thing is that she was trapped in the situation she set up, and she had to wait until the Northern Yue Emperor died in her situation before she could be qualified to be angry.

Qingge looked at Ye Qingtian's somewhat hunched back and the dirt on Ye Wuhen's clothes, and felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

After all, she is too weak. No matter how absolutely she is in front of her, she can only be trampled on!

"Like the wind."

Qingge suddenly said.

Xiao Rufeng approached.

"The 30,000 massacre army may kill a two-sword spirit master?" Qingge asked.

"Massacre Army, what Massacre Army?" Xiao Rufeng was stunned, puzzled.

Qingge lowered her eyes, and there seemed to be an ice cellar hidden in her cold eyes. She suddenly raised her eyes, and her cruel expression showed ruthlessness, "Don't pretend to be stupid, say."

Xiao Rufeng looked at the girl's side face, her outline was perfect, cold and hard, her nose was firm, her lips were red, her teeth were white, her Emei was gentle, and the charming flowers between her eyebrows were like a blood demon.

It seemed a little dazzled. After a long time, Xiao Rufeng chuckled softly: "If all the 30,000 massacre troops are on, they can die together and survive."

"good."

My mind is constantly changing, and Qingge has his own ideas.

If the 30,000 massacre army can fight Qin Kui to the death, they can win!

Qin Kui is a proud person, but proud people are often people who are afraid of death. Such people, in the face of a group of prisoners who are crazy and not afraid of death, will be afraid, will escape, and will be defeated without fighting.

And Qingge wants this effect.

"Yeah--"

It was like the sound made by a devil when grinding his teeth. Everyone felt dizzy and their souls were about to be pulled out of their bodies, and they were in pain.

The familiar voice made Qingge's eyes full of coldness. She looked back at Ye Qingcheng and looked in the direction of laughter. A woman in a long red dress walked over naked with her feet. Two lotus roots and jade-like arms were exposed outside. Three thousand black hairs were held by purple jade hairpin, a little cinnabar between her eyebrows, and the country's beauty was as fragrant as the flowers and the moon were closed. When she walked through the thousands of corpses, her body was not stained with blood.

Her laughter was like the sinister screams made by the evil ghost in the underworld because he could not reincarnate. One by one, one by one, it was like a sharp blade, and it was broken into a belly.

Ghost voice hand, Mo Qiong!

After the last tribe competition, Mo Qiong left a bottle of pill that could cure Ye Xue's face and returned to Luohua City, disappearing for a long time.

Mo Qiong walked to Qin Kui and stopped, held Qin Kui's arm, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, I told you that Ye Xue has a very good talent, but unfortunately she was destroyed by a woman named Ye Qingge."

Qin Kui's face was fierce, "There are such cruel and ruthless people in the world. The clan competitions have been used to destroy human lives. I heard that Ye Xue was born with a beautiful nation, talented and powerful. Regardless of whether her father's surname is Ye or not, her mother is indeed my husband's daughter. Then she is my husband's granddaughter. Who is Ye Qingge? How dare she harm my husband's granddaughter like this? It seems that Luohua City has been calm for a long time and has no influence in this empire."

"Grandpa, have you seen that woman? That woman is Ye Qingge." Mo Qiong smiled, raised her slender and beautiful hand and pointed at Qingge.

"Ye Qingge."

Qin Kui said angrily, his voice was like a thunder, and it sounded from all directions, deafening, "My daughter and granddaughter died miserably. I want you to pay your blood debts and blood. Today, as long as you Ye Qingge's life is your life, you can let the rest of the Ye family go."

The old man is so arrogant that he is thunder and lightning.
Chapter completed!