Quickly pass through the male god's cute wife

Chapter 425 Angry

The war was about to break out, Fu Huan stretched out his hand to grab it, Qiyue withdrew his hand, and pulled Qing Cen back a few steps, making Fu Huan suddenly lose.

Emotions surged in his eyes that were lingering with a strange red light, and more of them were irritated anger.

"Give me something."

Fu Huan stared at Qiyue's hand holding Heiyu, and the mania in his heart couldn't be suppressed no matter what.

"For you?" Qiyue raised her eyelids casually, looking at her uncle boredly, but what she said was very annoying, "This thing is mine, why should I give it to you? My things, I would rather I don’t want to give it to you if it’s ruined.”

When she said this, the piece of black jade she held in her hand trembled slightly, other people in the room couldn't feel it, but Qiyue felt it very clearly.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and the fingers holding the black jade couldn't help stroking the rough surface, but the corners of her lips were slightly raised.

"Qiyue, don't make me say it a second time, give me the things." Fu Huan was already too lazy to pretend to be affectionate with her uncle and nephew, and his tone was faintly impatient.

He thought he had lost something, thought he would never get it back, but it suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was so loud that he almost lost control.

Fu Huan could feel the instability of his inner breath, and the grievances that he regarded as nourishment in the past were surging in his body at this moment.

The resentment of limbs and bones, like an enraged beast, rampaged in his body, clamoring to rush out from inside, wanting to tear him apart piece by piece, wanting to die with him.

It's too abnormal, since Qiyue took out that piece of jade.

But Fu Huan didn't have time to think so much, the clamoring desire stimulated his nerves, and slowly swallowed up his reason. There was only one voice in his heart, urging him to take that thing back.

"Then if I don't give it to you, what can you do to me?" Qiyue was not moved by his threat at all, she leaned her body lightly in Qingcen's arms, her delicate eyebrows and eyes were full of joy.

Qing Cen hugged her waist in Xuxu, looking at her dotingly.

"Qiyue, don't think I won't kill you." Fu Huan gritted his teeth and said, the resentment churning all over his body seemed to have substance. He was pulled back forcefully by something, leaving only piercing screams echoing in the air.

The sound was even harsher than the sound of the magic flute just now, Qi Yue frowned slightly uncomfortably, and said nonchalantly, "How could it be, but there are many people who want me to die, but no one can kill me Killed. As for uncle..."

Qiyue's smile widened suddenly, and her delicate and bright face was like a gorgeous and extraordinary flower, blooming in the wind, "Uncle has been a world-renowned waste wood since he was a child, and he knows everything from heaven to hell. How could you be like this?" Inexplicable self-confidence, how do you think you can win me?"

This mocking and laughing tone was light and fluffy, and it fell into Fu Huan's ears, but it was like the last straw, completely crushing the last nerve called reason in his mind.

In an instant, the world in front of him collapsed, the magnificent black palace collapsed suddenly, and a strange bloody scene spread in front of his eyes.

At this moment, he couldn't see anything, and many noisy and sarcastic voices echoed in his ears.

"Waste, how can our dragon clan have such waste, that is, the species of waste human beings, who are not worthy of living in our dragon world!"

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(End of this chapter)