The male god of quick time travel, don't trick me anymore

Chapter 137 The General’s Little Wife (32)

She was determined, this little guard, no, she was just a slave now.

She wouldn't do anything to a first-rank man, so she calculated everything, and Zhuang Yi would pick it up high and let it go gently.

However, she did not expect that the fire would eventually burn on herself.

The sword in front of me is not like a sword, but more like a knife. However, it is really a sword. It was specially designed by the founding emperor of Daxia for this special institution, representing their own specialness and identity. Although the sharp sword looks bloated, it is as light as a cicada's wing when held in the hand.

I don't know what kind of special material was used.

Feng Ruyi felt that she shouldn't be thinking about these things at this time, but the thoughts in her mind are so scattered, she just wants to think about these things unconsciously.

Until he saw that person holding up the teacup leisurely and contentedly, with that calm and breezy smile on his lips again.

Along with her jealousy came his own sudden sobriety.

"Tsing Yi, what are you doing? You have become more courageous!"

Although these words were scolding, anyone with a wink would know that this was not half sincere.

And the frightened old Mrs. Wen recovered under the support and comfort of her daughter-in-law, and was about to reprimand these rude murderers with righteous words, but was reflected on her face by the sword The cold light above made your eyes hurt, and you only felt a flash of white light, and your eyes were dazed. When you looked at the culprit who hurt your eyes in a daze, you saw the sharpened sword again. Cold all over the body.

At that moment, she seemed to see it getting closer and closer to her. In the end, a chaotic blood flashed in front of her, and she didn't know anything in front of her eyes.

"old lady!"

"Taijun!"

"Mother-in-law!"

There was a sound of screaming.

Zhuang Yi, who seemed to be a spectator but actually the "culprit", was stunned, and wanted to laugh, but seeing the panic scene in the field, she reluctantly held back.

At this moment, Tsing Yi, who was putting his sword on Feng Ruyi's neck, frowned even more.

After a while, he uttered a few words coldly: "It's none of my business."

Seeing those who were supporting her suddenly glare at her, she patiently added: "She is not worthy of my sword."

"Pfft!"

"Ha ha!"

The few men hiding behind the rockery finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

Zhuang Yi turned her gaze away with a half-smile.

This is the third floor, so you can hear it like this, your hearing is really good, or is it because of your martial arts?
The war between men and women in Daxia is not as serious as in other countries. Men and women meet at such a big banquet, but they just don't eat at the same table.

Zhuang Yi straightly made eye contact with Zhou Jingxiao who was in the crowd, and was a little blushed by the faint smile in his eyes.

Can't help but look back.

Cursing inwardly, this man, why not laugh when he has nothing to do.

As a result, the smile on Zhou Jingxiao's mouth became even bigger. Those ladies who quietly looked at the only stain on the Yong'an princess felt that they couldn't move their eyes away for a while.

The man standing far away was no longer the cold armored appearance they had only seen briefly, but changed into a blue long gown, which made him plump and handsome, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a tall and straight figure, not only did not appear to be He is too weak, but more like a Confucian general, looking at his beloved wife's caring gaze makes the woman's heart fascinated, and he looks like a man of iron courage who has turned into soft fingers.

(End of this chapter)