The Beauty’s Blade

Yang Wugong pushed away Shen Shengyi's hand, wiped the red blood on the corners of his lips, and laughed. Regardless of the appearance of those guests, those who stumbled ran out.

"Shen Shengyi, I won't let you and Wan Qing get married when I die, hahaha!"

Shen Shengyi clenched his fists, the blue veins on his forehead jumped, he stood up abruptly, and suddenly stretched out a hand to hold him. He turned around impatiently, but when he saw Liu Zhishang's deep eyes, the breath in his heart slowly settled.

Yang Wugong is the son of Yang Yifei, and Yang Yifei always wants to give everyone an explanation if such a big thing has happened. He held back his anger, apologized, and asked his servants to quickly bring Yang Wugong back. His own hand was held by Liu Wei, and he grunted heavily, and Yang Yifei directly threw Liu Wei aside.

A wedding turned into a farce in an instant. Fu Hui had no intention of pursuing anything, but sent people to look around for Fu Wanqing's whereabouts. What does the bloodstain in that room show? It means that the person has extremely high skill, or that he is an unexpected person, Miss Fu is unprepared.

In the eyes of the people of the rivers and lakes, Ms. Fu, who is extremely omnipotent in swordsmanship, sometimes missed her hand and was forcibly taken away in the Chivalrous Villa. Fu Hui was walking around in the new house covered with red tents. He picked up the red veil and moved his left hand to brush off the pale white powder.

"Lord Fu, I think I have to ask the kid in the Yang family about this. Didn't he keep saying that Brother Shen won't let me get married?" A disciple of the Diancang school couldn't help but yelled, "It's too coincidental to say Come on, Yang Wugong is making trouble here, Miss Fu disappeared in a blink of an eye, and he must have diverted our attention!"

"I think it makes sense. The Chivalry Villa is full of institutions. How can people come in? It must be a person who is very familiar with the terrain! Maybe it is what you do. This is because of love, hatred, and love. The old man has seen him a lot in most of his life. Young Master Yang, I am afraid he can't hold back his tone, right? If nothing happened back then, Miss Fu is his wife, where would someone else be his turn?"

"I don't think so. Could it be done by the people of the Bishui Sect or the Promise Palace? They don't want our internal marriage in the Baidao Alliance to deliberately do this to destroy the wedding?

"It's OK, what's the use of guessing here? Hurry up and find Miss Fu. The marriage will be closed as soon as possible, so Meng Fu will honor the promise and take us to Yanxia Island, right?"

Fu Wanqing was taken abducted by others, and the thin old man carried her for more than ten kilometers and trapped her in a cave. It was getting dark, and only the bonfire flickered in the cave. Fu Wanqing was still wearing a wedding gown, and her face was slightly embellished with powder, and she looked like a peach blossom under the candlelight. The firewood was broken by Zhang Zongyi and thrown into the fire, making crackling noises. Zhang Zongyi smiled and looked distorted.

This is not an ordinary cave, it looks like it has been set up for a long time. Fu Wanqing's hands and feet were locked by chains, and she couldn't move. She looked at Zhang Zongyi's expression without fear, only a growing smile.

Zhang Zongyi stood up abruptly, he trembled, and the red pock slipped off his body and slapped Fu Wanqing’s face with a slap. He smiled and said: "Today is a very On a good day, those people from the rivers and lakes will be crazy, right? I want Fu Hui to have a taste of bereavement."

"Western Blood Demon Knife, the number one master of the Western Regions?" Fu Wanqing tilted her head and chuckled lightly.

"Hahaha." Zhang Zongyi raised his head and smiled, "Ms. Fu, the old is an evil devil who does evil things. No matter what means, you can achieve the goal. Doesn't Miss Fu understand this truth?"

"Ms. Fu was hit by Lao Fu at the beginning, she must have left an ugly scar on her shoulder? Let Lao Fu come to check it in person." Zhang Zongyi's eyes became extremely sinister, he smiled and approached Fu Wanqing , Her hand slowly slipped from her eyebrows to her neck, and with a tear, the red wedding dress was torn by Zhang Zongyi, revealing the brand-new Chinese dress inside. Fu Wanqing's eyes were still full of smiles, her calm appearance was like a bystander. The anger in Zhang Zongyi's chest became more and more intense, and he tugged suddenly, and pulled Fu Wanqing's shirt apart, revealing the sleek and tender shoulders. "Tonight was originally Miss Fu’s wedding night in the bridal chamber. That little white face can’t be enjoyed anymore, but it’s okay, the old man can come for that little white face..." Zhang Zongyi’s face was hanging, "but Fu Hui’s little boy fell into The old father-in-law."

"Zhang Zongyi." Fu Wanqing shouted with a smile, "There is a knife on her head, don't you know it?"

Zhang Zongyi's hand that had originally landed on her shoulder paused in the air. After a while, he let out a disdainful sneer from his nose, and said, "Did Missy forget where you are at this time? You are a prisoner. Is it possible that the old man can still be killed? I think Miss Fu should accept her fate, if the old man is refreshed, I may spare your life." The skinny hand like an eagle's claw fell on Fu Wanqing's shoulder, Fu Wanqing There was no answer, and a flash of disgust flashed in her eyes.

"Yes, I can't save myself, but someone will come to save me." Fu Wanqing smiled.

"Hahahaha." Zhang Zongyi raised his head and smiled, "Wait until Fu Hui brings someone? The old man has long been his son-in-law."

Zhang Zongyi was very proud. He didn't believe in the abilities of those people from the rivers and lakes, just as Fu Wanqing had never expected them. Fu Wanqing lowered her head, letting those thin, filthy hands mess around her shoulders, suppressing the urge to nausea in her heart, and her eyes darkened.

Countless people died because of indulge. Fu Wanqing was telling the truth, but Zhang Zongyi treated her as a joke. The sword light surpassed the flames of the bonfire. Zhang Zongyi's proud Blood Demon Knife didn't even come out of its sheath. He stared with his eyes and slowly turned his head, as if he wanted to see the person, but there was a sword. The light pierced his eyes, forcing him to see nothing. A generation of masters from the Western Regions fell into a pool of blood like this, and did not even see the faces of their enemies.

Fu Wanqing was imprisoned by chains, her clothes were messy, and the corners of her lips were bruised. Her appearance was much more embarrassed than in the past, but the smile in her eyes was not diminished. She raised her head, looked at the white figure, and smiled infatuatedly: "You said that the sleeve sword is never unsheathed, and you also said that the sleeve sword is used to punish the heart. Then you come this time, Are you avenging your senior sister? Are you here to kill me?"

Yu Shengyan never stayed away, Fu Wanqing always knew.

"Yes, I'm here to kill you." Yu Shengyan's eyes seemed to be frosty and snowy. She approached Fu Wanqing step by step, and her eyes fell on Fu Wanqing's body without any movement. There were a few tinkling sounds, the flames splashed, and the chain fell to the ground. Before Fu Wanqing sighed for freedom, the acupoints were suddenly blocked.

The big red wedding dress was burning with Yushengyan eyes, and the clothes that had been broken were completely scattered into pieces under the palm of her hand. When the cold wind blew, goose bumps formed on the naked-exposed skin. Fu Wanqing moved the corners of her mouth to laugh, and there was pain. She hissed softly and muttered softly: "Cold."

Yu Shengyan ignored her words, she hugged Fu Wanqing in her arms, and without looking at the corpse on the ground, she ran towards the cave. Under the light of the cold moon, the strange branches in the forest slanted, Yu Shengyan ran very fast, only the wind whistling in his ears could be heard. Fu Wanqing's acupuncture points were sealed, and the wind blew on her face like a knife cut, making her pale with cold. Is she angry? Fu Wanqing had such an idea in her mind, and the unhappiness and coldness were completely thrown behind her.

Fu Wanqing heard the sound of water, the sound of water from far and near. She was about to ask, Yu Shengyan had already stopped at a pond.

Hantan smoked, and just looking at it made people shiver. The acupuncture point was unlocked, Fu Wanqing took a few steps forward, squatted by the pool, and reached out to pick up a handful of water, the biting cold made her shiver. "What are you doing here?" She rubbed her hands, walked to Yu Shengyan's side, and asked with a smile.

"Go down." Yu Shengyan frowned and said coldly, without a hint of joking on her face.

Fu Wanqing was startled, and pulled out a smile: "The water in this pool is bitterly cold, this is the beginning of spring..."

"Go down." Yu Shengyan repeated again, and she sneered, "Ms. Fu has a lot of skills, is she still afraid of being so cold?"

Yu Shengyan’s face was cold, Fu Wanqing looked at her for a long time, and a charming smile appeared.

The cold star is like a bit, and the cold moon is like a hook.

The white shirt slipped a little along the shoulders.

Fu Wanqing smiled while removing the cover on her body, while Yu Shengyan's gaze fell straight on her body, and her cold gaze did not change at all. There was a thump, which was the sound of Fu Wanqing jumping into the pond. She sank into the pond like a fish, and the ripples on the water gradually became calm.

Yu Shengyan looked at the calm and almost dead cold pool, and sighed softly.