Unique in the world: the first to kill the concubine

"What the saint said is very true. I also wonder why Bu Zhentian and the others are so unlucky recently." Dugu Zhijian was sweating coldly, not knowing what the girl in front of him meant when he suddenly said this.

"Haha, thanks to Bu Zhentian's cleverness all his life, he was confused for a while, and he was able to be in such a mess now, all because of his daughter who kicked him out of the house."

"What? The daughter who was kicked out of the house by him?" Dugu Zhijian heard for the first time that the one who was kicked out by Bu Zhentian was the legendary slut?

Could it be that woman is responsible for so many things that happened in the capital?

"Hall Master Dugu, thanks to you for claiming to be smart, the means of ten of you may not be able to beat one's head." Dugu Yuchun's eyes flashed past the girl he saw at the banquet that day, and he coldly recalled Lip corners. [

"Hearing what the saint said, the old man really underestimated that idiot from the Bu family."

"Although I am not your biological daughter Dugu hall master, you have treated me well these years, but now I still have a matter for you to handle."

"I don't know what the saint wants me to do, but this old man will definitely die."

"Look here." Dugu Yuchun picked up a brush and wrote a word lightly on the rice paper.

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The long wind of summer night sweeps the epiphyllum in the courtyard, and the misty fragrance wafts in the Tsinghua Palace.However, no one appreciates this beautiful scenery.

The whole palace looked cold and lonely, if not everything in the palace was clean and tidy, it almost made people think that no one lived there.

Compared with the magnificent palace of the entire Huaqing Festival, the Tsinghua Palace in the north of Minghan, the host of Linghui Kingdom, looks simple and austere.

Fortunately, the Yuchan Palace is all about these flashy and superficial things. Compared with thousands of buildings, red bricks and green tiles, he seems to love these flowers that are silently swaying in the wind.

There are no maids in the whole palace, the shadows of the trees in the courtyard are mottled, the ground is full of silver moonlight, the moon mountain willows turn their heads slightly, looking up, it seems that they can see the laurel in the Guanghan Palace .

"Master, your old injury has not healed, and you have a new injury, you should go to rest." Behind him is a young man dressed in black, with a sword in both hands and a handsome but extremely shrewd boy.The master had just fought against the king of the Gods and Devils Palace, and was seriously injured, and his body was still very weak.

Under a green pine tree in the courtyard, the young man in white robes looking up at the stars in the distance stands there like a banished fairy. The fragrance of epiphyllum flutters with the night wind. On the stone slab, it looks more ethereal and mysterious like this, and the appearance of being independent from the world seems to be going away on the moon, which makes people feel a little uneasy.

"It's still early, I've slept long enough." An indifferent voice came, with some sighs floating in the air.The young man smiled lightly, like the moonlight blurred by a paintbrush, hazy and magnificent.I don't know why, but after waking up from this meditation, Yuchan Palace has no intention of going back to sleep.He seemed to be tired of sleeping, there seemed to be something waiting for him to do, he just didn't feel sleepy.

The black-clothed boy looked at such a master with reverence, and his eyes darkened a bit: "Master, the people from the Demon Temple will probably come to you these days. If you don't take a good rest, how can you handle it?" They, although the master is already at the peak of the Sword Intent Emperor, your body has not fully recovered yet."