The strange woman who plays power: the fourth lady who plays power

"Mo Yao, don't believe what she said, she even wants to kill me, this vicious woman, you divorce her. ww╲w㊣ (⊙o⊙)..." Seeing the change in his expression, Mrs. Ye knew the situation It's not good, so I opened my mouth quickly.

This sentence pulled Cui Moyao's rationality back again, and he said coldly, "I told you to let her go."

"You still don't believe me, do you?" She looked at him without blinking, a bright spark burning in her eyes.

Cui Moyao pursed his lips, facing so many right eyes, he could no longer avoid this question, but he also didn't want to face it squarely.

He closed his eyes, and said slowly: "Auntie is released, she is innocent, if you are unhappy, just make it to me."

"Hmph!" Fu Yaxuan snorted twice from his nostrils, slowly lowered the sword in his hand, and suddenly raised it up and danced a few times, only hearing the sound of the wind, Madam Ye closed her eyes in fright, this time, Her life is at stake.

Cui Moyao quickly opened his eyes, only to see her hand slowly let go of the sword, and fell to the ground with a "bang". When everyone was in a daze, she had already rushed out of the door.

If she wants to leave, she has to go completely, and if she wants to leave, she can't take advantage of some people.

Look at Mrs. Ye again, her black hair, strands of strands, was blown by the wind and fell straight to the ground.

Madam Ye slowly opened her eyes, seeing that Fu Yaxuan was no longer there, she let out a long sigh of relief, and touched her neck. Fortunately, her head was still on her neck.

It's just... her head seemed to be much lighter. She moved slightly, and the hair and headgear all over her head fell to the ground and spread all over the floor.

She froze for a moment, then touched her head subconsciously. It was smooth and smooth, without a single hair. She was startled, thinking it was an illusion, and hurried to the mirror. Who is the nun in the mirror?Looking around, there is no one else.

"Ah... my hair, my hair..." She smashed the bronze mirror with her fist, and screamed like crazy.

Ye Chunrong stepped forward to hug her, and comforted her: "Don't do this, it's okay, it will grow out soon."

"What should I do? What should I do? How can I go out to meet people in the future? Ah!" Mrs. Ye struggled, beat Ye Chunrong's chest continuously, and screamed frantically.

You know, women are born to love beauty and pay attention to their appearance, especially a head of black hair. For a woman, that is the second face. It is no wonder that she will go crazy. It is more cruel than killing her.

Ye Chunrong didn't know how to comfort her for a while, so he could only let her beat her.

"I'm going to kill that bitch, I'm going to kill her..." She scratched her bald head with ten fingers, bloodshot from it, and roared like thunder.

"Don't do this, don't hurt yourself, I will feel bad. If you feel uncomfortable, you can hit me, scold me, whatever." Ye Chunrong grabbed her hand to prevent her from hurting herself.

Cui Moyao couldn't stand it anymore, so he sneaked away, only to find peace.

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The moon had gone somewhere, and there was a light rain from the sky. The light raindrops hit the fallen flowers and formed a large drop of water, which finally fell to the ground and soaked into the soil.

The wind is like a big knife, and the rain is like a sharp sword. Thousands of swords pierced the pedestrian's heart at the same time, but the pedestrian didn't feel any pain at all.

She didn't know how she got out of the palace, and it was impossible to go back.

Looking around in a daze, the world was spinning for a while, unable to tell the direction of east, west, north and west.

She stood facing the wind, in a misty rain.

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