Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 142 You Shouldn't Hurt Her (2)
Lian Xuan rubbed her brows vigorously, all her memories were complicated, she closed her eyes, and said with some difficulty: "No, I don't know."

Song Wanzhi said softly, "Lianxuan, take your time. If you don't want to think about it, don't think about it."

Lian Xuan felt that she was holding her hand softly and firmly, as if she wanted to comfort everything, she slowly said: "In my memory, it's not like this. I have memories from childhood to adulthood. But, those memories Floating in the bottom of my heart, but feel, far away from me, far away."

Having said that, she was slightly at a loss.

Song Wanzhi looked at her, just held her gently, and stopped talking.

Perhaps memory can be deceiving, but emotion cannot be let go.

The carriage grunted and rolled forward.

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The night was boundless, and Ximen's silent figure criss-crossed in the darkness. After a few ups and downs, he had completely disappeared in front of everyone.

He stopped on the vast and boundless avenue, then turned his head, looked at the venue where the Tiancheng Banquet was located, a dim light flashed in his eyes, and then said three words coldly: "Song Wanzhi."

Song Wanzhi!Good Song Wanzhi!If she hadn't ruined her good deed, how could she have exposed her identity and fled? !How could an extremely important part of the prince's plan fail? !

If given the chance, he would definitely make that woman pay the price!

Thinking of this, Ximen Wuyan saw the figure of the young girl floating in front of his eyes. Although he only had a glimpse at that time, she was extremely glamorous and unparalleled in temperament. He couldn't help but snorted coldly: "Song Wanzhi, I will strip you naked one day... ..."

Before he finished speaking, he froze suddenly.

The world is shrouded in a huge taboo, every trace of air is stained with killing, that kind of absolute oppressive air, like a king descending!
Never before had he been so close to death.

who is it? !
His heart was completely shocked to the point of trembling!

who is he?He is Ximen Wuyan who ranks 73 on the Qing Yun Ranking, and he is the Grand Tutor of the Song Dynasty who has stepped into the peak of the Elephant Realm!In the entire Chen Kingdom, Emperor Xiao Jing was seriously injured and unable to recover, except for the doctor king, who else could be above him? !Moreover, even if the Doctor King appeared, how could that old man make him feel this way?
It's completely in a state of letting go!
How could there be someone in this world who would let him, a powerhouse at the peak of the Elephant Realm, dare not move rashly like an ant!

And at this moment, suddenly, with a "squeak", his sleeves were torn apart by the air, and then, the air around him seemed to be instantly transformed into thousands of blades, which came vertically and horizontally with appalling sharpness !

"laugh--"

Thousands of streaks of air are cut like silk, cutting straight into the muscles and bones.

In an instant, there were already countless criss-cross wounds on his arm, and blood beads came out like rain.

The extreme pain pierced his bones, but this severe pain was completely suppressed by a huge shock. What turned upside down in his mind was this person's martial power that had reached the realm of transformation. This kind of complete control over everything in the world is simply shocking. !He knew that even if the air penetrated even a little bit, his tendons would be completely broken, and he would become a useless person!

Then, he heard footsteps, but he knew it was just that this person wanted him to hear it.

He wanted to turn his head to take a look, but before his neck moved, the man behind said, "Don't turn your head."

The voice was like the sound of nature, calm as the sea, but it made him feel chilled to the bone.

"Who are you?" Although he could tell that he was not very old, he still opened his mouth fearfully, because if he cultivated to a certain level, he could change his voice and appearance at will, so he didn't regard this person as a real person. "young people".

The man stood behind him: "It doesn't matter who I am, it's just that even Jincheng wants to use Lianxuan to keep the crown prince of the Song Dynasty from keeping his position in the East Palace. There is nothing wrong with it, but you did one thing wrong."

"What, what's the matter?" Ximen wanted to tremble inexplicably without words.

How does this person know? !
The man behind him spoke slowly, a little coldly: "You shouldn't have hurt her."

Ximen Wuyan hadn't reacted yet, suddenly, the air that seemed to lie in the flesh and blood was like a knife, and suddenly entered!
"No!" He let out a low growl of despair!

With a "bang", the unparalleled Taifu in the Song Dynasty knelt down on the ground powerlessly, and his bones cracked with a crisp sound.

He is useless.He has been cultivating for 50 years. Since he was ten years old, he has survived countless wars and killings, but today, in this small corner, he has ruined all his prospects.

He tried hard to open his eyes, and the cold sweat rushed down like rain. The intense pain almost made him lose his sanity. He collapsed to the ground. In the last corner of his eyes, he could only see the corner of the silver robe, like the moonlight shining on the ground, pouring down. Sprinkle this vast world.

Suddenly, even greater fear hit his heart, and he suddenly thought of a person.

Back then, when the old emperor was asking questions, he secretly raised his eyes and saw the man's clothes exposed between the mountains and rivers.

The moonlight is everywhere, and the world is not as bright as one.

That is, the corner of Su Mengchen's clothes.

Su Xiang.

(End of this chapter)