Ten Miles of Peach Blossom Drunk Breeze

Chapter 560 Don't Get Your Hands Dirty

Hua Zhezhi's face was ferocious due to anger, she roared angrily: "Come here, kill her for my wife, I want to make this little slut's life worse than death..."

A cold light flashed in Ming Chuchen's eyes, and the internal force suppressed by the medicine recovered at an astonishing speed.

"Follow the order of the palace lord."

Following the words of the flowers and branches, a large number of young women came up from the surroundings in the underground palace. They were all dressed in white, each of them was as beautiful as a flower, and each of them held a sword in their hands. They surrounded Su Wanyue without any chance of survival.

Since Ming Chuchen came to the underground palace, because of Hua Zhezhi's order, these women did not dare to approach him casually, so they could only sneak a few glances at him from a distance. Many women have lost their hearts and souls since then, but they absolutely dare not show it in front of Hua Zhezhi.

The sharp blade cut through the sky, and countless long swords stabbed Su Wanyue straight, as if they wanted to stab her into a hedgehog.

Su Wanyue's sleeves were flipped up, and the dagger appeared in her hand, but before she could make a move, someone moved faster than her.

Her body suddenly fell into an embrace, and the man's thin lips were close to her ear, blowing lightly, and said with a low smile: "Let me do it! Don't dirty Yue'er's hands.".

"Okay..." Smelling the faint fragrance of peach blossoms on his body, Su Wanyue put her arms around his neck and nestled in his arms with a smile.

"Even the woman of the deity dares to move, who borrowed your courage?"

Countless white-clothed women were injured by his palm wind, and fell from the air one after another. The long swords fell everywhere, and the blood from their mouths sprayed on the ground, like blooming bewitching blood mist.

They lay on the ground in embarrassment, looking up at the man who was as handsome as a god, under his cold and seductive gaze, they actually felt a little bit of self-ashamed feeling, as if the other party was a high god, and they were just a group of insignificant people Ants.

And if God wants to crush an ant to death, it takes only a moment to raise his hand.

"Young master, this woman is disrespectful to the palace master, and we are only following orders." One of the women looked at the man full of terrifying murderous aura with a look of horror on his face.

On the ground, another woman in white clothes had a tear hanging from the corner of her eye, staring at Ming Chuchen's face that would fascinate all women in the world...

Her stunning face is the most prominent among this group of women in white clothes, and she has always been very conceited of her beauty.

So, she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and persuaded pitifully: "Yes, young master, Su Wanyue is just a woman, but the palace master is the young master's biological mother, and the young master can have many women. But... but there is only one young master's mother, she... ah..."

Before the woman in white finished speaking, her voice stopped abruptly. She let out a scream, looked down at the long sword that had sunk into her heart in disbelief, and then looked at the man who gracefully retracted her right foot.

With a bang, the woman in white fell to the ground without a sound.

"A lowly maid like you deserves to mention her name?" Looking at the corpse, the man smiled evilly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Cold, bone-chilling cold, this is the voice of all the white-clothed women present. How dare they continue to have fantasies about him when they are too late to fear him?

Regardless of Hua Zhezhi's ugly face, Su Wanyue's actions became more and more intimate. She wrapped one finger around a lock of long hair in front of him, and lightly poked his chest with the other hand, "Your peach blossoms are very prosperous... "

(End of this chapter)