Maid Crossing 3: Mad Concubine Overwhelms the World

Chapter 59 13-year-old queen [37]

The dancing postures of those seductive dancers stopped at some point, and they stared at the bloody sword on the ground in a daze.

Ye Bei smiled lightly, and walked up the steps.

Facing Nangong Chuge with a sweet smile: "Are you satisfied with this deposit?"

Nangong Chuge listened to Yebei's question, his eyes were even colder.

This girl pointed out just now that he ordered Meng Hao to be killed, and he has not yet settled the debt with her.

And she actually asked him if he was satisfied at this time?

Yebei, however, seemed to be unable to see Nangong Chuge's anger at all, and continued walking with a smile on his face.

When the corner of his eyes caught the suddenly bright cold light on the hall, Ye Bei's pupils also turned cold suddenly.

The figure quickly dodged to the side, and those graceful and seductive dancers before had turned into deadly Rakshasas.

Zhong Zhong's figure, which had been stunned in place, had already started to dance again.

With a murderous dancing posture, Ye Bei was surrounded in the middle.

The lifelike silk flower pinned in her hair has also become a murderous force.

The sharp stalks of silk flowers form an intricate net, slanting towards Yebei's thin body.

Looking at the surrounding cold light, Yebei's mouth suddenly burst into a wry smile.

He had known for a long time that the evil Nangong Chuge was threatening.

But I didn't expect it to be more dangerous by his side.

Seeing the cold light that was the first to grab his side, and the faint blue light constantly refracted under the candlelight, Yebei took a deep breath, and quickly moved aside.

These flower stalks are all soaked with poison.

As long as one is not careful, they will probably be sent to hell by them.

At the same time that Ye Bei retreated to the side, another delicate silk flower followed closely.

Ye Bei frowned, raised his arms lightly, and quickly grabbed the hand holding the silk flower.

With a twist of the wrist, he picked up the folding fan in his right hand as a stick, and slammed it on the temple of the dancer closest to him.

Almost at the same time, a silk flower behind Ye Bei bloomed in the candlelight, slanting towards Ye Bei's shoulder.

(End of this chapter)