Heaven Defying Little Concubine: Evil King, don't mess around

Chapter 62 Fighting Skills (2)

There was a burst of exclamation in the pavilion.

The sound of the flute entered into a rapid tone, followed by a burst of crackling sounds, which sounded in all directions, and the flowers in full bloom exploded and turned into powder. Immediately, the garden was filled with mist and fragrance.

You want the flowers to bloom to the extreme, and I will let them be wiped out.

The strong mist and flower fragrance made some people cough because they couldn't bear the stimulation.

Concubine Yu, who had been prepared for a long time, covered her mouth and nose, she was fine.

Unexpectedly, her skills were so superb, Empress Xi was surprised, Pan Huarong was surprised and even more angry, and the dissatisfaction in her eyes was even more unwilling. She would never just admit defeat like this.

Looking at the pollen scattered all over the garden, Pan Huarong got up under the cold eyes of Empress Xi.

Shuangyan stared at her with elegant eyes, full of contempt and playfulness, meaning if you refuse to accept it and fight again, I will accompany you to the end.

Qin is good, your knowledge is still shallow, how can you control it.

The song "Whining and Resentment" has already put you in such a mess, if you still want to play, I will make you lose face and see if you still dare to go out.

Returning to Qin Zuo again, Pan Huarong's eyes narrowed, not as strong as before, it seems that she has concerns.

Shuangyan still had an elegant smile, raised her eyebrows, and motioned for her to start. She pressed her hand on the strings and said coldly, "You come first."

Shuangyan shook her head, aren't you amazing!I come first, and you may not win.

The cheerful flute sound overflows, the music is agile, free, fluent like a song, long and unrestrained, and then the pitch rises, and the momentum goes straight to the sky.

The wind suddenly blew up in the sky, and a dense black cloud flew from the sky. When we saw it clearly from a distance, it turned out to be a flock of eagles.

There were so many eagles flying continuously, circling in the air and hooting incessantly that the concubines screamed in fright.

Pan Huarong's eyes were bloodshot, and she plucked the strings quickly with her hands. The sound of the piano was like a sharp arrow shooting towards the eagle. Unfortunately, her skills were indeed shallow, and her strength dissipated in mid-air.

Ying Banhao was not hurt, but the eagle was fierce, and rushed towards her. Being attacked by so many eagles, fear arose in Pan Huarong's eyes. Many were injured, and blood was spattered everywhere.

Seeing that Ying was hurt by herself, she hesitated, and she was full of arrogance.

Shuangyan played the flute intensified, the flute sounded as high as a trumpet, and when he heard the command to charge, the hesitant eagle launched a fierce attack, and rushed towards Pan Huarong one after another. For a while, the bird feathers flew, his clothes were stabbed, stabbed...

Help... help...

Pan Huarong finally lost to the frenzied attack of a huge number of eagles. Surrounded by the eagles, her clothes were torn, her hairpins were scattered, and she screamed for help. Even so, she still had to protect the veil on her face.

It can be seen how much she cares about her appearance.

Shuangyan's sly eyes flashed, the sound of the flute lowered, and the eagle spread out, revealing Pan Huarong, who was trembling and disheveled.

The sound of the flute screamed, and an eagle swooped down, and the eagle's claws slashed across Pan Huarong's delicate onion hands like a knife, and the blood was dripping immediately. She let go of the pain, and the veil was grabbed by the eagle's claws, revealing her face full of pus .

The eagles rushed up again, picked her up like an eagle catching a chicken, and threw her in front of Empress Xi and the concubines with a bang.

The concubines, who were already petrified, screamed again.

"Ghost!"

There was a commotion in the pavilion, and Empress Xi looked at the ugly Pan Huarong with an expression of remorse and hatred. It was unbelievable that she had really turned into such a ghost again.

No wonder she made herself so fragrant, to cover up the smell from the pustule.

The ugly appearance was exposed in front of others, Pan Huarong felt ashamed and almost went crazy, curled up pitifully on the ground, covered his face and began to cry.

"Come here, come here... Let the Ai family arrest her."

(End of this chapter)