Allure in one dance: Immortal concubine dominates the world

Chapter 70 You're Unworthy

"What do you want me to do?" The man raised his eyebrows and interrupted the woman's words;
"Fu Moqin." The woman's choking voice instantly turned into a stabbing voice, with hatred and jealousy in her eyes...

Liu Ruhua was shocked again;
Fumoqin moves...

The woman has only one word, death.

He, Liu Ruhua, is the ruler of Bliss City, but he seldom uses the soul-locking flute to deal with anyone or anything. She Qingcheng is the first person he has done in hundreds of years. He, Liu Ruhua, has always shown no pity for anyone. Otherwise, he wouldn't have used the soul-locking jade flute on her that day...

But the Fumoqin, which has never been used now, is also used on her, a woman?
"Liu Ruhua, are you also bewitched by her? Don't forget that you owe me, I am your own sister!"

Zi Ruo looked at Liu Ruhua who was hesitant, and felt ruthless in her heart. Could it be that her brother was also bewitched by her....

"I just thought, when did Liu Ruhua's trump card become so worthless?" Liu Ruhua resumed his usual wicked smile.

Well, just a woman...

"Let's go." Liu Ruhua hooked five fingers, and got the Moqin.

Zi Ruo was taken aback for a moment, then raised the corners of her mouth, smiling like a ghost.

Qingcheng raised her head slightly to look at the two people who came forward, glanced at Ziruo, raised her lower eyelids, and ignored their existence.

"Hmph, very good." Zi Ruo walked up to Qing Cheng who was dressed in blood, and snorted coldly;
Seeing her is not surprising at all, dare to ignore her?

"Let's see if you still dare to be arrogant, Qian Moran's wife? Haha, it's up to you——to be worthy?" Zi Ruo laughed, with contempt in her eyes, jealousy, unwillingness, and disgust.

Seeing that Qingcheng is silent, Ziruo's anger is even stronger;

"Are you afraid? Or is Qian Moran's wife dumb?" Zi Ruo said with her back turned.

"You are not worthy." Three words spit out from bloodless lips, it was not that she was silent, but that the woman in front of her was unworthy, so she disdained to talk to her.

"Pa..." A slap was reflected on Qingcheng's pale right cheek, leaving a red mark.

Why!It was she who met Qian Moran 500 years ago and paid for it...

Compared with time, compared with love; in what way is she not as good as Wu Qingcheng, what kind of green onion is she?She was also an immortal...

Originally thought that Qian Moran had no feelings, so it was fine if she just looked at him from a distance, he would not fall in love with anyone... Knowing that he went down to the mortal world, she also secretly followed...

"Hehe, I'm not worthy. Picturesque; let this woman see if I'm worthy or not." Zi Ruo said angrily
Qingcheng smiled coldly.

The halo of the early glow penetrates through the cracks of the rock; shining on Qingcheng, it becomes a beautiful picture scroll;

Liu Ruhua waved his sleeve robe, and put an antique zither on his chest.

Instead of sitting and playing the qin like usual, Liu Ruhua held the Fumoqin across her arms and played the music like a lute.

(End of this chapter)