The princess who mistakenly provoked the prince asked to divorce her husband

Chapter 16
Mo Ziyuan was born in Shenzhen in modern times. There has never been snow, and the weather is very mild. This kind of cold wind, icy cold weather made her suffer physically and mentally. If she was caught, she might really die, so she clenched her teeth and persisted, advancing hard in the wind and snow with Ta Xue.

After driving all night, the sky finally shone slightly, and Mo Ziyuan was exhausted to the extreme, she had never been so tired before, she really wished to lie on the soft and comfortable Simmons, wrapped in a quilt and covered by a dream Zhou Gong.

The two of them stopped talking and tried to maintain their strength.

"Young Master Snowwalker of Xuejing Tower!" A deep, deep, magnetic voice came from behind him.

Mo Ziyuan suddenly came back to her senses, and a pure white figure appeared in front of the two of them.

"Who is your Excellency?" Young Master Xue Tread stopped, gently brushed off the snowflakes on the skirt of his clothes, and looked at him leisurely.

Mo Ziyuan opened his weak eyes, and a man exuding a faint and indifferent aura stood behind his backlight. He lowered his head, covered his brows with broken bangs, covered his brows, piercing eyes, slender and long single With phoenix eyes, under the high bridge of the nose are two proud thin lips. He is nearly seven feet tall and thin. He wears a purple robe embroidered with green patterns. Turned up, tucked into the white jade belt around the waist, wearing white buckskin boots on the feet.

The man didn't raise his head, but just said indifferently: "Today, I just want to learn the martial arts of the fearsome young man in the rivers and lakes!"

"I'm afraid it's not just a discussion!" Young Master Snow's indifferent eyes flashed a meaningful smile because of his words, and he continued: "You still want to take the life of the host?"

The man raised his eyes slightly, and said with a sneer: "Sure enough, Mr. Snow Walker is not as famous as meeting him. It's really not my main purpose to learn from each other! I don't need to tell you what I think! Because..."

Inadvertently, his eyes glanced at Mo Ziyuan who was beside him, and he rushed over like lightning, and the two eyes intertwined. Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the man's eyes, and he took a step forward, as if he saw a ghost, and was unbelievably startled. Fear: "Who are you!"

Mo Ziyuan was inexplicably frightened by his actions, and felt vigilant, frowned and said: "None of your business! I don't know you!"

When the man heard this, he was extremely astonished, and just about to speak, the young man beside him held Mo Ziyuan in his arms, wrapped her arms around her slender waist, and said domineeringly: "She is my woman!"

Mo Ziyuan bumped him with an elbow, and retorted with a blushing face, "Who is your woman!"

The man stared at her like a needle, as if he wanted to pierce her heart.

Being stared at by those eyes, Mo Ziyuan was terrified, like resentment, like helplessness, mixed with deep pain, always felt that he was very strange.

This person suddenly blocked the way of the two of them, it could not be simply for the sake of learning from each other, could it be that he is a member of the court?But it didn't seem like it, and his eyes were too weird, and his intuition told him that this person must have bad intentions.

After confronting each other for a while, Mr. Taxue finally couldn't bear the man's staring at Mo Ziyuan, moved his right hand to the right, and said sharply, "Draw your sword!"

The man withdrew his gaze from Mo Ziyuan, raised the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "Please enlighten me!"

After all, the two of them showed their weapons one after another, and the two sharp swords came out of their sheaths by themselves, turning into a light blue sword light, drawing a rounded arc in the air, suddenly in front, and suddenly behind, The trajectories are unpredictable, and Mo Ziyuan can't catch them at all, and the figures of the two are like ghosts.

After fighting fiercely for a long time, the two of them still hadn't decided the winner. Mo Ziyuan let the biting cold wind blow away her black and soft hair, and looked up at the two slender figures.

"How can you know the snow scene swordsmanship!" The astonished roar of Young Master Xue came from my ear: "Who the hell are you?"

"I... who am I!" The man's eyes suddenly burst into strong sorrow, and the snow was falling. He stood in the snowflakes covered with silver frost, stretched out his hand, and gently caught the flying snowflakes with his palm.

Beauty... Such pure white snow flakes are so poignantly beautiful that it is breath-taking and embarrassing, as if in the vortex of memories and cannot extricate themselves, the cold face actually reveals a blush for the first time.

Mo Ziyuan actually felt that he had a sense of beauty that had nothing to do with gender, like a winter plum in the snow, cold and proud, clear and beautiful.

"Who the hell are you?" Young Master Xue Treading's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was calm and majestic.

The man came to his senses, and said coldly, "My...name is Wang Yu!"

Master Xue Treading stared at him like a snake, and said coldly, "Why do you know this sword technique?"

Wang Yu was taken aback for a moment, forced himself to smile and said, "I... why did I tell you!"

"Okay, very good, take your life!" Mr. Ta Xue kept rubbing his right hand back and forth on his strong nose, his whole body suddenly became cold, and even a person like Mo Ziyuan who didn't know martial arts could easily feel the strong murderous aura.

Why is stepping on the snow so exciting?Are they old acquaintances?But it doesn't seem like it looks like it!

The two fell into a battle again, but this time, it was no longer a simple contest of martial arts. With that posture, it seemed that they were fighting to the death.

Mo Ziyuan didn't dare to vent her anger, she clenched her hands in her sleeves, pursed her lips slightly, and stared intently at the constantly changing moves of the two.

While the two were fighting in full swing, a rough male voice came from the ear, "Treading snow traitors! You can't run away! If you surrender, you can still leave your body!"

Mo Ziyuan looked away and saw that the dense crowd of officers and soldiers had already completely surrounded the place. The leader of the officers and soldiers pointed their knives at Treading Snow, with an excited smile on the corner of their brows.

Mo Ziyuan's heart skipped a beat, and the leading officer put the gleaming knife point on her neck, "Treading snow traitor, surrender quickly, or I will kill this woman!"

Mo Ziyuan closed her eyes, and a feeling of doom came from her head. At this moment, she knew that they had become the turtles in the urn, and there was no chance to resist again.

"You guys are really despicable and shameless, you only blackmail women!" Mo Ziyuan gave the man with the knife a hard look, and looked up at the sky, where the snow was shining like clouds, and the glass was clean.

"Let her go!" Young Master Xue Treading's voice was like a cold wind from a cellar, and everyone present trembled.

Suddenly, Wang Yu's long sword swung out against the wind, and a black cold light went straight to Young Master Treading Snow's throat. Before the sword arrived, Sen Han's sword energy had pierced the cold wind. Mo Ziyuan, who had to deal with a difficult opponent at the same time, her footsteps were already vain, she retreated seven feet suddenly, leaped into the air, her body was as light as a feather, and then floated away, the long sword in her hand was shining with light, and she stood up. Wang Yu's sword strike was like a lightning strike, and the long sword in Wang Yu's hand had already changed its moves and stabbed straight out.

There was no way for Young Master Treading Snow to retreat, and when he came back to his senses, his suddenly raised body had already fallen to the ground.

(End of this chapter)