Ice concubine of the cold king

Chapter 210 Aunt Yingyue
I didn't have time to think, but I said "Be careful—" Yingyue flicked the white belt around her waist, my body tightened, and she successfully pulled away the deadly palm.

Because the master blocked Yingyue's sword, his body gradually slumped.My breathing gradually became difficult.

"ah--"

With an exclamation, Yingyue flew into the air, and slashed at Mrs. Hong with her palm.And the long sword in Madam Hong's hand was pulled from the master's body, and stabbed directly at Yingyue.

"don't want--"

Seeing the blood gushing from the master's chest, I yelled.

"Ah—" Madam Hong and Yingyue screamed at the same time, I knew Yingyue must have succeeded.

With a sword stuck in Yingyue's body, she slowly fell from the air.And Mrs. Hong was shocked by Yingyue's palm and disappeared.

The master leaned forward, and caught Yingyue with both hands. "Yingyue, are you okay?" He asked gently.

"Ziyi, you finally forgive me." Yingyue smiled.

"I, I'm leaving first, you tell about Yue'er, tell her..."

The master's voice was drowned in the boundless night, and the death-like enemies also faded away like a tide

"Aunt Yue, Aunt Yue—" Qin Yi anxiously called Yingyue.

"Child, I'm here, I'm here." Yingyue's weak voice was so faint in the black night.

Surrounded by countless corpses, I could hear Xu Yanqing's heart-piercing voice.

"You should call me Aunt Ying, come Yue'er." Yingyue stretched out her trembling hand and gently pulled me. "Do you really want to know why I look like you?" Her beautiful eyes were like stars in the sky.

"En—" I choked up and nodded slowly.Although everything is unimportant, I believe that what Yingyue and I need most is an explanation.

"Son, remember, I am your aunt, my aunt. That is, your mother's sister. I believe you don't know this, because your mother and your father must have never told you." She slightly The hoarse voice pulled my thoughts.

Aunt?It turned out that the beauty painting in her father's room was her!No wonder, I always feel that portrait is my portrait.

(End of this chapter)