Fatal Concubine

Chapter 7
"Okay, I'll pay." Zhu Yeyun's eyes like a cheetah emitted an endless cold light, extremely cold, and the flames were dancing for him, making him even more enchanting and handsome, shocking.

Chasing Ye Ling's face was pale, and an unusually cold breath was floating in the air.

Let this midsummer night be gloomy and cold.

Zhu Yeyun walked towards the crowd with Situ Mo on his arm, raised his palms, "Holy Fox Ling is in my hands, as long as you let my daughter go, Holy Fox Ling will be yours."

Zhuyehao's eyes are shining, so everyone's eyes are fixed on Zhuyeyun's raised hand, where is the thing that people in the world want most.

One meter away from Zhu Yehao, he stopped, and made a look at Situ Mo who was beside him, and Situ Mo understood.

"Who am I going to hand over this Holy Fox Ling?" Zhuye Yun seemed distressed.

As soon as the words were finished, hundreds of people rushed in, obviously wanting to get the Holy Fox Ling, but it was a pity that there was only one Holy Fox Ling.

At this time, everyone's eyes were on the Holy Fox Ling in Zhuyeyun's hand, and Situ Mo beside him quickly stepped forward, and the short knife in his hand picked up the dagger on Zhuyeling's neck, and the short knife turned the man's head The arm immediately fell to the ground.

Situ Mo pulled Zhuye Ling behind him with his left hand. Seeing this, everyone immediately understood that Zhuyeyun was deliberately diverting their attention. Hundreds of celebrities drew their knives and prepared to fight.

A hundred celebrities confronted three people. Although the confrontation seemed to be of great disparity in strength, the three of them did not show the slightest fear.

"You don't have to drink a toast!" The elder of the Songshan sect angrily reprimanded him, and saw him jumping up into the air, his palms approaching Zhu Yeyun.

The elder of the Songshan School is also a master in Jianghu, his fierce palm style is as close as that of Chasing the Wild Cloud.

Zhu Yeyun mentioned that the people around him turned around and dodged, it was just a confrontation, and when the other sects saw the Songshan faction making a move, they followed suit.

Hundreds of people shot together, there was no way to hide, Zhu Yeyun withstood all the incoming swords with his own strength, his already overwhelmed body spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He insisted on protecting Situ Mo and Zhuye Ling.

"father……"

"Cloud..." Two voices sounded.

Zhuye Lingyin clenched her teeth, damn it, damn it, but at this moment her internal energy disappeared, and she couldn't exert any strength at all.

Zhuyeyun looked at the people below him, gasping for breath, "Mo'er, take Linger away..." After saying that, Zhuyeyun raised his internal strength, raised his head and let out a roar, that strong internal strength forced the people around him Shocked two meters away.

"Cloud." Situ Mo burst into tears.

"Don't take Ling'er away yet!" Zhuye Yun turned around and roared angrily.

"Don't even think about leaving." The head of the Tang Sect stood up from the ground, he didn't expect that Zhuye Yun's inner strength was so deep.

Situ Mo protected Zhu Yeling and retreated to the room.

"Ma'am, miss." Xiao Yun used lightness kung fu to fly from outside the Cui Pavilion to Situ Mo's side.

Seeing Xiaoyun coming, Situ Mo burst into tears, "Xiaoyun, take the young lady out of the secret room."

"No, mother." Zhu Yeling tightly grabbed Situ Mo's clothes with her small hands, so she couldn't leave.

"lady……"

Situ Mo pulled her hand tightly to her clothes, there was no time, the fire would soon spread here, and it would be too late if she didn't leave.

The people in Zhuyun Villa died one after another. Among the bright red sparks, there were only the more bewitching red and the extremely cold black.

Looking back at the whole mountain villa, it was already a sea of ​​flames, and the entire sky was slightly reddened by the reflection.

(End of this chapter)