Chapter 230 Who dares to touch the woman of the emperor!

In the silence, the man who sat motionless on his knees suddenly moved. He was not like the previous prisoners who killed directly without saying a word. Instead, the prisoner was calm and calm without a riot-like atmosphere. He moved and just moved his mouth: "I haven't seen the combination of man and swords for many years. You are the queen of Wu Cangkong. People."

This person uses a statement, not a question. Wu Cang Juelan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the three-day bloodthirsty made his voice a little hoarse and low: "Wu Cangkong is my grandfather. Who are you?"

"Oh? It turns out that so many years have passed..." The man muttered with a little emotion, and then said, "Well, who am I? I don't remember how many years no one asked me this question. Who am I..."

Wu Cang Juelan frowned slightly and looked at the man who he seemed to be recalling who he was. His heart was full of blood, and his eyes flashed with blood, and he clenched and sobbed blood and was about to do it.

He is here to kill people, not to gossip.

Just as he was about to lift his sword, the man opened his mouth, and his voice was steady but inexplicably put down his brutal pressure. "Young man, your heart is unstable. Seeing that you are the descendant of an old friend, I will give you a hand. It's not a good thing to be too bloodthirsty. It's easy to get crazy if you suddenly want to kill.

As soon as this man's voice fell, Wu Cang Juelan found that he could not control his body at all. A calm force poured into his body. The turbid and bloody breath in his body dispersed under this force, tearing his body at the same time, and a completely uncontrollable pain swept over his body. "Ah- The tearing roar rushed out.

The beast-like roar penetrated the whole dark prison, and when the ending gradually dissipated, Wucang Juelan's whole body softened like dehydration.

The man closed his hand and sat back cross-legged, shaking his mouth and said, "I'm the last king of the corpse."

After supporting the ground with a sword, Wucang Juelan adjusted his breath and found that more than the riot-moving breath had disappeared. His realm of improvement these days has stabilized, and his internal force is even much stronger. Is this supposed to be the enemy's corpse king - "You gave me your power?" Why help me?"

If he doesn't help him, once he goes crazy, the consequences will be heavy.

The old corpse king still sat firmly cross-legged and said with his eyes closed, "I'm helping you because only you can help me now. I've been waiting here for so many years, and finally let me wait."

"What do you mean?" Wu Cang Juelan frowned.

"I have killed countless sins in this life, but the greatest sin still gave birth to a son who is more vicious than me." The voice of the old royal corpse king is stable, with no regret or fierceness. Presumably, he has worn out all his emotions for a long time. There is no love or sadness, and the rest is the enlightenment after the precipitation of the years.

"I don't remember how many years have passed. In short, I, the corpse king, was driven off the stage by my son, and when I left the corpse island for my life, the people on the island who used to live and work in peace and contentment have become walking corpses who just want to dominate the world all day long under his influence."

"Ha ha, karma, karma." The old corpse king pulled the corners of his mouth and still closed his eyes and said, "My son is not only superior in killing, but also better than blue in power. I can't accept the evil fruit I planted. Good boy, you are worthy of being the descendants of your ancestors, the unity of human swords, and the unity of human swords that have not appeared for many years. In this world, maybe only you can defeat him. Today, I will do my best to help you. I don't want to wash away this sin. I just hope that he can return a sunny day to innocent people.

The last faint sigh hovered down, and the breath of the old corpse king was also broken here.

The dark door opened with a bang, and the golden sun sprinkled in. Even the small dust in the dark was exposed to the sun. Wu Cang Juelan raised his sword and finally looked at the old corpse king and turned to walk into the bright sunshine.

The cycle of heavenly principles, retribution is unpleasant, and the wicked have their own evil people. There is no sympathy and gratitude. He helps him and he helps him. They don't owe each other.

The ancestral temple is a pure white pagoda. At this moment, the high-level officials of the water demon family gathered on the high platform in front of the ancestral temple. The patriarch presided over the wedding in person. The four elders sat in all directions. Almost all the people on the island were together and looked happily at the red couple in front of the altar.

Xin Yimian's red wedding dress makes his sickly pale skin whiter and whiter. His long and narrow eyebrows, tight thin lips, and a long fiery red hair are gorgeous. He looked at the people with sincere blessings under the stage, turned his head and looked at the woman at the other end of the red silk in his hand, and gently raised the corners of his lips.

With this smile, the ice and snow-like cold face suddenly bloomed, like the pure white pear blossoms of thousands of trees blooming in an instant, like snow falling on the branches, which is light and comfortable beauty.

With this smile, the people below were stunned and looked at him. With this smile, she wore a red head and was indifferent.

Laughing like the spring breeze, turning around is fleeting.

He never thought that there would be a day when she would put on a wedding dress for himself, although the wedding was just a trap.

In this way, it is already a luxury.

There has never been hope. How can we talk about despair?

"The auspicious time is coming--" Si Li's bright voice resounded through the blue sky, and the noise below stopped in an instant.

Red sandalwood's fingers instantly closed the red silk and shook it gently.

In this expectant silence, there was a moment when a white light dazzled everyone's eyes. Then, an evil and arrogant voice broke through the air: "My emperor's woman, who dares to touch it!"

In a word, like a fuse, the bride pulled off the red cover and turned to one of the nearest four elders. At the same moment, the patriarch, who had been sitting firmly like a mountain, also moved and took over an elder in an instant. The groom's reaction was not slow. He pulled off the tied dress and exposed the silver armor that had been prepared for a long time, and picked up a patriarch and rushed over.

The sword is like a long rainbow, directly through the remaining elder's chest. The untouchable elder didn't even realize what had happened when he was dying.

Blood was sprinkled on the red silk, which was gorgeous.

"Ah--" The people who reacted screamed and fled, and the whole scene of joy was instantly chaotic.

Who would have thought that such a happy day would turn into a mourning day?

He grabbed the waist of the red sandalwood and swept with a sword. The sword spirit shocked the elder directly to the ground.

Feeling the temperature at his waist, the red sandalwood's eyes were a little hot for no reason. He came back, and he came back alive. That's good.

After a moment of shock, many people didn't realize what had happened at all, and saw that the four elders who had been superior for thousands of years had all died on the altar. This speed is so fast that the huge power cultivated by the four elders for thousands of years is not useful at all. When they understand, the leader is gone. Who will die in vain?

It has been nurtured for thousands of years and destroyed for a moment.

Between heaven and earth, it calmed down again.

During this period, it was not enough for the people to stay away from this site. Fortunately, they were fast and did not hurt innocent residents.

Wu Cang Juelan hugged the red sandalwood and looked at Xin Yimian, who had changed his clothes. Fortunately, he knew it, otherwise...

Xin Yimian met his eyes head-on without fear. He changed his clothes not because he was afraid of him.

The clans were a little confused when they looked at the scene on the high platform. Why did the groom take off his wedding robe, and the man in blood who came out of nowhere hugged the bride. His evil charm was unparalleled. Red and red reflected each other, which was like the wedding of the two of them.

Blood-dressed demonic face, the whole body is excellent. That momentum is not at the same level as three days ago.

The red sandalwood inserted between the two in time. Looking at him frowning with blood and worry, he approached him without a trace and whispered, "How's it going? Can you hold on?"

His two swords were indeed fierce, but he worked hard for three days without sleep. His spirit must be highly concentrated. The master lost his life at all. In this way, in the past three days, if it hadn't been supported by a tenacious belief, he would have overdrawn his mental strength and physical strength to such a point, and I'm afraid he would have fallen down early. Now that the matter is solved, the breath is relieved, and the stamina must be very tragic.

Red Sandalwood didn't expect her to guess so accurately. As soon as he finished speaking, he fell on her before he could answer.

The corners of the red sandalwood's mouth twitched, and the two people on the stage nodded and half hugged the person on his body and left.

Metasequoia and Xin Yimian stayed and explained to the clan. Next, they had to clean up those tentacles, which was very busy.

Wu Cang Juelan's body was seriously injured. It's not too much to say that he has no skin. Red sandalwood is very surprised. How did he make his whole body full of wounds, but his face is not damaged?

When the doctors on the island were helpless, the red sandalwood spent a return pill to stabilize his injury. For the next five days, he was in a coma. The doctor said that his mental and physical strength were overdrawn, and the injury was serious. It was originally a life-and-death situation. When she poured down the best pills left by her master for free, her condition improved.

On the evening of the fifth day, he finally woke up.

"Amu, I'm hungry." Lying on the bed, the evil and low voice said slowly.

Red sandalwood sat by the bed with a faint smile, took the porridge on the cabinet next to him, dug a spoonful and gently blew it to his mouth.

The rose-colored lips hooked, and the light in Danfeng's eyes was unclear. He smiled and said, "Amu hasn't fed me like this these days, right?"

Red sandalwood paused for a moment. She has been taking care of him here for the past five days, including feeding and wiping her body, but she made sure that he didn't wake up and didn't see what she did. Now it's just... Well, she feels like she's begging for favor. Of course, she will never do this idea. Let this person notice it.

"I know that the food I cooked by myself is not as delicious as yours. If you are not satisfied, I will let them take it away and make it again." As he spoke, he took back his hand.

"I eat, I eat." Hearing that she made it herself, she couldn't care about anything else. She stretched out her neck and stuffed a mouthful of porridge into her mouth. There is no reason that the food made by Amu is not delicious. I'm very satisfied.

Looking at his satisfied face, she smiled softly and then fed him.