Jing Mulie noticed her movement immediately and threw Luo Xi out.
He also quickly turned around and turned around to hold his breath.
The red soft robe behind him flew into the air, creating a hurricane, completely blocking the powder from his five senses.
Luo Xi choked on the powder and her eyes were blinded.
Her throat was itchy, but she couldn't help herself from coughing and tried to pretend to be calm without showing any embarrassment.
Jing Mulie turned around unharmed, with his iconic face still on his face, with a hint of conspiracy and a cruel smile.
"Okay, honey, enough of the tantrums, it's time for us to get down to business.
I promise, from today on, you will never leave this room.
I will visit you every day until you can't scream anymore."
Luo Xi held her choked chest slightly with her palms, stared at Jing Mulie with hatred in her eyes, and moved closer to her step by step.
Luo Xi retreated step by step until he hit the wall.
He had no way to go and had to change his route.
Luo Xi searched quickly, spotted the door that was not closed, and rushed towards the door.
Hearing a sudden "pop", Luo Xi immediately turned his head and saw a spear going straight through Jing Mulie's chest.
The spear was sharp.
Incomparable, only in front of Luo Xi's eyes.
The red blood smeared on his red robe, leaving only a dark red that gradually spread.
Luo Xi was frightened by this sudden reversal, and was stunned in place, her hands and feet feeling cold for a while.
It must be that the reinforcements sent by Lu Cheng have arrived, but such a blatant assassination clearly means that they are here for the position of emperor.
Except for such a big matter, the officials must investigate it to the end, and once it is traced, someone must go out to take the blame, and there must be sufficient reasons.
And this reason will implicate Jing Mohao to some extent and will be extremely detrimental to him regaining the throne.
While Luo Xi was thinking, Wen Xiqin's figure unexpectedly appeared from behind the man.
She pushed away Luo Xi, who was still stunned, and looked face to face with Jing Mulie.
"Wen, Xi, Qin" Jing Mulie's face was no longer smiling at this moment.
This was probably the most ferocious expression he had ever had in his life.
He had been beautiful and disguised his whole life, and he probably never thought that his life would pass away so hastily.
God seems to want to torture everyone on purpose, so that you can see your true appearance only when you lose it.
Wen Xiqin looked at the man's face with some pity, the smile that once moved her was gone, "Lie, don't be afraid if it hurts, I'll be with you right away."
After that, he rushed towards the spear with all his strength.
Before Luo Xi could grab her, she felt a gust of wind whirling past her, sweeping away with incomparable determination and depth.
There was another sound of a spear piercing the sternum, which made the whole heart tremble and the pain was unstoppable.
Wen Xiqin was finally able to touch the man's face, but her fingers were already cold.
She didn't seem to feel any pain, and only the man's angry features were in her eyes.
Two lines of tears poured down, Wen Xiqin pursed her lips and said, "Lie, I knew it was a scam, but I still believed it, but they asked me to hate you, which I really can't do.
I still love you very much, even though you are now You will never smile at me again, no matter how many women you have been with, the first and last one can only be me.
Lie, I love you, let me tell you for the last time
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