Muchen was sad and angry.
He was not the only one watching the show.
Why should he only be punished?
"Feng Ming, Feng Yu just came back, Yun Man is left to you."
Feng Ming, who was secretly rejoicing, froze with a look of mourning, the emperor was too cruel, wasn't he just watching a show.
Muchen has reached consummation, yes, that's very good.
Murong Wu ran away, so he had to chase her, but not now.
After looking at the direction Murong Wu left, I will let you go for a few days.
If you offend him, there is no way to leave easily.
With a flick of his silver robe, he returned to the palace. . dividing line.
Murong Mansion was filled with cold air pressure everywhere.
Everyone was in danger and cautious, for fear of touching the volcano and burning their bones.
Murong Yi was sitting in the lobby, with broken porcelain pieces scattered everywhere at his feet, and traces of murderous aura leaking out, making it suffocating.
His face was ashen, his eyebrows were raised, and several guards were kneeling in front of him, trembling.
"General, this, this" the guard who sent the message trembled and stammered, his cold eyes fixed on him, and immediately, the temperature in the room dropped a few more times.
There was a heavy weight in my heart, and I couldn't say the rest of the words.
"Get lost!"
Murong Yi shouted violently.
The angry voice made the people outside couldn't help but tremble.
There was no doubt that if they didn't get out, he would kill them the next moment.
Forced to hold back the sweet taste in their throats, several people quickly exited the lobby. puff After coming out, they all vomited blood, and the clothes on their backs stuck to their bodies tightly, making them wet, but they all breathed a deep sigh of relief, and finally didn't explain it here.
Just after walking around the gate of hell, several people celebrated that they didn't stay there and decided to reward themselves when they went back.
The job of the king is fatal.
Everyone left, Murong Yi still had a dark face, thinking about what the guard said just now, what is the purpose of King Luo?
It will be three months soon, and there is no news about Wu'er now.
If I had known it, I would have known it.
Even if I had known it earlier, I wouldn’t have refused to agree.
The handsome face showed worry and helplessness, worrying about his daughter who was far away.
That figure flashed through my mind again, filled with love, sadness and anger.
During this time, he finally saw the woman's face, which was so familiar that it made his heart ache.
He was absolutely certain that she was Murong Wu's mother, and her two pairs of beautiful peach blossom eyes were exactly the same.
He had a gut feeling that she was not dead, but as the saying goes, everyone told him that she was dead, and he had to believe it.
Maybe he didn't want to admit this fact.
King Luo was always very polite to him.
No matter how unruly he was, King Luo never punished him.
He didn't think that King Luo really took a fancy to his talent.
Since ancient times, ministers with great achievements have not had a good end.
Although he has no interest in the king, he still feels unusual that King Luo is so unprepared for him.
He always feels that King Luo is hiding something.
Humph, he'd better hide it better and don't let him find out.
His face is gloomy, which makes people really angry lately.
On the other side, Murong Chen and Murong Feng were also worried that Murong Wu had been out for too long.
Although things were different now and Murong Wu was no longer as weak and invincible as before, they didn't want their hard-won hope to be dashed.
Just when many people were worried about him, Murong Wu was holding Xue Qiu'er, followed by Xiao Xiao, on the way to find the Transformation Bead.
Along the way, little Snowball, you would scratch me and I would hit you, and you would not be restless for a moment.
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Murong Wu didn't change, but it was strange that he didn't feel noisy despite his always cold personality.
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