C131 (1/2)

”I won't. ”You are my subordinate now, so what belongs to you belongs to me.” Zhu Yue put away the jade bottle.

The edict could not bind Cimilo. He drew his sword. ”Give it to me.”

”Are you trying to scare me? I wish that Yue is already different from the past.” ”If you can steal it, just come at me.”

”I'm not responsible for killing you.” Xin Luo brandished his sword and stabbed. Whoever touched his jade bottle would die. This was the teachings of his royal grandfather. Moreover, how could the things he brought out from his mother's womb be taken away by a woman?

”If you can't kill me, your jade bottle is mine.” Zhu Yue's ghostly form flashed in front of Ling Jun's eyes, provoking him.

”Unless I die.” Xin Luo's Ghost Art erupted and engulfed the entire room.

Zhu Yue laughed, ”You're finally willing to act.” ”Purifying secretly.” Phew, a pure type of true energy dispersed the darkness. Zhu Yue floated in the air like a goddess. In his hand was the word ”Yan”. Although she now had a better weapon, she still liked to use this sword. There was no helping it, the custom-made thing was to take advantage of the situation.

Xin Luo became disdainful again. ”Does your Zhu family have sword skills?”

”Who cares what sword technique you use, it's still a good sword technique if I can beat you.” Zhu Yue knew why her brother was so angry, but she had a different opinion. It was true that the ten slashes of the Tyrant Sword was created by the Spirit Ascension Method, but which cultivation technique wasn't created by others? If both of them were alive, then he wouldn't need to use his sword technique. If they didn't want to live, wouldn't they have to commit suicide? Which sword cultivator could not use the Windsource Sword Art?

”Reporting to Your Highness, my dog blood preparation …” A female soldier held a large basin of black blood in front of Zhu Yue as she shouted, ”Protect Her Highness the Princess.”

”Tap, tap, tap.” Several tens of sword wielding female soldiers appeared in the room and surrounded Xin Luo. ”Bold thief, you will be killed without mercy if you trespass into the Magic Pavilion.”

Really? ”This Xin Luo has an incomparably big head.” ”Zhu Yue, return that to me. Otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless.” He really didn't want to fight. The encirclement of a group of sword faction female soldiers made him helpless.

”Daring madman, you are not the one who calls me Princess.” ”Go, annihilate him.” The woman with the big bowl was the first to denounce. Yet, he just stood there without moving.

”Cui Yun, f * ck off.” Zhu Yue slowly descended behind everyone, giving out orders.

Uh, bloody? ”Cui Yun is in trouble, Princess, what do you mean by bringing back a handsome brother for us to splash out his dog blood?” She hissed, ”Really?”

Zhu Yue said, ”I want this pawn to know who is in charge in the military camp. Pah! Pah! Pah! If one pot is not enough, then ten. ”

There was a situation, and it was obvious that he was losing his temper. Cui Yun continued to probe, ”Your Highness, the Mu City Camp doesn't have that many dogs. Wouldn't it be better to just kill him? ” Even though he said he would kill, he wasn't sure if he would be able to kill him. The enemy was obviously on the same level as the princess.

”Pig blood is fine too, sheep blood, cow blood all over him.” Zhu Yue was even more arrogant when she saw Xin Luo standing there motionlessly.

Hu. A black storm swirled around Xin Luo. He was truly afraid of being splashed with dog blood. ”How is it proper for a dignified second royal grandson to be splashed with dog blood by a woman?” I don't have time to bullshit with you. ” Once the whirlwind was completed, Xin Luo rushed towards Zhu Yue.