Chapter 557 (1/2)

Wen Jiu really wanted to ask him ”where do you look afraid?” but as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw that Xie Heng's eyes were dark and deep, as if there were some indescribable meanings.

In addition, the scene is very chaotic now. She doesn't have time to break with him. She lets him clasp his fingers and quickly walk towards Murong yuan.

At this time, Murong Yu just slowed down and said, ”father, today's wedding banquet didn't want sister Sanhuang to enter the palace, but she had to pull Jiujiu together, and the children and ministers couldn't help...”

She paused and then continued: ”I really didn't expect sister Sanhuang to do such a treacherous thing. Obviously, she usually looks very straightforward. Now how can she do such a sinister and vicious thing? I can't believe it...”

Murong Yu immediately took himself out and stepped on Murong to read.

It's a good time.

”Don't pretend!” Murong read angrily and said angrily, ”what kind of goods are you? I can't understand it again. Murong yuan knows very well. Who are you pretending to see?”

”You ” Murong Yu choked and turned to look at the Western Chu emperor capital. He whispered, ”father, son and minister, look, sister Sanhuang may have been deceived by some villain. You must find out the reason and make a decision. You can't hurt sister Sanhuang like this.”

She said, raised her hand and touched Murong yuan's long sword at Murong Nian's neck. This action seemed to move the blade away, but it actually pushed forward with a clever force, which could kill Murong Nian in an instant.

Just then.

Wen Jiu, who had just arrived, suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Murong to read. The sword edge wiped the victim's cheek and made a blood hole.

Everyone around was stunned.

Murong Yu was stunned for a moment, immediately reacted and shouted to the emperor of Western Chu: ”father...”

Murong Nian raised his eyes in amazement and looked at Wen Jiu. For a moment, he said goodbye and turned his back to Wen Jiu Hong's eyes.

”Father emperor.” Wen Jiu walked too quickly, his face curtain shook, his skirt fluttered, and even his voice was a little hoarse.

She and Murong Yu shouted to the emperor of Western Chu one after another, and then they didn't say anything.

On the high platform, the wind swept the ears, and the people stood frozen. Coincidentally, under the appearance of the stalemate, they felt the turbulent undercurrent between several people.

In particular, the delirious eighth highness of the Western Chu also stood side by side with Emperor Yan, holding hands.

This relationship is really extraordinary.

The emperor of Western Chu threw his long sword at Murong Yu's feet, which frightened the latter's eyes. He was about to speak.

I saw countless purple butterflies swarming to the whole phoenix platform, and more than a thousand women in purple stepped up from the landing place, with neat movements and orderly training.

During the dinner, someone asked in panic: ”this... What is this?”

”Purple butterfly, female swordsman in purple, this is the teacher of the Western Chu state!”

Wenjiu unconsciously wanted to take back the hand held by Xie Heng. However, as soon as she moved, Xie Heng held it tighter.

”What are you afraid of?” Xie Heng's voice was a little heavy and his thin lips were light. ”I was about to settle accounts with him.”

Warm wine looked back at him, ”you hold my hand like this, which hinders me from doing it.”