Hou's daughter, she is cold and sassy

chapter 231
As soon as the voice fell, "Zi la—" "Boom!"

A sound like a mountain cracking broke through the back door of the cell with overwhelming force.

For a time, dust and smoke were everywhere.

Amidst the swirling dust, a tall and tall figure and the sharp crown of hair became more and more clear.

Rong Zhixia's legs went limp in an instant, it's over, Uncle Huang, the decisive and ruthless Uncle Huang came.
Without any hesitation, she rushed out the door in an instant.

Rong Zhaohua held a dragon-patterned long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword touched the ground, and with every step he took, it could rub against each other to make a "hissing" sound.

Seeing the woman with a pale face, thin and delicate body tightly bound by heavy chains, and the green clothes stained with blood, the rage in his heart was like an erupting volcano, and all the hot magma gushed out. Where it passes, not a blade of grass grows.

Blood Slaughter Palace, dare to treat the person on his heart like this, how dare you!
"Shhhhh!"

He cut off the chains that bound her limbs and neck, and held the crumbling man in her arms.

On the shoulder, the wooden awl still penetrated into her flesh and blood.

The shocking red made him tremble all over, and he almost stopped breathing.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, I'm late, I didn't protect you well, I'm sorry."

Feeling Rong Zhaohua's trembling, Yun Qingxiu raised his eyes with difficulty and shook his head.She raised her left arm, trying to block back the tears that were about to overflow from his bloodshot eyes.

"I'm fine, but it's so cold and hurts."

It seemed that at the moment of seeing him, all the strength collapsed in an instant.Because in front of him, she doesn't need to pretend to be tough, she can cry tired, she can say it hurts.

Because of the pain, her words were trembling and soft, but they were like a sharp knife, digging out his heart over and over again.

He likes to see her high-spirited, standing proudly among the crowd, but he can't stand her sigh and get hurt in the slightest.

"Ma'am, I'll take you home."

"Okay." She obediently responded, half-closed her eyes.

"cough cough, cough cough"

Suddenly there were a few violent coughing sounds from outside the door, and Luo Sha escorted Huang Fuxing, who had a little dust on his face, almost trotting all the way into the cell, followed by Rong Zhi who was also in a mess summer.

Anger was written on Huangfu Xing's gloomy and sullen face: "Regent, how dare you lead someone to set fire to the Hall of Blood Slaughter!"

Rong Zhaohua hugged Yun Qingxiu in his arms, and stood up slowly: "The Hall of Blood Slaughter delivered the coffin on the day of my concubine's concubine, which broke the boundary between the Jianghu and the court, and now it is openly taking people into captivity again." Let's go, do you really think that this king dare not destroy the Blood Slaughter Palace?"

Rong Zhaohua noticed Rong Zhixia who was trying to squeeze behind the two of them, then lowered his head and said softly: "Tell me, did Rong Zhixia hurt you?"

When Rong Zhixia heard this question, she was almost out of her body with fear.But behind her was a raging fire, she was in a dilemma, wishing she could run away.

"Yes. Both." For some reason, Yun Qingxiu felt bitter and wronged, and her eyes were slightly moist.

Seeing this scene, Rong Zhaohua had an urge to destroy the world at that moment.

"Da, da, da" a burst of footsteps from far to near.

"Miss!" Jingying and Jingfeng have led Jingyuwei to solve the troubles in Yunjin Palace, they came here in a hurry, while Jingyuwei was fighting with the people from Blood Slaughter Palace outside the palace.

Seeing Jingying, Rong Zhaohua immediately said: "Hold her first, I will deal with her."

If he dared to treat her like this, he would personally torture her to death little by little.

Jing Ying nodded, protecting Yun Qingxiu with extreme care, so as not to affect the wound.

Yun Qingxiu was a little unnatural: "Jingying, just put me down and support me. My legs are fine."

"But..." Jing Ying felt a little apprehensive when he thought of the Prince Regent's expression just now, and showed embarrassment for a while.

Seeing this, Yun Qingxiu immediately changed his expression: "Why, I can't call you anymore?"

"No, no." Jingying had no choice but to put her down as lightly as possible, letting her lean into her arms.

She immediately ordered: "Jingfeng, go and rescue those two people, they are still useful."

"Yes!" Jingfeng led Jingyuwei to rescue all the old woman and old man who were locked in the cage.It's just that they have been detained in a small space for too long, and their leg muscles can no longer exert force, so they cannot walk normally.

Jingfeng first sent the two of them back to Shili Xiuchunfang.

But at this moment, Rong Zhaohua flew to Huangfuxing's side with a few strides, but was stopped by the half-masked Luo Sha.

Thousands of hectares of murderous intent shot out of his black eyes, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth. "Boom, boom, boom—"

The swords collided, but the two had already fought for more than ten rounds in an instant.

Even known as the number one expert in the Blood Slaughter Palace, he couldn't withstand the ferocious attack of a strong man.That is the will and determination to completely defeat people in a short time without hesitating to be injured or bleed.

The speed of the two of them was extremely fast, and it was almost impossible to see what each move looked like, only the flying ink robes and swords and swords could be seen.

Bitter determination mixed with the blood of killing, shining fierce light in the black shadows.

"what!"

Seeing the severed arms and legs rolling down to her feet, Rong Zhixia was so frightened that she almost passed out on the spot.

"Ouch—" A strong nausea instantly spread to her brain, and she couldn't help retching.

"Boom!"

Rakshasa's broken body crashed to the ground, which meant the result of the fight.

The dragon-pattern sword in Rong Zhaohua's hand was dripping with blood, and his sharp-edged face was covered with a horrifying murderous aura, as if the hell Shura had come to the world, and he was bound to set off a bloody storm.

He slowly lifted the sword, allowing the sticky thick blood to slide down in several strands along the long sword.

"Whoever comes first?"

Hell Shura, killing gods on the battlefield.

The strength that is absolutely crushing in the legend exists, once you see it, it means that there is no redemption.

Rong Zhixia originally wanted to ask Huangfu Xing, but Huangfu Xing said coldly: "Prince Regent, the one who captured her died just now under your sword. The one who tortured her was only Rong Zhixia from the beginning to the end."

Rong Zhixia, who was completely abandoned, was already sitting on the ground limply: "Emperor, Uncle Emperor. You can't do this to me! We"

But Rong Zhaohua wouldn't listen to her at all, and when he thought of the barbed wooden cone being stuck into her shoulder, the violence in his blood boiled.

However, just as his sword was about to sink into Rong Zhixia's shoulder blades, several daggers spun and flew towards his side.

"Boom—" He didn't look sideways, and just turned the blade of the sword, and knocked them all into the air.

Immediately, a red shadow flashed over, standing between Rong Zhixia and Rong Zhaohua.

"His Royal Highness, the Lord of Tiansha Pavilion, are you safe?"

Xuanyuan Jiuling was dressed in a red dress like blood, wearing a black mask, and her flamboyant peach eyes were shining with a dangerous light.

That innate coquettish and sinister spirit was on par with Rong Zhaohua's cold and murderous aura for a moment.

(End of this chapter)