The Lord of the Underworld

Wen Yue had to admit that these **** **** had a few brushes that forced her into such an embarrassing situation.

——The body of poisonous insects scattered on the ground, handfuls of hair, and mottled blood that can't tell who belongs to.

Even if they become ordinary people, they seem to be able to find a hundred ways to kill people. They used the weak body as much as possible, and caught the pain.

At this time, Wen Yue was a bit grateful that the only living maid she left behind was Qinglian...

Hey, this young, innocent and innocent little girl can't see the weird place they share, just watching her being forced into danger, scared to tears and desperately blocking these hosts.

Most of the sharp objects on the palace banquet were taken away. Wen Yue had suspected that they had been collected so cleanly and systematically operated behind the scenes in order to maintain the balance of competition.

Who knows that this little girl Qinglian didn't know where to find some real "weapons", it has become a huge bug!

Although Wen Yue holding this bug in her hand was embarrassed, she still looked at those hosts provocatively with her lips curled. The blood slid down her cuffs inch by inch, Wen Yue didn't care, all she needed was to save her lives from these **** women's sneak attacks, and a breakthrough to truly win——

Not any of them!

Suddenly Wen Yue heard the sound of uniform footsteps, which sounded solid and solid, accompanied by the sound of metal and iron rubbing, making her eyes bright.

She casually wiped away the scars on her forehead with a torn sleeve, her lips were raised high, bringing the smile of a winner. Wen Yue looked down at these palace concubine hosts condescendingly, using his lips to indicate contemptuously, and there was a serious killing intent in his slightly opened lips.

"You, lost."

"I am the real winner!"

The concubine host's eyes flickered, and their eyes went straight to the sick young man in a wheelchair. His identity really made the hosts shook their hearts and thought that something went wrong!

How could Luo Zhifeng live in Tan Yi's hands? ! This cannibal tiger is not like a person like Wen Yue who is fascinated by beauty, and now Luo Zhifeng sits here with good grace...

Does this mean that Tan Yi has failed?

The **** king of Yuan, a group of private soldiers that the male stallion host worked so hard to raise, in the end, they couldn't do it, don't you know which pimple recruited from outside? !

Several hosts smashed their silver teeth in the bottom of their hearts, and looked at Wen Yue's successful gaze, wishing to gnaw at him.

Wen Yue, Wen Yue! Everything is her good fortune, at such a critical juncture... it was her good fortune that had the upper hand, which puts their careful planning!

While being extremely ruthless, several imperial concubine hosts have reached a consensus between invisible eye contact-even if Wen Yue is lucky for a while, temporarily give her benefits.

When she returned to the system space, that wasn't her place to be the master. What the experiment gave was only one place. If the winner of this place dies, it is just another choice from the rest!

The hosts thought they had seen through the system's attitude towards the host to encourage fighting and fighting, and Wen Yue won the only quota, it does not mean that she is the appointed candidate. Others can kill her and plunder the only quota at any time... after all, The living is king.

"Wen Guifei."

After seeing several imperial concubines helplessly restrained, Wen Yue turned to Luo Zhifeng's direction.

She saw that Luo Zhifeng's figure seemed to be thinner, his face was pale and transparent, and even the words Wen Guifei seemed to be forced out of his lips.

Concubine Wen became more and more aware that the three words "Wen Guifei" that Luo Zhifeng exported was like a gentle and small love, and immediately spoke vigorously: "Zhi... Luo Xiangshi, in a while, I... this palace will let you not Tortured by illness again.".

When she goes back to the system space with her, this small world will become another trophy of Wen Yue, and the dynasty above it will continue forever under Wen Yue's rule.

And by then, Luo Zhifeng will be a national teacher under one person and above 10,000 people, and will no longer be tortured by illness-this is the honor Wen Yue will bestow on him!

As he said, Wen Yue turned her head to look at the maid Qinglian who had done her a lot of favor: "You Qinglian, good boy...Do you want to be the princess of the Yuan Kingdom? Waiting for Gu Yunting to marry away to the barbarian land. She will become a foreigner. And you will be the only and noble princess in the Yuan Kingdom!"

In her words, Gu Yunting, who had been entangled in her past, was regarded as a complete tool, so what kind of a thing was the princess who was going to be married to?

It was just a servile plaything, and when she thought that after going out with her, Wen Yue felt nauseous when he thought that Gu Yunting would be mixed up with the ugly people like barbarians.

Qing Lian raised his cheek in surprise, and slowly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands. Wen Yue stared at her intently, looking forward to the scene where she was crying with excitement for her reward, but unexpectedly, a strange voice came from her maid's mouth.

"Qinglian is not willing."

No, this is a strange voice... She has clearly heard this voice too, familiar! Wen Yue's eyes widened and saw that the makeup on "Qinglian"'s face was erased along with her "tears", revealing a face that Wen Yue couldn't be more familiar with——

Gu Yunting!

Gu Yunting, who sneered at her... how could she be here? !

Looking at Gu Yunting's gentle and gentle smile, Wen Yue heartily gave birth to a sense of absurdity. She intuitively felt that something derailed and out of control, but subconsciously believed that everything was in her grasp.

With a wave of her hand, she ordered Gu Huijun, who was standing next to Luo Zhifeng’s wheelchair, to: "Grab this woman and immediately ask where Qing Lian is located! If anything happens to Qing Lian, I need you to be stripped of skin and bones. !"

Gu Yunting's eyelashes were pressed down slightly, and she looked like a good temper. She whispered softly, "Why don't you come and listen to your attendants?"

As soon as her voice fell, Wen Yue heard a neat footstep, and the people standing and wearing armor separated a wide big q road. The attendants who were called by Gu Yunting were hesitantly moving forward from the road reserved for them.

Wen Yue hadn't noticed anything abnormal, and the attitude of these attendants was too humbly, so that she could not have any idea what they would do.

Is this a director's drama? To congratulate her? Wen Yue was so stupid that she didn't look at it. At this time, she could still ignore any terrible place, and only narrow her eyes to the only place that was beneficial to her.

Then she looked at--

The steps of these cowering attendants went from hesitation to faster and faster, and they approached their own body in three or two steps.

Wen Yue finally saw the distorted expressions of disgust on these attendants' drooping faces, and saw their trembling arms and the blades in their palms.

When Wen Yue realized this, she felt the sharp tingling sensation in her abdomen and hands!

She finally heard the whispering roar of these humble servants: "Devil evil!"

"Kill you to avenge them!"

"Go to die, go to die!!"

Ah...what? Wen Yue was so dull that she didn't even react at all. She only felt that the sky was spinning, and the vision in front of her was stained red with blood. In the bright red field of vision, what Wen Yue could see most clearly was the sitting Luo Zhifeng's white suit——

she was

Wen Yue saw Luo Zhifeng's expression clearly at the moment, he was staring at himself, smiling quietly and terribly.

The white robe on his body was blown by the wind, inexplicably like a funeral white banner.