112 The emperor’s teacher (50)_1

She reached out to hold Chen Qingyu and carried him up horizontally. She gently put him on the bed and covered him with the quilt.

Chu yanhuan acted as if he was still alive.

After that, the young Empress took down the sword that was hanging at the side and walked down the White marble steps.

The assassin was still being held on the ground by the Imperial Guards, awaiting punishment.

Chu yanhuan stood in front of her and waved the three-foot long blade in her hand.

The Empress’s expressionless face was filled with a sinister chill. She lifted the female Assassin’s chin with her sword and asked, “”Why do you want to assassinate me?”

His tone was sinister and treacherous, and if one listened carefully, it would make one shudder.

No one doubted that this tyrannical young Emperor wanted to kill this man.

The female assassin glared at Chu yanhuan and scolded, “”Dog Emperor, who told you to seal off the city? do you know … My father and mother died inside because of your order to seal the city!”

Then she disguised herself as the doctor’s assistant and sneaked into the palace, trying to assassinate Chu yanhuan.

Upon hearing this.

The Empress laughed so hard that she couldn’t even straighten her back. Her laughter was almost crazy, and there was a hint of sadness in it.

Look, look.

These were the people she wanted to save at all costs.

Now, he was actually pointing a knife at her?

How laughable was that?

She had caused Chen Qingyu’s death. She had caused Chen Qingyu’s death … This sentence was like a curse reverberating in Chu yanhuan’s mind.

The Empress’s smile gradually disappeared. Her exquisite, snow-white face was expressionless, and her voice sounded a little eerie in this huge Palace.

“Drag her away.”

“I want to personally kill her.”

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That night, shrill screams kept ringing out in the Imperial prison.

This was the first time that the high and mighty Empress had killed someone with her own hands.

One slash after another, each slash pierced into his bones.

However, she was the last to die.

Blood almost covered the ground, against the pale and oppressive prison cell, the tragic yet treacherous ultimate collision was like the blooming of red spider lily, exuding the beauty of death.

After that.

Chu yanhuan had washed her hands many times until her slender and fair hands were once again clean and free of dust.

How could she bear to touch him with her dirty hands?

She raised her slender fingers and slowly touched the Prime Minister’s beautiful face. There was a strange gentleness in the Empress’s eyes.

little brother, don’t be afraid. We’ll meet again soon …

Upon hearing this, the system in the interspace was dumbfounded. [ f * ck, what’s going on? does the host know that Shen Qingyu is the Lord heavenly Dao? ]

Then, it saw Chu yanhuan raise her slender hands.

Her fingers moved quickly, gradually forming a complicated palm print, and bright white light lingered around her.

The young girl’s face was expressionless, but her pitch-black eyes were as exquisite as ink.

The world almost fell apart and then returned to its original state.

Even the system in the space felt a tearing feeling, it was a pressure from the depths of the soul.

The ball of light almost screamed, and its fur exploded. [ host, what are you doing? ] [ stop! Are you crazy?! ]

Wasn’t that crazy?

Chu yanhuan was using the power of the fallen God. The terrifying power covered the sky and earth, almost destroying everything.

Suddenly.

The young girl suddenly bent over and covered her chest with her hand. She spat out a mouthful of blood.

This body couldn’t withstand her own strength.

Chu yanhuan mumbled, ” why, why did this happen? ”

“Why can’t I find his soul?”

Chu yanhuan was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Blood kept flowing out of her pale lips. Her dark eyes had dimmed and were no longer as bright as before.

“Isn’t he a human? why can’t I find him after he entered the six paths of reincarnation? That’s impossible!”

Chu yanhuan was almost hysterical.

Until a pair of delicate and slender hands held her shoulders.

This pair of hands was extremely beautiful. Just by looking at the hands, one could see how magnificent its owner was.

“Calm down, Fu Shang.”

His low magnetic and cold voice seemed to contain the great Dao’s far-reaching laws, but it was also extremely pleasant to the ears, as clear as a spring in the mountains.

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