Su Susu, the Mysterious Male God of Quick Transmigration

Chapter 62 Forbidden love in the palace, offending the ruthless ghost king (3)
At that moment!

Yan Wu narrowed her eyes, fumbled for the blade hidden under the pillow, and suddenly raised her leg again.

The silk was falling.

With the swift sweep of the legs, the bloated body fell instantly.

"Bang -" a loud noise.

The old emperor fell hard onto the couch, his whole body ached from the fall.

At the same moment, the girl jumped up.

"Big, bold..."

A scolding sound of lack of breath came from the mouth of the old emperor, his anger became more and more intense, and he was about to call someone into the room——

A force suddenly struck.

Yan Wu smiled lightly, bent her knees and kicked, but was merciless.

"what!!!"

The shrill cry of pain sounded again.

The old emperor was turned over, struggling feebly like an overturned fish, and almost lost his breath.

However, the next moment.

A cold sharp blade was pressed against his neck, and his voice fell silent instantly.

The room returned to a dead silence, only the heavy panting reverberated.

There was a commotion outside, which had already been heard.

"emperor!"

"Your Majesty, are you alright?"

……

The waiting palace people panicked and wanted to come in to find out the situation——

"Swipe them back." Yan Wu whispered softly, the murder weapon under her hand pierced a few points as if there was nothing.

Accurately left no real scars, but brought a cold pain,
The old emperor felt pain for a moment, looking at her smiling eyes, he felt like falling into an ice cellar.

"Don't, don't come in!"

So, he made a trembling voice, and while speaking, he caught a glimpse of the cold light on his throat, and felt even more horrified.

"Zhen, Zhen is playing with Ai, Aifei... have fun! You, none of you are allowed to come in... Ah!"

The emperor's scolding sounded intermittently.

Occasionally mixed with strange low screams.

a time.

The palace people looked at each other in blank dismay, they all misunderstood the situation in the room and blushed again.

Ugh.

The emperor's old tree is in bloom, so it's normal to play this, this a bit more... right?
Then thinking of the emperor's increasingly irritable temper, everyone looked at each other and silently retreated.

The faint sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

The old emperor was lying on his back on the couch with his eyes tearing apart, his expression became more and more gloomy.

"Ai, Concubine Ai, you..."

"Shut up." Yan Wu was still smiling, and the sharp blade in her hand swung slightly, as if she was about to stab again.

The world fell silent for a moment.

The Lord Goddess girl lowered her brows and fell into deep thought for a while.

Well.

The original owner's current situation is really difficult...

This old emperor is undoubtedly going to die.

Although the "fight" just now was not as intense as before, she could feel that the vitality of the other party was already on the verge, and it was always going to be over.

Of course, even if he survived, Yan Wu didn't intend to keep him...

She is still a baby, what kind of concubine should she be?
But what.

If it was so easy to let him die, he would have to be imprisoned or buried again.

Compared with modern times, the laws of the ancients are really unsound...

The lord girl sighed faintly.

Suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration.

"Your Majesty." After a while, Yan Wu finally spoke, with a clear and languid voice.

The stunning face is swaying in the candlelight, so bright and beautiful.

"Ai, what's the matter with my beloved concubine?"

Under the spell of beauty, the old emperor who was originally thinking about escaping swallowed his saliva and was stunned for a moment.

The girl Lord God smiled deeply, and said something slowly.

"……it is good."

The old emperor replied in a daze, and stopped in the middle of the sentence: "Ridiculous!"

……

at the same time.

Not far from the palace, in a majestic mansion.

A black-clothed secret guard took advantage of the darkness and disappeared into the room. He walked all the way to the study, then stopped and whispered a few words to the leading colleague guarding the door.

After a while, the leading dark guard knocked on the door lightly.

"My lord."

inside the house.

The man sitting behind the table remained motionless, still waving the ink, and did not draw up his sleeves until he finished sketching the last word.

"What's the matter?"

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