Jiang Yuefu pinched the object in her sleeve and looked at Xiaoman coldly: "Why are you here?"

Xiaoman glanced around and felt a little funny: "The King of Pingnan has not invited you to marry him, so what are you going to do?"

Jiang Yuefu's back was straight, not disgusted, and could not tolerate herself showing a humble appearance in front of Xiaoman.

"I'll take a look at his princess."

Red lanterns were hung around, illuminating their faces with a faint red color, and there was no good color for each other.

"You want to see Ruoruo, but she doesn't want to see you in this matter, it ruined the beauty of her marriage.

If I remember well, Miss Sun will be harmed by you."

Xiaoman spoke mercilessly today, and a few words made Jiang Yuefu's breath unhappy.

"Jiang Xiaoman, you're right. I'm indeed here to ruin her good things today."

Jiang Yuefu's tone became ruthless, gritting her teeth, and her eyes were full of bright hatred.

"I'm not having a good time, but you are all happy and it's really unfair.

I have never thought about harming you today. It is because you are ungrateful and rude to me. Isn’t it because you are deeply in love with sisters?

Then you can die for her!"

After Jiang Yuefu finished speaking, the object that was always clenched in her sleeve finally showed a cold light and quickly stabbed towards Xiaoman.

When she saw Jiang Yuefu finally couldn't pretend, she turned around and wanted to run to call someone, and she stretched out her hand to pinch the dagger.

Although the woman was not strong enough, the sharp blade cut through layers of flesh and blood, and the palm was deeply rooted in the bones, and the blood dripped into a large sleeve robe.

Even Xiaoman's dress was splashed with blood. Zhou Gongyu held the sword blade and his face was so cold that it was terrifying. Before Jiang Yuefu could react, the sword blade was held in a turn and suddenly pierced into her abdomen.

Zhou Gongyu was too lazy to touch her hand, and pushed the sword blade and sank an inch, letting her palms bloom, as if she had no feeling at all.

Jiang Yuefu was so painful that she couldn't even make a sound. She opened her eyes wide, as if she was unwilling to accept it.

She fell to the ground and gasped for a few breaths, and struggled to climb forward, which was just in vain.

The blood on the ground winds, and after a while, he opens his eyes and stops moving, and his breath disappears.

In the faint red light, her body looked very cunning.

Zhou Gongyu used his other intact hand to hold Xiaoman's back, pressed her into his arms, and sighed with gratitude.
Chapter completed!