The scene in the palace came into view. Rao Shili Weiran also opened his eyes slightly and his breathing became stagnant.

The fire he sent had dissipated at some point.

The swirling dust dispersed in the palace, blurring the vision.

But with Li Weiran's eyesight, how could he not see clearly.

That man with spotless white clothes, red eyes as enchanting as fire, and silver hair flying gently.

He has a face that makes all men in the world jealous.

As clear as the mountains and rivers, as clear as the stars and the moon.

But at this moment, the mountains and rivers were frozen by frost.

The bright stars and moon are infected by blood and indifference.

He is like a Shura without blood and flesh.

Heartless, no desire, no love, only cold indifference, even careless cruelty.

The slender white fingers are like works of art carved from beautiful jade.

With a flick of his hand, Yin Yuanyi rose into the air and was nailed to the palace pillar.

“Ahhhhh——!!”

A shrill scream, accompanied by splashes of blood, came from Yin Yuanyi's mouth.

The dust and stones that had just fallen from the roof were all densely embedded into Yin Yuanyi's body and face.

At this time, his face could no longer tell whether he was old or young, because everything he could see was covered with dense blood holes.

Disgusting.

"Help...help! Father, Queen, Mother, please help me! It hurts, it hurts!"

Yin Wuji held his burning chest and looked at Luo Yunxiao in fear: "You, how did you survive? How could you become so strong?"

Fu Yushu looked at Yin Yuanyi, who was riddled with wounds and wailing, her eyes full of tears and pleading, "Xiao'er, Xiao'er, don't do this. Yuan Yi is your brother, your biological brother, you can't do this to him! Mother!

Please, please let him go, and let us go too!"

Luo Yunxiao found a chair and sat down. He poured himself a cup of tea, but didn't drink it. He just held it in his hand and slowly turned it around and looked at it.

Just when Fu Yushu thought he didn't want to talk to her, he heard the man's cold and magnetic voice: "Okay."

Fu Yushu was overjoyed, her eyes bursting with excitement, "Xiao'er, I know you are the kindest and most obedient..."

Before she finished speaking, Luo Yunxiao continued: "You three can only live one, and if you want us to let Yin Yuanyi go, then commit suicide."

Fu Yushu's eyes suddenly widened.

Yin Wuji yelled: "You evil son, I should have strangled you to death when you were born."

Luo Yunxiao frowned slightly, showing a puzzled look, "Don't you love this son very much?"

He glanced at Yin Yuanyi and said, "If you can sacrifice anyone else's life for him, why can't you sacrifice your own lives?"

"I kill you--!!"

Yin Wuji roared angrily, unsheathed his natal sword, and Netherfire screamed, slashing down at Luo Yunxiao.

However, the next moment, the long sword was intercepted in mid-air.

The tenacious and leaping Nether Fire seemed to have encountered some nemesis and was swallowed up completely in one fell swoop.

Yin Wuji let out a scream and quickly withdrew his hand to retreat.

However, the next moment, a cold hand grabbed his throat, and then he was knocked to the ground.

Bang--!!

A loud noise, accompanied by severe pain in the back of his head, made Yin Wuji dizzy.

His face was twisted violently in pain.

It wasn't until the buzzing sound dissipated that the man's gentle, pleasant, but extremely indifferent voice came to his ears.
Chapter completed!