Mo Junxie suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of blue light flashed across his eyes, which was cold, bloodthirsty, and strange.

And with a strong murderous intent.

Suddenly, a strong cold wind flew past.

Before the father-in-law could see clearly how the person in front of him stood up, a hand was violently strangled around his neck.

Then, before he could call out, he died.

Mo Junxie took out a sharp sword from Tie Shou's waist and stabbed the father-in-law in the heart.

Ye Mubai's eyes widened and he didn't understand why Mo Junxie did this.

I haven't realized the sense of crisis yet.

Mo Junxie let go of the sword in his hand, clapped his hands, and wiped the blood on his wedding robe.

He murmured lightly: "I'm so happy."

"Go and call someone and tell them that the king was injured by an assassin and is about to die."

"Yes." Tie Shou nodded and looked at Ye Mubai with cold eyes.

Only then did Ye Mubai come back to his senses.

Pointing at Mo Junxie and saying: "You..."

"What am I?" A sneer appeared at the corner of Mo Junxie's mouth: "Are you surprised that a person like me, who seems so docile, would do such a despicable and dirty thing?"

"You framed us." Ye Mubai shouted.

He wanted to get up, but he was fixed by a force and unable to move.

Mo Junxie sat back on the wicker chair, which swayed automatically. His eyes showed a lazy light and he said, "Yes, your sister makes An Ning miserable, and I will also make your whole family miserable."

Ha, actually, this is just an excuse.

He will never know until his death that he was killed by Ye Zhikuang.

"If you want to kill me, just kill me. Why do you want to harm the Lin family?" Ye Mubai yelled at him angrily.

"It's not enough. Your life is not valuable, and the lives of the entire Lin family are not valuable either. However, I have to let you die." Mo Junxie raised his hand, his fingertips suddenly extended, and Bai Sensen's sharp claws slashed fiercely.

towards his arm.

A deep and long gash fell on his arm.

The blood flowed continuously.

Ye Mubai stared at this scene with wide eyes.

"You really put a lot of effort into it." He suddenly sneered.

Mo Junxie chuckled lightly: "This is nothing. If you add a little poison, I will definitely die. Although I am not dead yet, the emperor cannot immediately condemn your Lin family, and there is no real sense of it."

There are a lot of people who are super-copying, but soon, if you believe in me, I will let you see that day."

"You are really crazy." Ye Mubai watched as his arm turned black bit by bit, and Mo Junxie's face also turned pale.

At this time, the Emperor and Concubine Lan led a group of people into the prison, and Ye Mubai, who had his hands and feet bound, suddenly loosened his bonds.

When the emperor came in, he saw Ye Mubai standing in front of the corpse of a certain father-in-law, and Mo Junxie was supported by a group of guards.

Carefully protecting the dying "King An Yi" lying on the wicker chair.

An Xuyao ​​kicked Ye Mubai away hard, came to the wicker chair, looked at the pale man, turned around and said angrily: "Behead this traitor."

"Yi'er, Yi'er, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, please wake up..." Concubine Lan knelt on the ground, slapping Mo Junxie's face and crying.

"Imperial physician." An Xuyao ​​roared.

The imperial doctor stumbled in.

Seeking Mo Junxie’s wounds.

After a long time, the imperial doctors did not dare to say anything.
Chapter completed!