The death of Xu Le Fang Xian was terrifying.

When Nine Night God Sovereign entered the door, Xu Le Fang Xian also had a sleepy look on his face. When he saw Xi Jiu Ye, the fierce god, Xu Le Fang Xian only felt his knees soft.

The sound of "Nine Nights God respects the forgiveness of life" remained in his throat, and his head fell and covered his face.

Xi Jiuye didn't even give him the opportunity to explain, so he pulled out the saber on the bodyguard.

He started extremely cruelly, and the knife was deadly.

The blood of Xu Le Fang Xian splashed high, staining the walls of the cell.

The Northland Thirteen Horses followed Xi Jiuye for so long, and the Venerable God was rarely so abnormal. The last time the Venerable God was furious, or ...

"Sacred Venerable, Xumi Fangxian ..."

The head of the guard of the thirteenth ride of the North Realm peeped at the corpse and shuddered.

Without speaking a word, Xi Jiuye quickly walked out of the cell and walked towards Lan Chuchu's bedroom.

"Go and stop Lord God."

The chief of the guard looked at the body in the cell, lest Xi Jiuye get angry and kill the concubine.

In the dormitory, Lan Chuchu was awakened by the unreasonable nightmare, a restless mind, unable to sleep, her eyelids fluttered for a while.

She was in a state of restlessness, and drinking a few cups of soothing tea didn't work. She suddenly remembered the Fangxian in the cell.

"Come here, go and see in the cell."

Lan Chuchu was about to summon the guards outside the cell, and the door of the palace was kicked open.

The icy cold wind from the northern border penetrated into the warm hall.

Lan Chuchu was taken aback and looked up.

In a trance of lights, she met Xi Jiuye and came in with a chill.

The man's facial features are still carved like a knife and axe, and there is blood on his hand and the knife.

The tranquilizing tea in her hand “snapped” and landed on the ground, the tea splashing all over.

Lan Chuchu's lips trembled.

The four familiar words, but Jiuye's brother couldn't even shout.

"Lan Chuchu, you know, who is the blood on the knife?"

Xi Jiuye stared at Lan Chuchu, the woman in front of her, with a charming and charming style, who was really like his name, like a white and flawless magnolia., He asked word for word, with a chill in his voice.

"Brother Jiuye, did you kill someone?"

Lan Chuchu uttered this sentence with great difficulty, as if she already knew who the blood was on the knife.

"I ask you, who is the child in your stomach?"

Lan Chuchu only felt that the sky was turning, she was trembling, with a little cry.

"Brother Jiuye, I don't know what you mean, my child, naturally you."

Until this moment, Lan Chuchu still had a lucky heart.

She kept telling herself that she was hiding so well that Xi Jiuye could not find out.

"Mine? I'm afraid it's Fang Xian from Sule."

Xi Jiuye smiled bloodthirstyly. His narrow, blade-like eyes narrowed slightly, and the dangerous light flashed.

"Brother Jiuye, how could I be with Xu Le ... He talked nonsense, those are all lies, you must not believe him. It must be the concubine Qin who framed me."

Lan Chuchu looked bleak, covering his chest and looking hurt.

"Liar? What are these?"

Xi Jiuye snorted coldly, and he grabbed the maiden maid who was trembling on the ground beside him.

"Say! What did the goddess prepare you for yesterday evening?"

The close maid trembles in fright, and her teeth keep bumping together.

"Mrs. Concubine, she ..."

"Close to the maid, you think about it again."

Lan Chuchu snorted.

The close maid's face was ashamed, she didn't dare to hide Xi Jiuye, but her family was all in Lan Chuchu's hands. If she talked indiscriminately, her family would definitely lose her life.

"Master Lord, the slave-servant knows nothing."

The close maid said nothing, biting her tongue and breaking her tongue.

"Fuck!"

Xi Jiuye was furious and smashed his close maid hard on the ground.

The close maid's head bleeds and dies on the spot.

Lan Chuchu was relieved.

Anyway, Xi Jiuye drank a moment.

"Come here, pass the court alchemist."

Faced with Xi Jiuye, the court alchemist couldn't bear it anymore, and all of Lan Chuchu's purchase of various materials from her in the evening to refine the poison pill was told.

You said that Qin Fei hurt you, in fact, it was the opposite.Lan Chuchu, you and Xu Leguo * are pregnant with his evil seed, but they still want to harm my biological flesh.These are all told by Xu Lefang Fang Xian personally, you have not admitted?"

Xi Jiuye sneered twice, and Lan Chuchu looked pale as paper.

"Xu Le hurts me, Brother Nine Nights, don't believe him, I'm willing to face him. The child in my stomach can never be his. I am the child's mother, I know it best. This is really our children."

Lan Chuchu had also doubted who the birth father of the child was, but she calculated the life, and she was still certain that the child belonged to Xi Jiuye.

The reason she said that in front of Xu Le was just to deceive him to poison Qin Fei for herself.

"Confrontation with him? No, he is dead. This knife is his blood."

The cold tone of Xi Jiuye left Lan Chuchu shocked.

"How can you kill him? He is Xumi Fangxian ... Father God knows it, he will be unhappy and affect your competition for the position of Divine Emperor."

"Lan Chuchu, do you think I was the original Xi Jiuye, and you thought that only relying on Divine Emperor Fenggu can I ascend to the position of Divine Emperor? I will soon prove to you that without him, I do n’t have to rely on Xi Jiuye Anyone can still be a divine emperor. As for the evil kind in your stomach ... "

Xi Jiuye's knife fell on Lan Chuchu's stomach.

Lan Chuchu shrank back subconsciously as soon as the cold coldness on the knife approached.

"Brother Jiuye, you have to believe me, this child is really yours. I tell you everything, I am with Xu Le, not willing, I was forced, I was in Lan Cang then Poison ... "

Lan Chuchu tried his best to argue.

"Enough! Lan Chuchu, you hooked up with Lan Cang, you said you were drugged by him, and you couldn't help yourself. At that time, I can forgive you. But what about Xu Yue? Have you conceived a wild seed? Do you really think that I am a must for you? I tell you, you have only two choices, either to die with that wild seed, or go to Xiaobaoda. "

After all, Xi Jiuye's iron wrist shook, and the knife in his hand buzzed a few inches deep into the ground.

"No, Brother Nine Nights, this child is really yours. I can't ... I can't be without him."

Lan Chuchu's face was ashes, and his body was crumbling like a dead leaf.

Without this child, she would have nothing.

From Xi Jiuye's eyes, she could no longer see the love of the past. What she saw was full of disgust. Without this child, what did she fight with Princess Qin?