The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

"Even if this is the case, Fu Yi's reaction is not right ..." Murong Xue said lowly, seeing Murong Ye still disapproving. She looked down and changed the topic: "If you kill the enemy ghost on the battlefield, Come to you, what would you do? "

Murong Ye lifted his chin and proudly said, "What else can I do? Naturally, he cuts them again with a sword." He killed the enemy on the battlefield to protect his country and protect the people of his country, even though he hacked the enemy Their heads, but he has no doubts. If the ghosts of the enemy dare to come to him for revenge, he will definitely take the sword and slash them again ...

When he is a man, he is not afraid of them, he becomes a ghost, and he is even less afraid of them ...

Murong Xue: "... this will not end ..." Don't do anything wrong during the day, and don't be afraid of ghosts calling the door at night, even if you kill someone, but you are killing the enemy, you are upright, you are worthy of killing, The ghost of that man is here, and you are not afraid of him.

Look at Fu Yi again, the pirates Zhen Chun's family were killed. Their family was wicked and murdered countless. Fu Yi beheaded them. They were acting for the heavens and their family deserved their sins. Fu Yi, as a person of justice, should be full of righteousness. Fear of ghosts, but you look at him, and after seeing the ghost that looks like a frown, frightened and frightened, fled, and returned home to suspect the ghost and suspect the ghost. ...

He is afraid of ghosts and looks like this, obviously has problems ...

Murong Ye: "..."

It seems quite reasonable.

Murong Xue glared at him, she said all the truth, of course it makes sense.

"What about Fu Yi, sister?" Murong Ye looked at Murong Xue with curiosity.

"What's going on? Do something bad!" Murongxue said casually, with contempt in his voice.

Murong Ye: "... what did he do wrong?"

"This ... I have several guesses, but which one is specific, I'm not sure yet ..." Murong Xue said lightly.

Speaking is not saying!

Murongye was sullen in his heart, but on the face was an open-minded look: "How are you going to determine your guess?"

"Tempt it." If you try Fu Yi, you can know which of Fu Yi's guesses she belongs to.

Murong Ye heard the words, his eyes lit up, and she looked at her shiningly, saying, "How do you try?"

"You will soon know." Murong Xue smiled slightly, mysteriously.

The night was quiet, and the whole Fu House was in a deep sleep. Only Yu Yi's room was still lit, and the lights were large and small. They were arranged neatly on the round table in the center of the room, illuminating the room as bright as day. .

The doors and windows of the room were covered with spells with red letters on yellow background. The spells were connected one by one, dense and dense, very impressive.

Fu Yi, dressed in a light white robe and wearing a Ping Fu, sat by the bed, holding a mahogany sword tightly in his hand, so he had a calm gaze and looked at the hourglass on the bedside table from time to time ...

The sand in the hourglass flowed in an orderly manner, taking away one second and one second. When the scale in the hourglass gradually approached the child, Fu Yi's heart gradually hung up ...

"Tick" a ray of white sand fell, when the scale in the hourglass reached the child, a gust of wind blew in, extinguished the lights in the room, and kept swaying ...

At the same time, there was a thumping sound outside the silent window, something seemed to be hitting the window ...