"Marriage is just a formality."

Leng Qingshuang whispered.

She cared about this marriage in her heart, but she could not ignore Chu Yue and the War Academy's situation, so she would adhere to the idea that it would be better to have less than more things.

"Even if it is a form, it has to be finished."

Chu Yue patted Leng Qingshuang's shoulder as comfortedly, then dragged the sword and walked straight towards Mrs. Yan.

When passing by Empress Dowager Rong, Empress Dowager Rong held a crutch and whispered: "This person has no style and demeanor as a mistress, and is like a shrew in the market. He can't handle it. The third master is famous and may be scared.

Thriller, let’s go to the third master.”

Chu Yue's mouth twitched lightly, and the wind was messy, and a row of black lines fell on her face.

For a moment, I didn't know whether Empress Dowager Rong was praising her or damaging her.

I have to say that when this person gets old, he becomes a sperm.

Queen Mother Rong smiled at Chu Yue with kind eyes, but in Chu Yue's eyes, she was an old fox who was exactly the same as Emperor Shenwu.

Chu Yue shrugged and walked to Mrs. Yan.

The Yan family's soldiers rushed out, and the swords and shadows pointed at Chu Yue.

Chu Yue curled her lips and smiled, and said with a high voice: "This is the leader of the famous northern sect. Is Yan's way of hospitality in the Yan Mansion? Can the king of the northern sect know that the Yan Mansion under his command want to destroy the competition of the top ten academies? This is how to treat distinguished guests from afar.

rude?"

Mrs. Yan frowned and waved her hand again, and the soldiers of the house returned behind her.

"What are you talking nonsense? Are you not rude and gathering people to make trouble in front of Yan's mansion? Do you still want to turn the tables?" Mrs. Yan sneered.

"The competition is imminent, and the great forces of heavenly rank such as the Temple of the Martial God is about to arrive. The whole city of your mansion is filled with paper. Isn't this a special way for your mansion to welcome guests from afar?"

Chu Yue laughed jokingly, looking at Mrs. Yan leisurely, with a dark color slid across her eyes.

What puzzled her was that the youngest son of the Yan family was killed, but the Yan family did not look for the murderer at the first time, but instead held a funeral here!

In this way, there are only three possibilities.

One reason is that the Yan family knew that the murderer was Yan Hongyuan, but for some reason, they did not dare to make it public.

Secondly, the two Yan family were really sad and unreasonable, and wanted to hold funerals in the whole city to send their beloved son.

As for these third...

That is to be instigated.

The funeral of Yan's mansion and all kinds of bad luck were clearly coming to Leng Qingshuang's marriage.

If Mrs. Yan is also making trouble, serious people will be indecisive.

Chu Yue half-closed her sharp and cold eyes, and her hand holding the hilt clenched slightly.

To deal with Mrs. Yan like this, I am afraid that violence must be used to fight violence. The evil will be punished by evil people.

She is the evil man.

"Sangming is for my son, don't talk nonsense!"

Mrs. Yan looked slightly angry.

"As far as I know, the funeral in the north is over the first seven, and then the whole city is mourning. Your son has not yet surpassed the first seven, and the major forces are about to arrive tomorrow and the next two days, which makes people wonder, your mourning is for

The Temple of Martial Gods is the Temple of Jiuzhou and the Royal Family of the Heavenly Mansion!”

Chu Yue's words were loud and loud, just like the sound of a sword and a drum passing through Mrs. Yan's eardrums. The contents of the words were all the sins of the Yan Mansion, which made Mrs. Yan's face turn pale.

"Now, I just want to know whether your Yan family is acting like this, is it your own initiative or the instructions of the King of Northern Realm!!"

Every word in the words is a trap that kills people without blood.

If Mrs. Yan accidentally falls into the trap, it will drag down the entire Yan family.

Queen Mother Rong was as interested as watching a play, and she even admired Chu Yue in her heart.

She said, this is not good for her dignified and kind old man.

Mrs. Yan was a smart man. She knew she could not answer Chu Yue's question. She glanced at Chu Yue's knife, then raised her jaw and pointed to her neck: "You deliberately framed the Yan Mansion. To put it bluntly, it was just to stop my son from having a funeral.

Just because you are so conscientious, you still dare to come to my Yan family with a knife. Do you want to cut people? Come on, cut them."

"Mrs. Yan's request is really special. Since Mrs. Yan is tired of living, I will reluctantly agree."

Chu Yue smiled brightly, her eyes suddenly became ruthless, and she used her sword to make a quick move. She suddenly felt like a hidden dragon coming out of the abyss, and a fierce tiger coming out of the mountain.

A blade was like a storm, slashing straight towards Mrs. Yan's delicate neck.

He takes action as clean and neat as an executioner, without any mercy!


Chapter completed!