In the evening, the sun is shining in the west, and the setting sun is as bloody.

In the capital of Emperor Shenwu, in the east, a magnificent and ancient building stands here.

On the plaque, there are two words: dragons and phoenixes dancing and spiritual power spreading:

Martial Palace.

Here, it is above the royal family!

In front of the Martial Palace, many cultivators and ordinary people gathered, most of them with longing eyes.

Only high-ranking officials, nobles, and super-strong warriors are qualified to enter the Martial Palace.

A carriage was coming slowly from the right side of the street. The carriage was inlaid with huge gems, surrounded by light veils, and the breeze was slightly raised.

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of the stairs of the Martial Palace. The woman with a phoenix-eyed phoenix-eyed silly walked down the carriage. From a distance, she looked extremely gorgeous and elegant, just like a silly and charming banished immortal!

"Mom..." After the little breasts sounded, a delicate and beautiful little boy walked down with a weird fox in his arms, opened his eyes wide and looked around curiously.

In the crowd, some civilians saw her identity: "Isn't that the third lady of the Ye family? Not to mention, covering her face is not that scary."

"Then this kid...is that wild planted?"

"These three ladies are really shameless. They have done something unfair and are not staying in the mansion, and they dare to bring this fatherless child out."

“…”

Xiaobao's shining eyes instantly dimmed.

The murderous aura in Chu Yue's eyes flashed by, and the Shennong Ring between her fingers was flowing with red fog. After a moment, a red light burst out from the ring face and quickly penetrated into the mouths of the people who were talking.

"Ahhhh!"

Screams rang one after another, and saw several adult men who had just spoken, spitting blood in their mouths and covering their throats could not speak.

"It's useless to keep your tongue if you only know how to gossip." Chu Yue murmured in a low voice.

Ye Mohan, who was nestled in Xiaobao's arms, looked at the woman's slender figure and couldn't help but feel a chill.

What a vicious woman.

Chu Yue stretched, stepped on her slender legs, and walked towards the Martial Palace.

In front of the Martial Palace, there are two stone lions with rich spiritual energy and majestic scattered stone lions, guards wearing armor, holding red tassels, guarding aside.

Chu Yue was about to enter the Martial Palace, and two sharp silver spears crossed in front of Chu Yue, so close that they could make Chu Yue's face unrecognizable by just a few minutes ahead!

The two guards holding silver spears are both serious innate warriors. They retired from the battlefield and have a bloody and terrifying aura that makes people feel scared!

If it is an ordinary person, he will be frightened when he sees it. Everyone else is watching the show in front of the door, waiting for Ye Chuyue to make a fool of herself.

Ye Chuyue is not even as good as ordinary people. Under such a powerful force, can’t he make a fool of himself?

Of course—

The girl is tall and tall, with her eyebrows and eyes as frost. Even if the sharp blade can penetrate her skull at any time, she is still neither humble nor arrogant, nor afraid of danger.

"Is this the way to entertain guests in the Martial Palace?" She curled her lips and smiled, and said softly without hesitation, her voice clear and gentle, ethereal and pleasant.

Everyone gasped around, and even the two innate warriors were slightly stunned.

On the west side of the Wu Hall, there is a windowsill in the attic above the high place, which happens to be able to see the street view and the scene in front of the gilded double doors of the Wu Hall.

Xue Cheng was wearing a red robe, as bright as blood, with her clothes open and her tempting collarbone. He sat rebelliously on the windowsill, swaying the wine glass in his hand slightly, looking down from a high place, and laughing: "Your Highness, the third lady, is really interesting."

Xuanyuan Chen looked cold and looked up, and said sinisterly: "Since it's interesting, why don't you marry her?"

"If she wants, she will carry a sedan chair with a ten-mile red makeup, a phoenix crown and a red robe, waiting for her at any time." Xue Cheng raised his head, and the wine in the glass fell into his red lips, flowing along his perfect jaw, from his neck to his collarbone. He turned his head, his deep eyes shining with a subtle luster, and his eyes fell on the slender figure.
Chapter completed!