The princess has arrived! The older sister's soul is too high

Yang Yanjiao first widened her eyes and opened her mouth in shock, and then fell to the ground without shedding a single tear.

The next second, a sword passed across a warm heart and landed in Xue'er's little hand. The heart beat twice. Xue'er stared at the bright red heart with bright eyes, and an indescribable excitement arose in her heart.

He snorted coldly at Yang Yanjiao's body on the ground:

"This bitch's heart is actually red too."

"This bitch's heart is actually red too."

As he spoke, he turned around and the bloody heart flew into the air. A flash of light passed through the heart and it split into two halves and flew to both sides of Xue'er.

Xue'er walked towards the center of the heart, her eyes sharp and her aura majestic. The blood spurting out of the heart flew in an arc to both sides of Xue'er.

Xue'er blooms like a flower in the blood.

Walking to Ling Aoxue's side, Xue'er was still as pure and flawless as ever, without a drop of blood on the corner of her clothes. The Yuxue Sword was forged by the emperor's order using thousand-year-old cold iron. It was extremely sharp and not stained with a drop of blood.

Just like Xue'er's movements could not be seen clearly, the Yuxue Sword had already returned to the scabbard. Xue'er's pretty face slightly raised, with a smug smile on her face, and she was very satisfied.

Xue'er thought to herself that even though I wore it, I was still very excited. It seemed that I was still myself, and I was still Yi Xue'er even if I wore it.

Nangong Feixue and Ling Aoxue saw this series of actions clearly.

To outsiders, it seems like such a cruel way of killing, but when it happens to Xueer, it seems so natural and so reasonable.

Ling Aoxue stepped forward and picked up Xiaoxue, who looked up at her with a domineering look on her face.

Suddenly I felt that the little person in front of me didn't look like a 5-year-old baby. There were obvious dimples on the delicate little face.

But she no longer had the childishness of a child. It was as if I saw what Cher would look like ten years later, so beautiful and so domineering.

"Xue'er, let's get out of this place. It's so filthy."

Xueer nodded.

As he spoke, he picked up Xue'er and walked out of the cell, with Nangong Feixue following closely behind.

When they returned to the tent, Nangong Feixue also followed in. Xue'er was a little surprised and wondered what was wrong with Brother Feixue today?

Why didn't he say a word? It would be normal if Sixth Brother didn't speak, but it's not normal for Nangong Feixue not to speak.

Then broke the silence:

"Brother Feixue, why didn't you say a word today?"

Sitting on the bed with my head tilted, I can see that there is really some virginity in it.

When Nangong Feixue heard Xue'er ask her this, she hurriedly said:

"Brother Feixue, I heard that Yang Yanjiao's father is the famous general Yang Tianyu of the Tianhao Dynasty. He commands a large army, and his strategy and martial arts are beyond doubt. He also loves his daughter Yang Yanjiao the most. This time, Xue'er, you were injured because you ran into the arrow yourself. It wasn't her intentional assassination. I'm afraid of her father..."

Nangong Feixue thought that it would be better to be sober at this time. Even if I try my best to marry Xue'er from Ling Aotian, the drowned woman, I still have to think about it carefully.

It is not appropriate to let others discover my thoughts first at this time, especially Ling Aoxue. I always feel that he will become an obstacle for this prince.

So he answered Xue'er's question without saying what he had been thinking.