The senior sister who refuses to fall in love has become a god.

Qian Shu raised his eyes and asked doubtfully: "When did you get a cheap brother?"

Before Yue Wangjun could answer, Yue Wangyong stumbled over, holding a bottle of wine in his hand.

"Fairy, fairy, come and have a drink with me - ah!"

His voice stopped suddenly, and the music of the silk and bamboo orchestra also stopped.

Everyone either looked directly at him or took a peek, and they all looked towards Yue Wangyong.

He stood stiffly on the spot, his hands slowly raised to cover his neck, and the next moment blood spurted out from between his fingers, like a fountain made of blood.

Qian Shu raised his hand and put up a thin ice shield in front of him. Blood spattered on the shield, blurring the scene in front of him.

Yue Wangyong covered his neck, his feet were unsteady, and he fell face down on the ground. His head rolled to Yue Wangjun's feet.

A pair of black shoes embroidered with gold dragons stepped on the head, right on his forehead.

Yue Wangyong's eyes widened and he refused to close his eyes.

Yue Wangjun just smiled and said, "Brother Emperor, fairies can only be found in the sky, so I have no choice but to send you to heaven."

I don't know who screamed, and the whole terrace was in chaos. The concubines and palace maids, regardless of their identities, screamed and ran downstairs in panic.

Yue Wangjun frowned slightly, a little unhappy, "Why are you running? Sit back."

His voice was obviously not loud, but everyone seemed to have a string attached to them. They returned to their original positions one by one. The pipa player continued to hold the pipa, and the dancer returned to stand on the stage.

"Eleven, pick up my brother's head and place it on the railing. Doesn't he like these songs and dances the most? Then let him watch carefully."

"Yes."

Dressed in black, Eleven picked up the head from under Yue Wangjun's feet, strode to the railing, and tied it with a red ribbon, letting Yue Wangyong stare at the crowd on the terrace with his wide eyes. .

"Keep playing music."

The melodious music started playing again, but there was no sound except the music.

Yue Wangjun made a gesture of invitation, "Master, sit down."

"No need, I really can't stand the scenery."

"Master."

He lowered his eyes and looked at the bright red blood spreading on the ground.

"If you really don't like them, then I will have to kill them. Playthings that can't make you happy don't deserve to live."

"I think you're crazy."

Qian Shu looked at him quietly, his eyes calm, not angry but certainly not happy.

She quietly watched his sick behavior like an outsider.

"Crazy? I'm afraid you are the only one who knows and dares to say that to me."

Yue Wangjun was still smiling, and he looked at Qian Shu: "Master, I've never seen you smile before, why don't you give me a smile today?"

Seeing that she didn't answer, let alone smile, Yue Wangjun just clapped her hands.

"Master doesn't like your performance. Change it to someone else. As long as it can make Master laugh, you will be rewarded heavily!"

Everyone did not dare to disobey, so they tried their best and tried their best.

Qian Shu secretly gathered a ball of chaotic power in his hand. When the time was right, he would give him a blow to test his strength.

Although those performances were performed hard, they were too hard, until a spinning and dancing exotic dancer approached her with her dancing posture, and suddenly, a sharp blade flew out of her sleeves.

Qian Shu secretly yelled, "How could an ordinary arrow blade hurt Yue Wangjun?"

Sure enough, the next moment the dancer was pushed to the ground.

The flying sword in his sleeve fell into Yue Wangjun's hand. He played with it and said, "It's also coated with snake venom. It's really thoughtful, but it's a pity that it's useless to me. Tell me, who sent you here?"

The dancer was also loyal, and she immediately bit the poisonous packet under her tongue. Blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth in an instant, and she committed suicide.

"Do you really think there's nothing I can do about it? Now that I'm dead, let's extract my soul."

Eleven put his hand on her forehead, and a translucent soul gradually emerged.

No one thought that Yue Wangjun could be so cruel and crazy, even the dead would not be spared.

The dancer's eyes became frightened, and she wanted to escape but was imprisoned by Eleven's Soul Locking Technique.

"Tell me, who sent you here? Otherwise, your soul will never rest in peace."

The dancer's expression was painful, and she gradually stretched out her hand and pointed to the queen's position.

The queen's face suddenly turned pale.

Yue Wangjun smiled slightly and waved his hand, instantly squeezing her soul away.

Qian Shu's pupils shrank slightly, and a living soul dispersed in front of his eyes.

"Her Royal Highness the Queen seems to hate me to this day."

The queen stiffened and stood up from her seat. She was trembling all over and her nails dug into the palms of her hands.

Knowing that she would not survive, the queen gritted her teeth and said: "Yue Wangjun, you are born to be a devil. Back then you killed my daughter because you were jealous of her. Now you are not willing to let Yue Wangyong go even as a fool. You He’s just a born bad guy!”

"Human nature is inherently evil. If you were really kind, you wouldn't find someone else's son to be your prince. My father had already lost the ability to have sex before he was born. You don't know that, right?"

The queen's body swayed and she fell straight onto the seat.

"How did you know?"

The emperor's infertility was a big deal. How could Jiangshan Sheji tolerate others' interference, so even if he was infertile, he would not tell others.

Yue Wangjun said calmly: "What do you think, I personally cut off his third leg."

"You didn't even let your biological father go. You are really pregnant and a bad seed!"

The queen could no longer stand still, but she couldn't help pointing at Yue Wangjun and roaring. Her eyes were scarlet, but she was powerless and could only fall to the ground.

Both children and husband died in his hands, and he was filled with grief and anger.

The queen took off the hairpin from her head and rushed towards Yue Wangjun, but she was still like a moth to the flame. Before she could touch Yue Wangjun, he was already pinned to the ground by his men.

"Your Highness the Queen, Wangjun originally wanted to give you a decent exit, but it seems that there is no need for it now."

"Wait a moment."

An ice blade repels Eleven who was about to take action.

"Master, are you soft-hearted and want to keep her?" Yue Wangjun narrowed his eyes.

"I'm not soft-hearted, I just can't tolerate you killing someone in front of me."

"If master wants to keep her, then let her live, but others must die."

Yue Wangjun waved his hand gently, and the people around him covered their necks and fell down. One by one, they didn't even have time to say a last word.

Eleven held a round object in his hand and walked around these souls.

Qian Shu guessed that he was collecting his soul, because wisps of translucent dark light flew out from each body, all flowing into the small ball in his hand.

The queen's clothes were stained with blood, her fingertips were stained with blood, and her eyes were dull and expressionless.

Qian Shu felt indescribably shocked and disgusted. It was not that she had never seen dead people before, but now she could not hide the complicated feelings in her heart while standing in a pool of blood on the ground.