"No grievance or grudge? Kunsa Sect killed many people in the Tang Dynasty!"

Hu Yinger raised her legs and leaned forward, revealing her endless charm.

"So what, it's just some people!"

"As the Eighth Prince, can't you see this clearly?"

As she said that, she quietly touched a transparent silk thread behind her back with one hand.

"Stop talking nonsense, die for me!"

Li Chengfeng tried hard to cut off Hu Ying'er's head.

At this moment, Hu Ying'er suddenly lowered her head and exposed her back with a blood-colored tattoo.

In an instant, hundreds of silver needles shot out from behind her.

Li Chengfeng quickly drew his sword and blocked it in front of him, shooting down all the silver needles.

The silver needle bounced onto the curtain on the side, leaving a string of black toxins.

...

"Bang!"

The explosion sounded, and Hu Yinger reappeared after a burst of smoke and dust.

At this time, she had already changed into a black tights and held a two-foot-long soft sword in her hand.

"It's a pity that this skin looks!"

Hu Ying'er shook her head, and the long sword in her hand was like a spiritual snake, pounced towards Li Chengfeng.

The soft sword and the black-toothed sword collided and let out a soft moan.

Before Li Chengfeng could fight back, Hu Yinger waved her sleeves and smashed her into the face with a force.

His right hand pressed against the piercing soft sword.

He stretched out his left hand and grabbed the red sleeve robe firmly.

With a force, Hu Ying'er's feet were unbalanced and rushed into Li Chengfeng's arms.

"Why are you worried about your son? I will be your son's person sooner or later!"

Hu Yinger barely stopped and smiled happily.
Chapter completed!