On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 383
Ye Zhiyu pursed her lips and looked at him. The man looked at her quietly, and when she turned around, he gave her a faint but gentle smile. Heat flowed through her heart, giving rise to some inexplicable and complicated emotions.

The two looked at each other, and for some reason she had the illusion that he only had eyes for her.

There were people everywhere, but she was the only one in his eyes.

Ye Zhiyu's throat was tight and her lips opened and closed: "Do you believe me when I say it?"

She stared into his eyes, her voice gradually getting lower due to her guilty conscience, with a bit of unconfidence.

Feng Wuming took a step closer to her. She asked in a low voice, but he could still hear her clearly. The corners of his lips raised slightly, and every word fell into her ears.

"nature."

"I'll believe it if you tell me."

The firmness in his eyes made Ye Zhiyu smile involuntarily. She gently raised the corners of her lips, but she didn't notice the lightness in her tone.

"My lord, don't believe her words."

"Okay, I don't believe it." Feng Wuming said simply.

"I know she is talking nonsense."

Wen Yufu saw the two people's eyes facing each other, with endless affection in their eyes. She caught the loophole in Ye Zhiyu's words with a ferocious expression.

"Feng Wuming, you idiot, she doesn't even dare to say directly that she is not a time traveler, but you actually believe it!"

"Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? A woman can deceive you..."

Feng Wuming looked at her, and Wen Yufu's curse words stopped abruptly.

The man's eyes were cold and displeased, and his handsome face was tinged with gloom, gloomy and sharp. His eyes were like invisible knives on her neck, too intimidating for her to dare to speak out.

"Now!" Xiao Qingrang suddenly lowered his voice to remind Ye Zhiyu.

Ye Zhiyu quickly concentrated her attention and caught a glimpse of Wen Yufu losing his mind. She gathered her spiritual power in her hands and attacked Wen Yufu.

The spiritual power hit Wen Yufu, but she didn't react at all.

Wen Yufu's evil eyes fell on her, and he touched the place where she hit him with one hand, teasing and mocking her.

"Are you tickling me?"

Ye Zhiyu was surprised, what happened?

She gathered her spiritual power in that blow, and even if she couldn't knock Wen Yufu away, there was no way it wouldn't cause any damage at all.

Feng Wuming saw her shocked look and said, "She is wearing a weapon that I cannot see, and she is invulnerable."

Invulnerable?
Even the spiritual attack doesn't work. Did Wen Yufu get anything good?

Ye Zhiyu looked at Wen Yufu with a bit of light and heat in his eyes.

She treasures all treasures.

Wen Yufu raised her chin like a proud swan, squinting at Ye Zhiyu and Xiao Qingrang, her tone arrogant.

"I don't take you two seriously at all. You two are no match for me."

arrogant.

A cunning light flashed in Ye Zhiyu's eyes, and she sneered: "Really? Are you not afraid of me joining forces with the Imperial Master?"

"Don't talk nonsense. I won't believe you are really strong unless you let us two try it."

Wen Yufu opened his hands and muttered proudly: "It doesn't matter if I let you try."

Ye Zhiyu and Xiao Qingrang looked at each other, and they both gathered their spiritual power to attack her without being hurt.

The spiritual power turned into a sharp knife in the air and slashed at Wen Yufu, but Wen Yufu didn't do anything. She laughed at the two of them: "Do you know this little skill?"

"This level of strength is not even worthy of scratching my itch."

Ye Zhiyu's face turned dark. She had just quietly released a burst of spiritual power, attacking Wen Yufu's whole body, but no one was hurt.The spiritual power hitting her seemed to have lost its effect and had no effect. It was as if...she had an indestructible body.

Wen Yufu has a Vajra Body, and no matter how much spiritual power is wasted, it will be of no use to her.

Ye Zhiyu's face was solemn, and she suddenly heard a sneeze. She had an idea and had a solution in her mind.

She used Xiao Qingrang's body to block half of her body, and took out a packet of medicinal powder from the cloth bag she was carrying.

"Wen Yufu, don't be proud. In fact, you are not that powerful. I was merciful just now. I was just testing you."

Wen Yufu glanced at her coldly, condescendingly and dismissively.

"A dead duck has a tough mouth."

"What else are you capable of? Let me see what harm you can do to me."

She glared at her sharply, with murderous intent in her eyes.

"If you can't do anything to me, it will be my turn to take your life."

"Do you know where the last person who tried to take my life went?"

Wen Yufu snorted coldly: "I don't need to know. The last loser didn't take your life. When I take your life away, I will kick your head like a ball."

"I'm afraid you don't have this chance." Ye Zhiyu gathered spiritual power in her hands. The medicinal powder in her hand spilled out and was wrapped in spiritual power. A gust of wind blew the powder on Wen Yufu's face.

Wen Yufu was blown away by the powder. She slapped her twice with her hand and said disapprovingly: "Is this all you have?"

Ye Zhiyu wiped his hands on his skirt, his face slightly pale, but filled with a bright smile.

"Don't underestimate this ability, it can directly kill you."

Wen Yufu dismissed her and walked towards her step by step: "Kill me? Are you kidding me?"

"I'm going to take your dog's life."

Ye Zhiyu's smile became brighter and brighter: "Really? Don't you feel that your throat is itchy and your limbs are weak?"

Wen Yufu opened his mouth to ridicule her self-righteousness, but after only saying the word "you", his throat felt sore.

She covered her throat with both hands. Her throat was dry and itchy, as if thousands of ants were biting her throat, and it was like a knife cutting her, and the pain was unbearable.

Her legs were weak and her whole body was weak. She bent her legs and knelt on the ground. She put her hands on the ground and tried her best to stand up.

The effect of the medicine gradually increased. Wen Yufu was halfway up and fell down again. His chin hit the ground, and his skin was bruised and bleeding.

Her throat was itchy and she scratched it with her hands. She scratched the skin of her throat, but it was of no use. Her throat was itchy and she was restless and very irritable.

Wen Yufu's eyes were cracked, and he glared at Ye Zhiyu with a fierce glare: "What poison did you give me?"

She opened her mouth and found that she could speak, but every time she said a word, her throat felt as if she had been cut by a knife. The pain was unbearable, and her face was twisted and twisted with extreme anger.

"The antidote, give me the antidote."

Doesn't she have the body of King Kong?

How could he still be hurt?
Didn’t the system say it was invulnerable?what happened!

Wen Yufu crawled to Ye Zhiyu's feet, grabbed her skirt and screamed: "Hurry up and hand over the antidote."

Ye Zhiyu's voice was cold and he kicked her away with a look of disgust on his face.

"How can I give you the antidote?"

"Aren't you very capable? You can figure it out yourself."

"Do you know what medicine I gave you?"

"Now your throat is stinging as if you are holding a razor blade, your limbs are weak, and soon your whole body will be itchy, and you will want to scratch it. Finally, the pain will spread throughout your body, causing your liver and intestines to break and die."

(End of this chapter)