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

Chapter 384: It will be better if you hold it

Wen Yufu's eyes were sharp and sinister, and his murderous intent was not concealed. She scratched her throat in pain, and her whole body was itchy. The itch was so unbearable that she rolled on the ground.

She let out an unbearable scream, and the sound became louder and louder every time.

Everyone gasped when they heard her pitiful screams.

Xiao Qingrang took advantage of this time to transfer his spiritual power to the flute. The flute glowed green and accelerated the speed of absorbing purple energy.

Everyone watched as the purple energy behind Wen Yufu dimmed: "Is her luck about to disappear?"

"It should be so. It's getting fainter and fainter, and it will probably be gone in a while."

Wen Yufu felt itchy all over, her face had been scratched by herself, and she rubbed it on the ground to relieve the itching. Pain came from her abdomen. She roared like a wild beast, her eyes were scarlet, and she wanted to bite Ye Zhiyu into pieces.

Hearing people commenting on how her luck was getting weaker and weaker, she turned to look at the purple air behind her that had changed color from dark purple to light purple, and became furious.

She is about to secure the throne.

The throne was already in her possession, but it was ruined by Ye Zhiyu.

She had worked so hard to plan all this, and the success was just around the corner, but Ye Zhiyu appeared halfway and made her fail.

Wen Yufu was so angry that her eyes were full of murderous intent. She actually got up from the ground. Her face was covered in blood and flesh, and her expression could no longer be clearly seen, and her strong murderous intent could be detected.

"I am the emperor, I will not lose!" Wen Yufu let out a crazy laugh and raised his hand to point angrily at Ye Zhiyu.

"You despicable slave, how dare you drug me, I will make you pay the price!"

"When I die, you all have to be buried with me!" She gritted her teeth and said grimly, "With so many of you accompanying me on the road to Huangquan, I am not alone anymore."

Before he finished speaking, the person closest to Wen Yufu felt an invisible force locking his neck. He seemed to be sucked by a force and dragged him directly to Wen Yufu.

He was confused and didn't know what happened. His neck was broken when his head went blank. His eyes were horrified and he fell down softly.

Wen Yufu's eyes were red, and she was mumbling words. Everyone felt that their breathing was not smooth, and their throats were being pinched by invisible hands.

Their faces turned purple, they scratched their necks and struggled.

Wen Yufu lifted a man up with a slight movement of his fingers and then threw him to the ground. The man's head was bruised and bloody, and he went directly to see the Lord of Hell.

This miserable and terrifying scene made everyone pale with fear and wanted to run away, but found that they could not move.

"What's going on? I can't move?"

"Me too, my legs are weak, I'm afraid I will be next."

Feng Wuming moved his feet. No matter how hard he tried, the soles of his feet seemed to be stuck to the ground, motionless.

His face was cold.

Ye Zhiyu looked at the tragically dead people with a frosty face: "Are you crazy? They are all your people."

Wen Yufu grinned and let out a faint laugh: "My people should sacrifice for me."

"Give me the antidote."

"Give me the antidote and I will let them go."

"Otherwise... I will make the Imperial City a dead city and drag all of you to be buried with it."

Wen Yufu gathered his spiritual power in his hand to form a circle, threw it into the air, and began to pull it to form a dense network to surround everyone.

Ye Zhiyu gritted his teeth.

It was impossible to give Wen Yufu the antidote.

After being given the antidote, Wen Yufu regretted it and she had nothing to do with Wen Yufu.

The time for the medicine to take effect is coming soon, and Wen Yufu can't hold on much longer.She raised her eyes and looked at the net formed with spiritual power above her head. She must prevent the spread of spiritual power, otherwise the imperial city will really become a dead city.

Xiao Qingrang closed his eyes. Ye Zhiyu did not disturb him. Looking at Wen Yufu, she quickly flashed to Wen Yufu's side and sprinkled a handful of white powder.

Wen Yufu covered her stinging eyes. Her eyes were bleeding. She looked at the sky and her eyes were all gray.

When she opened her mouth, Ye Zhiyu popped out a pill and she swallowed it. Wen Yufu wanted to spit it out but it was too late. A trace of black blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and she fell back with eyes open.

Ye Zhiyu watched as her remaining spiritual power continued to spread. She looked at the horrified people and quickly moved to Feng Wuming's side.

"My lord, I'm sorry, I have to lend you a hug."

Before Feng Wuming had time to speak, he let her hug him around his waist.

She looked at the spreading spiritual power, feeling anxious in her heart. When her spiritual power returned a little, she let go of Feng Wuming.

Feng Wuming felt inexplicably uneasy and subconsciously wanted to catch her. The sleeve slipped from between his fingers. He tightened his fingers but still couldn't catch her.

"Wang Xiao'e..." He didn't know where the panic came from, so he called her hastily: "Don't do anything stupid."

Ye Zhiyu smiled lightly at him: "Your Majesty, I cherish my life."

Feng Wuming's heart was stung and he wanted to hold her, but he couldn't move his feet and was anxious.

Ye Zhiyu used all her spiritual power to fight against the spiritual power left by Wen Yufu. She muttered words, and the two spiritual powers in the air collided with each other. At first, they were even, but later the green spiritual power gradually gained the upper hand. Slowly swallow the purple spiritual power.

Wen Yufu's spiritual power was completely swallowed up, and everyone was saved. There was no invisible hand strangling their necks, and they could move freely.

While they were cheering, Feng Wuming ran towards Ye Zhiyu with a nervous look on his face.

Ye Zhiyu watched the green spiritual power disperse into tiny stars and fall on everyone. Blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, her face turned pale, her whole body was weak, her vision went dark and she fell back.

As she was spinning, an anxious voice called her name in her ears.

The voice was nice and familiar, like Feng Wuming's.

His voice sounded very scared and helpless. She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids couldn't be opened and they drooped.

Xiao Qingrang suddenly opened his eyes and took back the flute. His figure flashed behind Ye Zhiyu like a shadow and hugged her in time.

After checking Ye Zhiyu's pulse, Xiao Qing asked her to give her a medicine.

Feng Wuming said solemnly: "How is she?"

"Spiritual power is exhausted." Xiao Qing shook his figure, and his spiritual power was also consumed a lot.

"My lord, please hold her. If you hold her, she will feel better."

Xiao Qingrang stabilized his body and gently pushed Ye Zhiyu to him.

Feng Wuming quickly took it and looked down at her bloodless face. His heart seemed to be grasped by his hands.

He touched her hand and found that her hand was cold, so he wrapped his hand around her: "National Master, her hands are cold."

"Your Majesty, it's normal for Miss Wang's hands to be cold. She..." Xiao Qingrang was confused.

"She is sleeping now and I don't know when she will wake up."

Feng Wuming's pupils shrank, he hugged her tightly, his heart was blocked.

Yun Qi came over: "My lord, you still have to take charge of the overall situation. Leave her to me and I will send her back."

Feng Wuming avoided his hand and glanced at everyone.

All the civil and military officials knelt down and said, "Please, Your Majesty, take charge of the overall situation."

(End of this chapter)