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"That's the way it is, Brother Han, that demon girl is too deceitful, and I'm not sure if she's the Moon Fall City. The style of action is similar, but there are some differences......"

Yue Qingshuang twitched and finally explained the movements made by Yue Qingcheng in the Dingguo Mansion.

She was already completely sure in her heart that that person was Moon Fall City, and misleading the third prince like this was just to let him take action to check it.

As long as he checks it out, he will definitely have a conflict with Moon Fall City......

However, she didn't wait for the comfort of the three princes, looked up and found that the three princes were already sinking like water.

The room was cold, and from time to time there was cold air coming out of the soles of my feet, and Yue Qingshuang shivered.

"Night One!"

The third prince's words were obviously a little flustered, "Quick, send someone to investigate outside the death prison to see what is going on, Nightingale she ......"

Yue Qingshuang's heart slowly sank, she deliberately hid the nightingale's matter, but she didn't expect the third prince to take the initiative to mention that woman.

"Brother Han......"

The third prince looked down at her and said, "Nightingale is extremely important to my future accession to the throne, she is still indispensable, she must live!" ”

The chill in his eyes was so heavy that Yue Qingshuang didn't dare to look directly at it, nor did he dare to say his conjecture.

Since Moon Allure is still alive, the nightingale who went to kill her must be dead......

Just thinking about it, Yue Qingshuang suddenly felt a shock in her heart - how did Yue Fall City escape, it was a death prison with wings and difficult to fly!

After Ye Yi set off in person, the three princes walked around the house.

Yue Qingshuang's heart is getting colder and colder, what is the relationship between him and the nightingale, if it is really that simple, the third prince will definitely not be so anxious.

"Brother Han......"

The third prince is worried now, how can he have the energy to coax the beauties, and now the beauties have become beggars.

He frowned and said, "Come on, take Miss Yue to bathe and change clothes." Frost, we'll talk about it later, okay? ”

Yue Qingshuang left full of grievances.

When she came out cleanly dressed, she happened to see the third prince smashing the teacup on the ground in anger.

And the guards in front of him were also trembling.

At the feet of the night one, the grass swept a man, and his long hair and legs were exposed......

The face is invisible, but judging by the bruises on the calves, who can't figure out what happened to this person?

"Moonfall!!"

The third prince went crazy and smashed everything he could see.

Yue Qingshuang walked over and carefully uncovered the corner of the straw mat, and sure enough, it was the nightingale, her eyes were still open, and she didn't blink to death.

"Vomit ......"

An unpleasant smell came to her face, and Yue Qingshuang covered her mouth and took a few steps back, and was so shocked that she took a few steps back.

"Night one, this ...... Where did you get it from? ”

Yaichi couldn't bear this disgust, and he said, "Soon after we arrived, we saw the door of the death cell open and the body of the nightingale was dumped on the mass grave. ”

"Check! Find me what the hell is going on? And Moon Fall City, how did she break out of the death prison! ”

The third prince was a little depressed, and all kinds of monstrous hatred were entangled.

"Send someone to keep an eye on the Dingguo Mansion, and once there is news of the moon falling into the city, no matter how big or small, you must report it to me. I want to see where this waste of Moon Fall City has become! ”

Yue Qingshuang looked at the usually noble and handsome third prince, as if she had changed into a different person, and she had a strange feeling.

At this moment, she was lucky that the nightingale died, but she felt a trace of sorrow for herself.