Xiao Li failed to kill Liu Xueyin twice, and actually he no longer had any hatred towards her.

Hating someone takes energy, and Liu Xueyin is not worth her time to hold a grudge against.

What she needs to do is to solve problems and achieve her goals instead of being controlled by emotions.

Rather than saying that Liu Xueyin is her enemy, it is better to say that Liu Xueyin is the key to her leaving this world.

Between them, one is destined to live and the other to die, and the worst outcome is that they will both perish.

However, Liu Xueyin always managed to easily find her weak spots and provoke her anger when she was calm and didn't even want to kill her.

Maybe it shouldn't be anger, but her hidden madness and bloodthirstiness, which can burn away all her sanity in an instant.

There are only two people in this world who can make Xiao Li emotionally collapse, Lu Yanzhi and Liu Xueyin.

That was the curse imposed on her by her original body's soul of torment, pain and despair. Only the death of these two people could completely free her from it.

Lu Yanzhi died, and after he revived his corpse, he turned into blood and died completely.

Liu Xueyin was about to die. Even if she didn't die, Xiao Li could suppress her so that she would never be able to get up.

Unexpectedly, she now has those memories and even mentioned the child.

That nightmare-like existence.

Everything seemed to have returned to the beginning, as if she was still trapped in her original body yesterday, unable to struggle and in excruciating pain. Those emotions of collapse and despair were like maggots attached to her bones, and even if the flesh was dug out, they could not be shaved off completely.

At this moment, all Xiao Li had in his mind and eyes was the killing that would destroy the world.

When the sword falls, either Liu Xueyin dies or everyone dies together!

If everyone is dead, their bones are ground to dust and nothing is left, then everything will be completely clean.

“Puff!”

The sword pierced Xiao Jingyu's heart, but Xiao Li was too ruthless. He rushed forward without caring about anything, causing Xiao Jingyu to fall backwards instantly. The piercing sword went through Liu Xueyin who was blocking behind him.

Xiao Li gave them almost no reaction, and before they could even scream, she had already kicked Xiao Jingyu and pulled out her sword. Using the force, she turned around and slashed Xiao Jingyu's throat with the sword.

Boom!

Xiao Li seemed to hear a huge thunder exploding in her ears. The strong vibration almost made her head split, and she was a little unsteady on her feet, but there was no thunder outside.

She knew that this was a warning from the world after she killed the male protagonist.

But she doesn't even care about death, so why should she be afraid of this warning?

Xiao Jingyu was stabbed in the throat by a sword and died instantly, but Liu Xueyin was still alive.

She was lying on the ground, her chest was open and blood was gushing out, but she was still breathing.

He stared at Xiao Li intently, filled with hatred, anger, fear, and unwillingness. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word.

Xiao Li walked over with the sword in hand, the tip of the sword pointed at Liu Xueyin's neck. His bloodshot eyes glared at her like a bloodthirsty beast, slyly cold, cruel and creepy. "Liu Xueyin, it's time to end this."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword slashed across her neck.

Xiao Li felt resistance, and at that moment she saw a large black fog with a breath of destruction sweeping towards her, but it disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, her sword stabbed down.

"Boom!" Another sound echoed in my mind.

Xiao Li almost fainted on the spot, but fortunately she managed to hold on.

The light in Liu Xueyin's eyes completely disappeared.

She is dead.

Xiao Li's anger subsided the moment the life in Liu Xueyin's eyes was extinguished.

This time was different from the previous two times. Liu Xueyin no longer had the power to protect her.

She was really dead, but Xiao Li did not let down his guard.

Lu Yanzhi is dead, but he has been pretending to be dead for so long, right?

Even if you die, you may not be safe.

But there is no rush to deal with it now: "Yang Jun, drag it away."

Yang Jun immediately took people to drag the body away.

"Ah." Xiao Li seemed to suddenly realize something and slowly raised his head. His face was still covered in blood. He glanced at the crowd and said with an apologetic and graceful smile, "Sorry to interrupt your enjoyment."

Everyone: You finally remembered that there are other people here.

He forced a stiff fake smile and said, "Your Majesty, you are too kind."

She raised her hand: "Bring me some wine."

Hongyue immediately brought a tray and handed over a glass of wine.

Xiao Li raised his glass: "I'm sorry for scaring you all. This glass of wine is for you all to say sorry."

A group of people hurriedly bowed their hands and said in fear and trepidation, "We dare not."

How could they dare to accept the emperor's apology?

There were three corpses lying on the ground, one with his head and body separated, and two with their eyes open. The ground was covered with blood like a river, and even people who had seen big scenes would be terrified.

What they were afraid of was not the dead, but the fact that the empress killed these people in public.

She never concealed her cruelty, but at the same time, she was fearless and did not care if her reputation for cruelty and viciousness would be further exaggerated.

She was wearing a dragon robe, holding a sharp sword, and covered in blood. She had just madly killed two people the previous moment, but the next moment she was elegant and calm, like a spring breeze.

Cruel, tyrannical, capricious, a true tyrant.

She was more terrifying than the dead people on the ground.

After witnessing the heroine's ruthlessness in killing people and her unpredictable moodiness, the envoys trembled and kept wondering whether they had said anything disrespectful to the empress.

The envoys: We have behaved well, please spare us!

When power, wealth, ruthlessness and fearlessness of death are all concentrated in one person, it doesn't matter whether this person is a man or a woman, she is invincible.

And when she became cruel enough, no one dared to speak of great principles with a righteous attitude. They just wanted to try their best to reduce their presence, for fear of being singled out and tortured.

As for the officials of Longsheng, the middle and lower levels were just selected by the empress. They were not grateful to the empress, but they had not yet secured their own positions and did not even have the power to speak.

As for the top layer, such as Song Junzhan, Yang Jun, Tang Shuyu and others, they saw with their own eyes the empress killing her way over.

The only problem with the empress killing people was that she did it herself and was injured by Xiao Jingyu.

Xiao Jingyu should have died long ago!

Xiao Li drank the wine, and the spicy taste choked her throat, causing her to cough. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth nonchalantly.

"Prime Minister, please entertain the envoys well."

Xiao Li left after he finished speaking, and everyone bowed again: "Farewell, Your Majesty."

Song Junzhan was very worried about His Majesty, but he knew he had to stay. He swept his cold eyes over all the envoys.

He could control the officials of Longsheng, but the people from other countries were not easy to manage. For the sake of the empress's reputation, he tried to be as polite as possible.

"Don't be afraid, envoys. Our emperor is actually quite reasonable and never kills innocent people."

Zhong Shichen: Prime Minister Song said it very well, but don’t say it anymore, no one will believe it, especially the look in your eyes, which are like whizzing ice knives, piercing people to the core.

Song Junzhan added, "You have come from afar, and you must want to explore the capital. Feel free to have fun. I will have the Silver Armored Guards escort you personally to ensure your safety."

The envoys: Our hearts are finally at peace. Being escorted by Silver-Armored Guards, what’s the difference between this and holding a knife to one’s neck?