Eight Hundred and Fortieth Chapters: Want to Add Crime (2)

Everyone knows that Jun Wuxie is powerful, but although Jun Wuxie killed his opponent with one blow before, he never hurt anyone else's life, but today, right in front of their eyes, Jun Wuxie beat Qu Lingyue until he vomited blood I don't know, seeing Qu Lingyue's appearance when he was carried away, everyone felt that something was wrong.

In Qu Lingyue's situation, it was obvious that she had suffered serious internal injuries!

When the arena was noisy, a group of guards suddenly rushed into the room, holding sharp knives, facing Jun Wuxie who was standing on the arena.

"You are Jun Xie?"

Jun Wuxie's cold gaze swept across the guards, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

"yes."

"The Spirit Fighting Conference is strictly forbidden to hurt other people's lives. Now Qu Lingyue is seriously injured and comatose, and her life is in danger. Your attack is too heavy, which violates the regulations of the Spirit Fighting Conference. Please come with us!" A guard said coldly .

There was an uproar in the martial arts arena. The Spirit Fighting Conference did have such a rule that you can compete but not die. If you really kill someone, you must be punished.

Jun Wuxie looked coldly at the guards who came prepared, and a sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth. She took advantage of the situation and raised her hands in front of her body. Her movement made the guards tense up immediately!

"what you up to!"

Jun Wuxie slightly raised her eyebrows and said, "Aren't you guys going to take me away?" She put her hands together, and a sneer flashed in her eyes.

It's really fast.

The group of guards breathed a sigh of relief. They knew that Jun Wuxie's strength was that of a green spirit, and none of them was a match for Jun Wuxie. Fortunately, with Jun Wuxie's cooperation, one of the guards immediately picked up the iron chain Walking in front of Jun Wuxie, he tortured her hands and took her out.

Jun Wuxie was taken away by the guards of Yan Kingdom's imperial capital, and was directly imprisoned. The entire imperial capital was erupting because of this incident.

Qu Lingyue, the eldest lady of Ten Thousand Beast City, was severely injured in the competition of the Spirit Fighting Conference, and it was Jun Wuxie, a young genius who had been hotly discussed before, who injured her!

For a time, the news quickly spread among the crowd.

At that time, Jun Wuxie was sitting alone in the prison of the imperial capital. In the dark and damp prison, there was only a pile of dirty hay on the ground, and a disgusting stench emanated from the entire prison. .

Jun Wuxie sat casually on the hay,

Eyes lowered slightly, looking at the iron chain tied in his hands, a shallow sneer was chewing on the corner of his mouth.

"Meow."

In past and present lives, Master, this is your first time in jail! It's... strange.

The black cat walked around Jun Wuxie a few times.

"There is always a first time in life." Jun Wuxie said lightly, but she didn't care about the bad situation at this moment. What she really cared about at this moment was the matter of Qu Lingyue.

She thought about it carefully just now, before Qu Lingyue fought with her, there was nothing unusual, but shortly after the battle, she suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground. She can be sure that she has never met Qu Lingyue, let alone Qu Lingyue. Ling Yue was injured.

Although she didn't pay much attention to Qu Lingyue, it was not difficult to see that Qu Lingyue was simple-minded. How could such a simple-minded girl plot against her secretly?

Jun Wuxie can almost be sure that what happened today must have been deliberately set up by someone, and the target of this round is her!

"Is it the emperor, or the fourth prince? The speed of the attack is not slow." Jun Wuxie raised the corners of her lips slightly, and a cluster of icy flames flickered in her eyes.

...

Sir: Get out.

A certain Bei: Sir, calm down! calm! The plot requires it, and I didn't intend to let Xiao Xiezi go to jail! Put the knife down! Let's talk slowly!

Sir: Needless to say, die!