Qing Ning said nothing, her little face flushed red because of the difficulty in breathing.

At this point, it's useless for her to say anything.

He won't even believe it.

Her hands instinctively clenched on his wrist, hoping that the fingers on her throat could loosen a little, and then loosen a little more.

Their eyes met, each other's eyes were twisted together, her fear was messy, and his was cold and breathless.

Seeing that she was silent, Bu Fengli raised his eyebrows slightly: "Isn't it a silver tongue? What? You have nothing to say, right?"

As the voice flowed out, the man's warm breath sprayed on her forehead and eyelids.

It was obviously warm, but she felt an oozing coldness.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she held his wrist tighter. She didn't know whether it was because of his long-term martial arts training, or because of her heart, but she felt that his wrist was as cold and hard as his body.

She was thinking quickly in her mind, how she should answer if he asked her who she was.

To be honest, he would not believe it. Even if she took out the script, she would not be able to prove her origins. Moreover, if the man in the script ended up like this, if he saw it, it would only be more detrimental to her.

She hadn't thought about it yet, but she couldn't think about it anymore, because the five fingers on her throat were tightening little by little, a feeling of suffocation came over her, and she was crumbling under his hands.

Just when she thought he might be planning to squeeze her to death, her throat suddenly relaxed.

The man actually withdrew his hand.

He actually withdrew his hand without asking anything!

She was surprised, but she couldn't care less. The long-lost air returned to her lungs. She bent over and coughed, breathing heavily.

The man glanced at her coldly, turned around and walked to a soft chair nearby, flicked the corner of his robe, and sat down.

"Put on your human skin mask and follow me into the palace."

Qing Ning was stunned, put on a human skin mask, and entered the palace?

Are you taking her to see the Queen Mother? After all, she belongs to the Queen Mother.

She didn't know whether to take her to see the Queen Mother to accuse the Queen Mother, or to just hand her over to the Queen Mother. She only knew that no matter which way, she would die.

The Queen Mother would not let her live under any circumstances.

"Why don't you, Your Majesty, ask the reason?"

The man didn't even ask her who she was.

Although she hasn't figured out how she would answer if he asked her, which would give her a chance to survive.

"Put on your mask quickly, I don't have time to chat with you here!" The man lowered his eyes and elegantly dusted the dust on his other sleeve with one hand.

Qing Ning forced herself to calm down and quickly thought of countermeasures in her mind, but her heart was still in chaos.

Seeing that she didn't move, the man opened his lips again: "Do you need me to find someone to help you?"

After finishing speaking, he patted the armrests of the soft chair with both hands and stood up.

Apparently he lost his last patience.

Qing Ning's breath trembled, and she had to quickly reach into her sleeves to dig out the specialized materials.

Seeing her like this, the man's eyes narrowed slightly and he sat back again.

Qing Ning felt that she was going crazy. Under the gaze of the man and Dou for a long time, she took out the special materials and alcohol glue.

The special material had been dried. She applied glue on it, then hesitated for a moment, turned her back, and carefully applied it to fit the shape of her face.

Then he slowly turned around and faced the two of them.

My heart was beating like a war drum, and I was prepared to face the storm, but suddenly I saw the man's face was startled, and his eyebrows were slightly condensed: "Qing Ning, why are you here?"

Qing Ning: "..."

Why is she here?
Chapter completed!