Qingge stood still, her feet were like needles entering her flesh, blood rolling, life and death were worse than death, and it was extremely painful.

Drinking blood needles.

The accessories of the dragon lock chain, pierced her ankle into the blood-drinking needle, and the needle will merge into the blood skeletons in her body, adding a layer of shackles to her soul and body, leaving her no way out.

There is a strange reaction between the blood-drinking needle and the dragon-locking chain. If there is a blood-drinking needle in your body, it cannot be too far away from the dragon-locking chain. The farther away, the blood-drinking needle will swallow her blood and bone marrow, causing her to suffer a thousand times of pain.

Mei Qingchen really did everything to keep her.

These should have been kept by prisoners, but they were given to a bride in distress.

In the spiritual world, nightmare's emotional fluctuations were very intense, and he wanted to rush out immediately and fight with Mei Qingchen's beast to death.

"Madam, I'm in the sedan chair." The maid smiled and looked festive.

Qingge closed his eyes and silently endured the pain of the blood-drinking needle.

"Madam?" The maid spoke carefully and nervously.

After a long time, Qingge opened her eyes, her eyes were filled with coldness and coldness, and the coldness was even stronger than that of the late winter. She glanced at the maid indifferently, and the maid was silent immediately and did not dare to speak.

Qingge moved her legs, stepped on the red soft boots, and crossed the threshold. The sunlight shone on her body, which was very warm. Qingge's head was full of gorgeous pearl hairpins, and the phoenix bun was tied up high, graceful and dignified, and noble. When she walked towards the pride of sapphire inlaid, in the soft bed, Lan Wu's forehead was covered with cold sweat, which seemed to be a nightmare, which made her at a loss. Lan Wu kept shaking her head, and finally her body trembled, lying beside the bed, her dry and pale lips spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Lan Wuxin and the Queen of the Far North stood beside him.

Lan Wu opened his eyes weakly, and the sound of firecrackers vaguely sounded in his ears.

Lan Wuxin sat by the bed, Lan Wu lay in Lan Wuxin's arms. She raised her head and asked, "Wuxin, what's the sound outside?"

"The sound of bones and flesh separation."

Lan Wuxin stroked Lan Wu's pale cheeks with pity and distress, and wiped the blood from Lan Wu's lips with his fingertips.

A trace of hatred flashed through Lan Wuxin's eyes and said.

Lan Wu lay on Lan Wuxin's thigh. When she heard Lan Wuxin's tone, she knew that Lan Wuxin was going to kill someone.

Lan Wu trembled and reached out and grabbed Lan Wuxin's hand, "Wuxin, don't let the blood stain you."

Lan Wuxin smiled slightly, and she used her slender fingers to smooth out Lan Wu's long hair and said, "Alan, don't worry, no one who dares to hurt you can survive."

Lan Wuxin glanced at the Queen of the North, "Has the things been done?"

"Please rest assured Elder Lan, and be sure of everything." The Queen of the Far North said.

"Very good." Lan Wuxin smiled.

"What's the matter?" Lan Wu asked.

"Don't worry, I will ask the best doctor in the world to save you in a few days. Alan, as long as I refuse, even King Yama will not dare to take your life." Lan Wuxin looked fierce.

At this time, Qingge sat on the high chariot, with his feet suffering from harsh pain.

Suddenly, a chill surged into his heart, and Qingge couldn't help but shivered.

"nightmare."

"Um?"

"I suddenly had a bad premonition." Qingge lowered her eyes, and the autumn waves were gentle. "Today, it was destined to be unhappy. Lan Wu was critically ill. Lan Wu would never give up. With her temperament, I must be worse than death. Nightmare, if you are Lan Wuxin, what would you do..."

"I……"

"The bride is here!"

Qingge smiled indifferently, not wanting to answer the words of the young princess.

At this moment, Mei Qingchen walked to her and hugged her, "Madam, you are sick and you are talking nonsense."

"No matter how sick I am, I will never forget the appearance of my husband. Young Master Mei, there is a difference between men and women, please respect yourself." Qingge smiled.

The chill splashed in Mei Qingchen's eyes.

He knew that Ye Qingge would not give in so easily.

At this moment, the earth was shaking, the sky was covered with blood mist, and a bunch of people in red came from afar. A person's light and shadow appeared above the sky, and a face of vicissitudes of life.

That person is the ancestor of the blood clan!

The ancestor's eyes were fierce and vicious, and he looked around. After some scrutiny, he stayed on Ye Qingge.
Chapter completed!