At night, the wind was gentle, and the thick fog on the cliff disappeared under the white moonlight. From a distance, the cliff was actually a bit of a fairyland. Although the cliffs on both sides were thrilling, they were filled with temptations that people couldn't help but explore.

Ye Qingcheng frowned, his headache was about to break, and his lips and throat were extremely dry.

She was a little cold.

She sat up and looked at the bloody clothes covering her body, her eyes flashing.

Her eyebrows and eyes were embedded in the blurred flesh and blood, and her whole face emitted a rotten fishy smell.

Ye Qingcheng wanted to open his mouth and pulled the rotten wound on both cheeks. A severe pain came, and Ye Qingcheng's body trembled.

She raised her hand, stroked her face, and then put her hand down, her palms covered with brown blood.

From beginning to end, Ye Qingcheng's mood did not change at all. She was extremely cold and her head was blank and she could not think. When she woke up, she remembered that before that, she had fought with the Nine-toothed Snake, died together, and fell off the cliff together.

Maybe she was lucky and she hung on the tree, but Ye Qingcheng didn't think that she could escape the disaster.

Ye Qingcheng never thought that when she opened her eyes, she returned to the cave.

Everything and blood that happened before seemed to be clouds and smoke.

However, the blood in the palm of her palm told her that all this was true.

The blood of the nine-toothed venomous snake is highly toxic and can rot the wound. She raised her hand and touched her eyebrows and eyes and nose bridge. It was bumpy and fresh blood kept flowing in front of her eyes.

Ye Qingcheng remembered what she remembered when she fainted. At that time, her most beloved brother was the disgusting and dirty one. Behind her tenderness was the heart of a jackal.

She has a charming posture, but she has never been held in her palm. In the past ten years, she has been lonely and helpless and bullied.

Ye Qingcheng's heart is chilling.

She never believed in a man, and she didn't even think that a woman should marry a man.

She didn't understand what love was, she only knew that her life was just for Ye Qingge.

She even forgot when Beihuang broke into her life.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingcheng was shocked.

Where is Beihuang...

The reason she could return to the cave must be because of Beihuang, but she looked around and the entire cave was empty, without Beihuang's figure, only a vine extending outward.

It is hard to imagine how Beihuang brought her back. Beihuang was seriously injured, and the cliff was steep.

Ye Qingcheng looked around and there were many potions and half a pot of wine beside him. Ye Qingcheng picked up Beihuang's clothes, and the clothes were covered with blood. Ye Qingcheng was melancholy.

She squatted down and drank the half pot of wine. It was sweet wine, which was mellow and delicious, and it also quenched thirst, and was not even so tired.

"Where are you from?"

Ye Qingcheng's eyes were confused. She put down the wine pot and murmured, her voice hoarse, and the wounds on her face became worse and worse.

Ye Qingcheng quickly stood up and walked out. At the edge of the cave, under the faint moonlight, she saw the man.

Where does he have the charm of the past and the emperor?

Beihuang lay on the edge in a mess, and the strong wind slapped him violently. The wind on Wanzhang Cliff was very poisonous. When the wind came, the wound of Beihuang's scabbed opened again, and blood flowed out. The floor of the cave under Beihuang was full of dried blood.

Ye Qingcheng was slender and thin, and was shaking constantly at this moment, and her face was extremely terrifying.

When she saw Fuxiqin on Beihuang's back, tears seemed to be flowing out in a steady stream. Ye Qingcheng was unable to kneel on the ground, tears flowing on the rotten wounds, and her eyes were floating in pain.

I think that after Beihuang took her back to the cave, he used the vine to pick up the Fuxi Qin under the Wanzhang Cliff.

Beihuang was afraid that she would go but not return, so she left the medicine, wine, and pear blossom crisps.

Ye Qingcheng knelt on the ground, moved his legs forward, and reached Beihuang's side, and she picked up Fuxiqin.

Thorn.

The sound of flesh being torn.

Ye Qingcheng quickly stopped the movement of holding the piano and was frightened.

Bei Huang had already injured his back, and Fuxi Qin was carried by him. After a long time, the zither bones were crushed to the flesh and blood. If you want to take Fuxi Qin away, it would be equivalent to tearing off a layer of Bei Huang's skin.

Ye Qingcheng dared not move the Fuxi Qin again, but this was not a solution.

Ye Qingcheng took out the space bag and took out the stored potion. She poured a bottle of blood-refining potion on Beihuang's back, and then carefully lifted Fuxiqin slowly. Ye Qingcheng's movements were very light. It took a long time to pick up Fuxiqin.

The bones of Fuxi's zither were stained with blood.

Ye Qingcheng placed Fuxi Qin aside and looked at Beihuang's back. His wound was terrible.

Ye Qingcheng took out the hemorrhage-stop and repair potion and applied it to Beihuang's back.

The strong wind is getting worse and worse.

Ye Qingcheng helped Beihuang up, hugged him, and wanted to take him into the cave.

Beihuang no longer lay down, facing her face, her eyes were closed, Ye Qingcheng looked at him, completely stunned, her pupils widened, and her whole body couldn't stop trembling. Beihuang's face rotted many places, and her handsome appearance was no longer there.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes are dark red.

"You are really... a fool." Ye Qingcheng choked and hoarse, closed his eyes, and tears flowed along the wound.

As smart as her, how could he have never imagined that Beihuang would be like her when she saw her disfigured.

Ye Qingcheng's throat is sore and his eyes are sore.

She supported Beihuang, who was unconscious and unconscious, and walked into the cave. She had no strength. Beihuang was very heavy and walked slowly.

When she arrived at the cave, Ye Qingcheng sprained his ankle and fell backwards, and her back hit the ground. She groaned in pain, and then Beihuang hit her.

The illusion of body tightening makes Ye Qingcheng remember his childhood.

If Ye Qingcheng's face did not rot, he would probably have turned white at this moment.

She seemed to be afraid of something and was trembling, but she was very stubborn and didn't say a word.

At this time, Beihuang miraculously opened her eyes, and the picture in front of him went from blur to clear.

Beihuang was stunned when she saw Ye Qingcheng and was immediately ecstatic.

"Qingcheng?" he called in a low voice.

The man's magnetic voice resounded in his ears, and Ye Qingcheng instantly regained his rationality. Looking at Beihuang's equally rotten face, Ye Qingcheng felt uncomfortable.

She replied in a muffled voice: "Yeah."

"Qingcheng?" Beihuang shouted again.

"Um."

"Smile."

"Um."

“…”

Beihuang kept chanting her name, and Ye Qingcheng kept responding without any impatience.

On the contrary, she was quite shocked.

There has never been such a person who, when she calls her name, her internal organs will become hot.

She looked at Beihuang and looked at him, but she didn't resist.

Beihuang straightened her hair on her forehead and said with a smile: "You are so beautiful."

Ye Qingcheng sneered, "Beautiful? Are you referring to this face?"

Ye Qingcheng raised his hand and pointed at his rotten face.

Beihuang lowered her head, found her lips in the rotten place, kissed her, and swallowed all her words.

"The Lonely King said you are beautiful, and you are the most beautiful. If other people dare to say the opposite, they will rebel against the Lonely King and will kill the nine clans."
Chapter completed!