When the Saint told Ji Yue that Qingge was defiled, she wanted to see Ji Yue as alienated and disliked as other men.

In this way, she could tell herself that this man is nothing good, let it go.

But, no.

Ji Yue doesn't care.

He only cares whether Ye Qingge is hurting or not and whether he is injured.

Even though Ji Yue slapped the saint in the face without hesitation, she knew in her heart that she was even more jealous of such feelings.

The saint lowered her head, and the feeling of not being able to love was like an ant gnawing in her heart, grabbing her heart and raising her lungs.

Darkness covers the demon realm.

A red moon hangs in the dark blue sky, with almost no stars.

In the exile land, in the West Mountain, there is a group of old demons who like to torture young people with tender skin.

There is no gender distinction, only fear and late night.

When Xun Wulei woke up, he found that he was washed clean and tied naked to the iron rack. There were ugly old demons around him, looking at Xun Wulei with malicious intentions.

Xun Wulei's wound has not been treated yet. After the demon vein is pulled out, he is completely a useless person. Now he is afraid that even a three-year-old human child cannot beat him. How can he have the power to resist when facing a group of terrifying old demons?

The old demons approached Xunwulei, and Xunwulei was creepy and wanted to die, but his throat was hoarse, his kneecap was broken, and his hands were tied with iron wire. Even if he was determined to die, no one could satisfy him.

The toxins of Fenghuolian began to attack, Xun Wulei's body was extremely hot, and he moved his body to approach the crowd.

Xun Wulei was still a little awake, but he couldn't control his body.

When the old hand stroked his collarbone, Xunwulei's eyes actually shed a line of tears.

He tortured many people and even used methods that were even more terrible than this, but when all this fell on him, even he could not bear it.

A nausea arose and Xunwu vomited.

When the old demon saw this, all kinds of weapons hit Xun Wuxie.

Xunwu was trembling with tears.

The old and old faces in front of me seemed to turn into Ye Qingge's face when their consciousness was hazy.

The gentle autumn waves are blurred and passionate, and the flames are burning hand after hand in the hazy.

Xunwu tears struggled between pain and happiness, like a illusion, and he was deeply trapped in it.

His body is particularly dependent on illusions.

The wailing sound resounded throughout the West Mountain.

He was deeply in despair and could no longer stand up.

On the other end of the exile land, there is a newly built palace. Qingge is lying on the soft bed, and his brows are frowning tightly even in his sleep.

Emperor Jiujun stood at the door, and Ji Yue stood up and walked outside the door.

"King Ji, do you think Miss Ye has been brought to them..."

"Is it important?" Ji Yue asked.

Di Jiujun was speechless. After a long time, Di Jiujun smiled and said, "Do you still remember Furong San?"

Ji Yue was stunned and suddenly remembered that when Qingge was captured by Mei Qingchen and went to Binggu, Mei Qingchen laid a furong scatter for Ye Qingge.

Furong San, after the poisoned person has had a happy time with the first person, he can only be one person in his life.

In other words, due to Ji Yue's timely appearance, Qingge did not have close contact with others.

Emperor Jiujun looked at Ji Yue in surprise. He thought Ji Yue would be ecstatic when he learned about this.

Ji Yue's face was expressionless and her eyes were cold.

He only knew that his beloved girl had suffered torture that he should not have.

His heart seemed to be bleeding.

Di Jiujun was helpless and said, "Xun Wulei's dead disappeared and announced that he had been released. Even the split corpses were created. The guardians of the Nine Realms should think that Xun Wulei is dead." Di Jiujun frowned, "However, now is the critical time. You are about to enter the Demon King Palace. If you kill Xun Wulei at this time, those old foxes are afraid that they will make a big fuss."

"Why pay attention to a group of dying people? If you can't, attack directly." Ji Yue said coldly: "Please pay attention to the movements of the major tribes. The guardians of the Nine Realms should look for Xun Wulei's whereabouts again. Leave this matter to you, don't let Xun Wulei die, of course, don't let him live."

Emperor Jiujun nodded.

Inside the room, Qingge slowly opened her eyes. She lifted the quilt and walked on the ground barefoot, and a cold chill spread from the soles of her feet.

She looked around in confusion, and there was a picture of a beauty on the wall, and the beauty on the painting was her.

She couldn't help but walk to the beauty picture, stretched out her hand, and gently stroked the lines on her fingertips.

Crunch-

The wall in front of her was deeply engulfed in the ground, and there was a secret room in front of her. Qingge slowly walked into the secret room, and the scene inside the secret room shocked her.

There are countless paintings hanging on the wall of the secret room, each of which is her.

There are five painters in the secret room, wearing iron chains at their ankles, and they are painting non-stop.

They had never seen Ye Qingge, but when they painted her, these painters could make perfect.

The people on the painting are vivid.

She is all kinds of, smart, quiet and ethereal.

The painters were a little tired.

When the secret room door opened, they didn't even look up.

"Seventy-two pictures have been drawn, and the remaining nine pictures will take some time, and each one is in a different state." One of the painters said.

After the words came, the painter carefully organized the beauty pictures with great caution. When he looked up and saw Qingge, he was surprised and frowned, saying, "Who painted this painting? It's too big, but it's quite realistic. Shoes, how can you not draw shoes? If King Ji learned that you have nine lives and don't live enough, do you want to freeze her? He didn't even draw shoes. There are also flowers on his face. Who did the flower on his face without authorization? Even if you want flowers, they should have red flowers. Red is festive, and black is aphorism?"

All the other painters looked up and shook their heads.

Qingge: "..."

These painters are crazy about painting her day and night.

Qingge walked a few steps forward, and the painters wiped their eyes, only to feel that the person in the painting had become a spirit.

"Shoes, shoes!" The painter was still obsessed with shoes.

You know, once when he was painting a winter beauty, the beauty was wearing a summer skirt. He thought it was a good painting, but because of this painting, Ji Yue was furious and was locked up for a whole month.

Ji Yue asked him at that time, why did he be so cold that he chuckled?

The artist is not easy to answer this question.

How did he know that the people in the painting are still afraid of the cold?

The injustice in the painter's heart.

They have long been tired of painting the same person every day, but they dare not complain.

They were very curious about why King Ji was not tired of seeing it.

Qingge walked into the secret room and looked carefully at the person on the painting.

She smiled bitterly.

When she missed Ji Yue, Ji Yue was also thinking about her.

They worked hard in different places for each other, just to wait for the day when she put on the Nine Phoenixes to the Phoenix.

When Ji Yue walked into the house, she saw the empty bed and her heart was also empty.

He glanced at the side of his eyes and found that the door of the secret room was opened, so he quickly walked into the secret room.

He looked at Qingge from a distance. Qingge had a slender figure and had lost a lot of weight.

Holding it in your arms, it was light and it seemed to fall when the wind blew.

Ji Yue frowned and her heart was in pain. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!