"Xiao Qiao!" Qing Han stepped forward and helped Xiao Qiao who was rolling on the ground. Looking at her weak body and hearing the sound of the blood holes breaking in her body, he was extremely worried. Zhu Honglie's eyes turned cold.

Not caring about anything anymore, he flew forward to grab it, spread his palm, and pointed it towards her strings.

He patted it. Ye Jinghong stepped back, the Yao Qin shook, and with a snap, he suddenly played a high note. Xiao Qiao's chest shook, and a blood hole immediately exploded on his shoulder.

The pillars soared high into the sky, and the man had escaped from Qinghan's chest and was rolling on the ground.

"You put a blood poison on her, why are you so cruel!" Zhu Honglie looked at Ye Jinghong angrily and said. "Compared to your cruelty to me, this cruelty is nothing. I swore that I would let you

Your Zhu family's blood debt has been repaid with blood. She can dance the soul-leaving dance just like that woman, so I'll start with her!" Ye Jinghong laughed wildly and played the piano more wantonly.

The sound was getting louder and more exciting, and the blood in Xiao Qiao's body began to rush rapidly. There were already more than a dozen small blood holes all over his body, and blood shot up. Qinghan tried desperately to block those small blood holes.

, but couldn't stop it. Seeing Xiao Qiao suffering such inhuman torture, there was nothing he could do, and he hated himself half to death.

"Zhu Honglie, I want all of your Zhu family to be buried with my eldest brother!" Ye Jinghong looked at Zhu Honglie with an expression of sorrow and anger. This man who once said that he would marry her life and death, this man who once promised her life, in the end, it turned out that he was nothing but

It's just a political scam. I didn't expect it.

, she actually took it seriously, not only did she suffer, but her eldest brother, who had always been revered as a god by the Chinese people, was also implicated. In the fire in Fengyue Forest more than 20 years ago, she should have died long ago.

But God allowed her to survive. Could this be destiny?

With a snap, the strings of the piano were pressed down violently, and it sounded as sweet as the mountains and flowing water. Dozens of strings flew out and locked around Zhu Honglie. And Xiao Qiao also followed the high-pitched sound, and his throat trembled.

Sweet, a mouthful of hot blood spurted out, splashing Qinghan's face, and his body fell softly into Qinghan's arms, and there was no more movement.

"Xiao Qiao, Xiao Qiao! Xiao Qiao, wake up, wake up, wake up, don't sleep, don't sleep! I don't allow you to sleep, do you hear it? I didn't sleep last night, how can you do it now?

Just sleep. If you want to sleep, let’s go home and sleep together. Let’s go back and sleep together, okay?

Okay! Xiao Qiao, Xiao Qiao..." Qinghan looked at Xiao Qiao who fell in his arms with a pale face, shaking her body desperately, but she was so anxious that tears flowed out, and the curling piano music became even louder.
Chapter completed!