"You all stay outside. No one is allowed to come in without my order."
"yes."
There was a conversation outside, and then Ming Fuchang walked in.
He closed the door tightly and walked towards Ling Xuewei step by step.
Ling Xuewei's body was tense and her hands under her sleeves were clenched tightly. When Ming Fuchang was one step away from her, she suddenly broke free from the chains! Two silver needles shot out from her fingers, heading towards Ming Fuchang's Tianling point!
Unexpectedly, the silver needle was caught by Ming Fuchang keenly!
The silver needle is held between the index finger and the middle finger, and the venom drips slowly.
Ling Xuewei was shocked!
Ming Fuchang was clearly defenseless during the hunting competition, so how could he catch the silver needle she released silently now?
Could it be...that this person is pretending?
At this time, Ling Xuewei noticed that Ming Fuchang's lustful expression in front of others had disappeared. At this moment, the man was looking down at her with calm eyes.
Ling Xuewei's heart sank. If it was really Ming Fuchang who was pretending to be Ming Fuchang, then it would be a hundred times more dangerous than Ming Dongsheng if it fell into his hands.
"Miss Ling, I have offended you many times before."
Suddenly, Ming Fuchang bowed to her.
This turn of events surprised Ling Xuewei again.
"What do you mean?"
"I know that Miss Ling must have a lot of doubts in her heart right now. But don't worry, I won't hurt you. It's very safe here, and the girl can rest here."
As he said that, Ming Fuchang took out two bottles and said, "This is medicine for wounds."
After explaining this, he went directly to the next room.
Ling Xuewei looked at the medicine bottles with doubts in her heart. These two bottles of medicine were indeed good medicine for treating trauma, and there was even a bottle of Qi-replenishing and blood-replenishing pills. This person...
Ling Xuewei thought for a moment, then picked up the bottle and applied medicine to herself. Even if she knew Fuchang had any conspiracy, she couldn't resist it in her current state.
Enduring the pain and applying medicine to herself, she suddenly noticed that the necklace around her neck was faintly red.
But soon, it disappeared.
Is she dazzled?
She caressed the star pendant on it for a long time.
Night Moyan...
…
It's dark.
A servant came in with food, but Ling Xuewei didn't move.
"Miss Ling, let's have something to eat." Ming Fuchang walked in.
"Who are you?"
"Girl, all you need to know is that I won't harm you."
"It won't harm me? Then who caused me to be like this?"
Ming Fuchang was silent.
At this time, the door suddenly opened from the outside, and a person walked in slowly.
With his silver robe hooded over his head, his face could not be seen clearly. When Ming Fuchang saw this man, he bowed to him.
"Young Palace Master."
The other party lifted up his hood, revealing a face as gentle as jade.
"Di Qianjue?"
Ling Xuewei couldn't help but screamed.
Di Qianjue's eyes flickered between Ling Xuewei and Ming Fuchang, and he understood instantly.
"Are you hurt?"
Seeing the blood on her body, Di Qianjue's voice dropped slightly.
"What's going on? I didn't let you watch?"
"I know my mistake."
"Is he yours?" Ling Xuewei asked blankly, "Isn't he the eldest son of the Ming family?"
How could anyone from the Ming family have any contact with him?
And...young palace mistress?
This is not the first time Ling Xuewei has heard this title. What is Di Qianjue's identity here?
"He is the eldest son of the Ming family, but he is also my subordinate."
"Why are you here?"
"The young palace master knew that the girl was in trouble, so he asked me to deliberately approach you at the hunting meeting. The Ming family has Bai Zhigong's spies, so I couldn't show up easily before."
It turns out that Ming Fuchang was originally Di Qianjue's man.
To be able to have people of your own in such a big family as the Holy Emperor City is not something that happens overnight.
Di Qianjue has not been in the God Realm for a long time, but he actually has such a huge force behind him.
Ling Xuewei had countless doubts in her heart, but she did not ask them.
"Get out." Di Qianjue ordered.
"yes."
Ming Fuchang bowed and immediately left.
Di Qianjue stepped forward, "How's the injury? Let me take a look."
Ling Xuewei avoided his hand and said, "It's okay."
Di Qianjue frowned, and forced himself to take Ling Xuewei's arm and pick up his clothes. The mottled whip marks on it burned his eyes, and the veins on his forehead popped out, "Who is it?"
"Ming Dongsheng."
"Head of the Ming family?"
very good.
A cold light flashed in Di Qianjue's eyes, and it disappeared in an instant.
Di Qianjue took out a green bottle, took Ling Xuewei's arm, and gave her the medicine.
The cold plaster touches the skin and quickly relieves the pain. It is cool and very comfortable.
"You can feel free to stay here these days. If you need anything, just tell Ming Fuchang."
"Thank you." Ling Xuewei said softly.
She was really grateful to Di Qianjue.
Di Qianjue helped her again and again, this time and last time.
But the more Di Qianjue behaved like this, the more she didn't know how to face it.
If Di Qianjue was hostile to her and used her to threaten her like before, she could hate him openly.
Favor is the hardest thing to repay.
"The seal on your body is Bai Qingshui?"
Di Qianjue sensed the aura of the seal on Ling Xuewei, and a silver light flashed in his hand. After a moment, he frowned, "There are restrictions in this seal. Once someone forcibly lifts it, the caster will know it, and you will be in danger."
This Bai Qingshui is indeed very cunning.
Fortunately, the lockdown was not lifted just now, otherwise it would have alerted the public.
At this time, Di Qianjue suddenly sensed something. There were three extremely strange auras in her body, "This is..."
"It's the thing they used to seal my space. It's quite similar to what you used before." Ling Xuewei smiled.
Di Qianjue glanced at her and Ling Xuewei shrugged.
"It's still a joke. It seems the injury isn't serious enough."
Ling Xuewei was speechless. She really didn't mean to be joking, she just said it casually.
"Can you take out this thing?"
"I'll try."
Silver light flashed in Di Qianjue's palm and slowly poured into Ling Xuewei's body. She could faintly feel that there was spiritual power swimming in the spiritual veins of her body, swimming towards the three colorful beads.
Soon, I found the location of the colorful beads, wrapped my spiritual power around them, and pulled them out bit by bit.
Ling Xuewei suddenly felt a sharp pain, then her throat became fishy, and she opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Di Qianjue was shocked and quickly withdrew his spiritual power, "How are you?"
"I……"
As soon as she said a word, Ling Xuewei tilted her head and fainted.
"Xue'er! Xue'er!"
…
When I woke up again, it was already dawn.
The faint morning light fell into the room.
As soon as she woke up, Di Qianjue immediately noticed her beside the bed.
"Are you awake? How do you feel?"
"How long have I been unconscious?"
"Three hours." Di Qianjue said as he helped Ling Xuewei sit up.
Ling Xuewei felt that she seemed much better and her body felt much more relaxed. She asked, "What's going on?"
"The bead has been integrated with your body. I can't take it out. I can only temporarily suppress its effect. As for when it will expire..."