When she felt that she was about to suffocate, she suddenly raised her head. The bright mirror was wet with splashes of water. She tried hard to open her eyes. She looked at the woman in the mirror with long wet hair and a cold and terrifying face.
Suddenly, a palm hit the mirror!
The blood is bright red and splashing everywhere.
Finally, when Murong Qingzhen kicked open the bathroom door, Jiang Zimo stood up from the ground in a daze and straightened his numb body.
"Azi, what's wrong with you? What happened? Azi! Don't scare me!"
Murong Qingzhen was frightened. He patted the door outside for several minutes without getting any response. After he kicked the door open angrily, he saw his beloved woman squatting on the cold floor, soaked to the skin, with a look in her eyes.
The despair and boundless pain knocked him down immediately.
Jiang Zimo looked at him intently, her mind instinctively passing through the last words Qiu Chen said to her.
She knew that Murong Qingzhen loved her.
It is a kind of treasure that is truly regarded as the apple of one's eye.
It was as if she was the treasure in his heart, and he really didn't want to let her get hurt at all.
She actually wanted to smile at Murong Qingzhen, and she should smile gratefully at him for cherishing her. However, when her body fell into his warm and fragrant embrace, she
I could only close my eyes tiredly.
A mouthful of blood with a warm and fishy smell suddenly spurted out from her throat.
Blood splashed all over Murong Qingzhen, and the blooms on her white shirt were so dazzling.
"A'zi! A'zi!" Murong Qingzhen's cry of pain was heard in her ears. Jiang Zimo was shaken so much that her consciousness became blurred. She thought drowsily that next time she saw him, she would definitely kill him.
Got him!
Yes, kill him, so that she won't feel so uncomfortable anymore...
The sky is slightly bright.
Jiang Zimo was awakened by the pain in her hand. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the gray sky through the bright glass window. She looked around, but it was a strange place. Where is this?
With a slight movement, severe pain immediately came from the veins on the back of her right hand. She put her hands on her lower abdomen blankly. Fortunately, it was still flat. There was no pain as expected, no such harm.
It was eerily quiet all around, and for a moment, she thought she was dreaming.
Maybe, the Taoist priest Qiu Chen from before was also in a dream?
She bit herself hard and looked at the blood flowing out from the back of her left hand. It hurt. This was not a dream. Then... everything before was real?
Slowly, she found her almost mute voice, and began to gather it into bits, bit by bit, forming a miserable scream that cut through the tranquility: "Ah..."
The door was pushed open suddenly, Murong Qingzhen walked out of the bathroom and quickly returned to her side.
"Azi, what's wrong with you? Don't be afraid, I'm here." He held her hand tightly, and his palm conveyed a steady stream of warmth and strength to her, allowing her to gradually find a glimmer of light in the darkness.
Regardless of the pain all over her body, Jiang Zimo grabbed Murong Qingzhen and asked eagerly: "Qingzhen, Qingzhen, tell me if what the Taoist Qiu Chen said before is true? Where is my father? His poison is
Isn’t there no cure?”
She was roaring wildly in her mind. The so-called antidote was fake! It was a bait! Now it was taken away by Bai Yanbing's people. So, what about her father's life? Is it impossible to save it?