Chapter 133: [Who loves who is stupid and who often meets who]
"Your Majesty, be careful!"
There was a sudden scream, and Eleven was startled. Concubine Yi escaped from the restraints of the Forbidden Army at some point, and ran to the two of them. The sword she snatched from the Forbidden Army in her hand stabbed her with cold light.
Eleven didn't move because he was right in front of her. She knew that as long as he was there, no one could hurt her.
Sure enough, he moved faster
Before she could even see clearly, Concubine Yi's body had fallen limply, and all she could see were her frightened and resentful eyes. She was not dead yet, but her meridians and even all the bones in her body were broken by Long Lilie, and the blood flowed freely.
The gurgling overflowing from her naked body...
Even though Eleven tried his best to hold it back, there was still a sound coming from his throat. How could he not be afraid?
Long Lilie suddenly frowned, slowly squatted down, stretched out his sleeves and wiped off her embroidered shoes.
She watched blankly as he used his strength to remove the blood from her shoes. His snow-white sleeves seemed to be smeared with red ink, and the bright red gradually dispersed and penetrated into the fibers of his clothes.
The sound of gasping all around came and went, and soon the sound disappeared in an instant.
She raised her head and glanced at the sky. The night above her head seemed to be weaving, and the ground was filled with blood. The crowds, voices, and flesh and blood all seemed to be filled with Concubine Yi's eyes. There were also so many undead black people hanging on the copper pillars.
The man in clothes, with his vicious eyes and mutilated moans, didn't want to stay here anymore, so she took her feet out of his hands, turned around quickly, and ran away in panic.
In the past few days, she had experienced life and death, and at this moment of blood-stained purgatory before her eyes, she was slightly confused.
Whose trajectory did she change, and who lost their lives because of her changed destiny?
that's life
The deaths of these people were all her fault, and the blood on his back, even the infamy, was due to her.
Moon Frost Silver Flower, she stumbled, her heart seemed to be empty, but she was still upset. Suddenly, she stopped and stared blankly at the man walking quickly in front of her on the moonlight - Sheng Ye Ming
"I sent you the remaining antidote specially."
"Qingluan, you have suffered..."
Sheng Yeming's two sentences completely ignored everyone present, even Long Lilie.
Squatting on the ground with his knees half bent, his fingers slightly closed, still maintaining the posture of holding her slender ankle just now, Long Lilie silently looked at his bright red sleeves, white and white.
He suddenly raised his head and saw her stopped in the road, and saw her staring blankly at the jade-like man in front of her.
Oh, it’s such a coincidence that Holy Night Ming came in time.
Long Lilie stood up slowly and curled his lips, "What?" Feng Qingluan, do you think I am dirty? I am ruthless and murderous?
In your heart, the man in front of you is pure and white, but my hands are full of blood and my face is full of lies?
"Your Majesty," someone called him timidly from behind.
Long Lilie seemed to turn a deaf ear. He strode forward and walked behind Eleven. He crossed her body hard and forced her to look at him.
"Long Lilie" she called him
He suddenly felt that her expression was like mist, and he didn't know where she came from or where she was going. He squeezed her shoulders tightly, bit his lips, and kissed her, regardless of the crowd around him or the people in front of him.
holy night
Contaminate her with his blood and his dirt
When his lips and tongue invaded her mouth, she tasted the blood between his tongue and lips. In front of her was the Shura Field. The blood in the air made her feel a lump in her throat and she wanted to push him away.
His hand squeezed her waist, which made her feel the pain and become a little angry. She looked into his eyes, which were extremely dark, like a miasma in the deep forest where the sun cannot penetrate. They were cold, painful, and utterly desolate.
Her heart twitched. What had she done? She was denying what he had done for her.