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Chapter 122: She's Dead!

Situ Qing moved forward tremblingly step by step, as if his legs were filled with lead.

"Queen, Guiren Ding...she...?"

Situ Qing did not dare to ask any more questions. He was afraid that his guess would become reality. He was even more afraid that the person who was alive and kicking not long ago would leave him forever in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Situ Qing's heart was already full of contradictions. He didn't want anything to happen to Ding Yaoyao, because he discovered that he had secretly fallen in love with her. But if Ding Yaoyao was well, would he always keep this love in his heart?

?

Situ Qing was struggling in the contradiction, struggling in the pain, his heart was clenched tightly, like a thread, and it would break at the touch of a touch. If...if something happened to Ding Yaoyao, he would

I can't imagine what he will become

But God didn't seem to consider Situ Qing's feelings. After a thunderbolt sounded in the clear sky, Shui Xian'er's face also turned pale in an instant. She surprisingly penetrated the thick doors and windows and saw the situation inside the house. Ding Yaoyao looked peaceful.

Lying quietly on the ground of the cold palace, the pink palace clothes on her body had already been soaked red by the blood flowing from her head. The coquettish blood flowed strangely, and the strips were like blooming flowers.

There is a medium-sized hole in Ding Yaoyao's forehead, and blood is flowing out...

"Guiren Ding, she is dead!"

When Shui Xian'er choked up and said these words, she regretted so much. Why did she want to prank the two masters? Why did Ding Yaoyao come up with that idea? Why didn't she ask the emperor to order her to be released or...

Even just listening to their explanations...

Why? Why is this all happening? Choking silently, Mitchell's eyes were already blurred with tears, Ruo'er had already cried out in pain, the prodigal girl and the old hijab were silent, and only Situ Qing looked at him with an expressionless expression.

The door of the cold palace, and then slowly... walked in...

When Ding Yaoyao first entered the cold palace, she suddenly threw away the guards and hit the pillar. Because the angle of the collision was just right, she died on the spot. The position of her temples and temples were like a demon devouring human life, with her mouth open wide and not too small.

Mouth, spit out red liquid continuously, flowing, flowing, until the three feet around Yaoyao's body are covered with bright red liquid, but the strange thing is that none of the red liquid has ever flowed out of this area.


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