778. Chapter 777 The Finale of the Empress Chapter [2]
The fists fell like raindrops. Mo Qingyue lost her martial arts skills but not her pride. She stood upright and allowed those people to beat her.
Blood overflowed from the corners of her lips, and her originally beautiful face was bruised and bruised.
"Qingyue——"
Boom.
A muffled thunder suddenly occurred in the sky, and the rain started to fall again.
Dark clouds piled up in the sky, and the rain washed down unbridled, as if God was crying loudly.
In the dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the imperial capital, Mo Qingyue was like a broken rag doll, being kicked and beaten arbitrarily. She held on for half an hour and refused to fall.
"Qingyue... Qingyue..." Xiao Lixi shouted sadly, her eyes were red and her heart was tearing apart.
Finally, before Mo Qingyue almost lost consciousness, a guard kicked her hard on the crook of the leg. Mo Qingyue knelt on the ground with a thump, her head tilted, her face and body covered with blood.
"Stop" Xuan Ling suddenly stopped. He looked at Mo Qingyue and smiled viciously: "The noble Princess Tianche has fallen into this situation. Mo Qingyue, don't blame me. If you want to blame, blame your despicable mother.
!If it weren’t for her, how could I have lost my throne! I would even be remembered in history!”
"That's enough!" The blood in Xiao Lixi's eyes almost turned red, and he yelled hoarsely: "Let Qingyue go! Otherwise I will kill you!"
"Let her go, how could we let her go?" Xuan Ling's sinister smile spread wildly, "Mo Qingyue! If you want to save him, just crawl over here!"
Mo Qingyue's blood-stained eyes moved. She seemed to have heard Xuan Ling's words, but she didn't seem to have heard them either. However, dragging her wounds all over her body, she crawled in the direction of Xiao Lixi little by little.
There were wounds on her palms and knees, and long marks were drawn along her body with blood.
"Qingyue... don't come here!" Xiao Lixi knew that Xuan Ling could not let Qingyue go. He was torturing Qingyue and the pride that she cared about most.
don't want!
He didn’t want Qingyue to die, let alone Qingyue to sacrifice so much for him!
Mo Qingyue fell to the ground several times, struggling, crawling, and trying so hard to get closer to Xiao Lixi, a little bit, and a little bit more...
She crawled over, grabbed the hem of Xiao Lixi's clothes, and slowly raised her head.
Her face was covered in blood, her original appearance could no longer be seen, and there was blood in her eyes.
Blood.
Blood.
She seemed to have lost all her blood.
for him.
She said, for him, love him.
"Qingyue..." His nose suddenly felt sore, and mist formed in his eyes.
Mo Qingyue grabbed him and slowly tried to climb up and stand up.
Xuan Ling sneered, and just when Mo Qingyue was about to get up, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked her in the stomach, sending her whole body flying out.
"Qingyue!" Xiao Lixi saw Mo Qingyue's back hit the doorpost hard, and she vomited out several mouthfuls of blood and was dying.
"You must not die." Xuan Ling's smile was extremely cold, and he said word by word: "How will they play if you die!"
"What did you say!" Xiao Lixi suddenly turned her head and shouted angrily: "What are you going to do!"
"What Feng Xizi did to me back then, I will do to her now." Xuan Ling finished speaking gloomily and said coldly: "Take off her clothes for me!"
"No! Qingyue! Let me go! Qingyue! Qingyue!"
The guards who originally coveted Mo Qingyue's appearance rushed forward like hungry wolves and pulled at Mo Qingyue's already torn clothes.
Soon, the veil was snatched away and the long skirt was torn to pieces, revealing her body wearing an ice blue jacket and obscene pants.