It was late at night, and the candlelight on the desk was blown by the draft and could not help swaying. The gilt copper lamp engraved with auspicious animal patterns reflected Yelu Qingge's cold and fierce face on the bright lamp body.
Mei Liangchen completely woke up from the drunkenness.
After being thrown heavily by Muren on the expensive carpet of the big tent, she woke up like a rooster in the morning, except that she didn't croak a few times to prove that she was just having a nightmare before. In the dream, those humiliating things
The scenes, those scenes where she was drunkenly shouting at him, were all illusory. She deliberately forgot about the bloody scars on her body, her muddy robes, and her bare feet whose color could not be distinguished. She imagined that she was still new here.
The little stable boy, with a face of ignorance and naivety, thought that the world that traveled through time and space was as beautiful as the imperial capital in the 21st century.
Thinking of this, her nose suddenly became sore and numb, and new tears overflowed from her eyes.
She really wanted to turn back the time and start over. In that case, she would rather kneel down outside the tent, or at worst drink his bath water, than risk her life out of spite. It seems that tonight, she
There was no way she could escape his clutches. This cold-blooded devil would definitely cut her into pieces and throw her to the grassland to feed the wolves.
Sadness arises from the heart.
It came so fast and uncontrollably.
The pony boy crouched at the general's feet, sobbing softly at first and then howling...
"Ah...ah..." Tears washed away the mud and blood stains, making her face even more miserable. She howled with grief and anger, each one louder than the last...
"Whoa!" Suddenly, a terrifying energy struck her. The force was so powerful that her crying stopped abruptly!
A tearing pain suddenly arose between the chest and ribs..
When she lowered her head, she saw that a dagger studded with precious pearls and jade was inserted into her robe with a spurt of anger. It was only an inch away from her chest. The handle of the gem was swinging by itself under the action of inertia, soaked in cold air.
Bone marrow... There was a roar in her head, and she felt like a knife had penetrated her body...
She was stunned for a moment, her eyes were red, her lips and teeth were trembling and she screamed: "Kill me! Kill me!!" His dagger was in her body, could she still live?
Rather than letting him be tortured to death, it would be better to die with him.
Mei Liangchen was overwhelmed with grief and anger. He rushed over, picked up the gilt copper lamp on the desk and threw it at the demon general who deserved to be killed with a thousand swords. How could Yelu Qingge let her succeed so easily? With just one raise of her hand, she was not afraid of death.
The slave even kicked over the copper lamp with his feet, and the hot wax oil from the lamp mouth instantly licked the body, which was as fragile and weak as a little lamb.
"Ah!" The smoking oil poured down from her neck, and most of it was poured on Mei Liangchen's body! Her robe was ulcerated in many places, and her exposed skin was splashed by the oil. She jumped and screamed in pain, and her hands
Tugging at her robe wildly, her eyes searched for a source of water that could keep her alive.