Ji Yue just sat beside the bed, the candlelight reflecting his handsome face full of sinisterness.
He looked at the silently wailing song with distress.
He understands better than anyone how strong this girl is. Even if she is shattered to pieces and never recovered, she will not frown or bleed or shed tears.
However, Ji Yue is happy.
He holds such an important place in her heart.
He can hold up a blue sky for her.
Ji Yue removed Qing Ge's hand and looked at her eyes, which were filled with tears and slightly swollen with autumn water in their mouths, and looked hazy.
Ji Yue frowned.
Qing Ge's hands were particularly hot.
No, not just her hands, her body was also very hot.
"She was hit by Lotus Powder." A voice sounded, and Ji Yue looked sideways.
The green light gathered and dispersed, and a man wearing a black cloak and stepping on green flames slowly came forward. He looked at Qingge, then at Mei Qingchen, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and the green smoke under his feet disappeared.
, the man stepped on Mei Qingchen's body and walked towards Ji Yue. When he stepped on Mei Qingchen's kneecap, there was a clicking sound, and the unconscious Mei Qingchen's body also subconsciously shrank in pain.
"Hibiscus Powder."
Ji Yue frowned, and then became furious. He stood up suddenly, walked to Mei Qingchen, picked up Mei Qingchen's collar, and threw Mei Qingchen to the ground. The moment she fell, Mei Qingchen's mouth
A mouthful of blood spurted out of his chest, and several ribs on his chest were broken.
"There is no cure for Furong Powder, so I can only rely on you." Xizi said: "Hurry up, the guardians of the Nine Realms often come to the Four-Star Continent, and you occupy the mountain in the Demon Realm and become the king. Qingge summoned you last time.
The appearance of the eight-bone crocodile dragon has attracted the attention of the guardians of the nine realms, so you have to hurry up."
After saying that, Xi Ziyan walked out consciously.
After walking a few steps, Xi Ziyan walked back again.
He picked up the bruised Mei Qingchen and took her out, then closed the door.
Outside, Xi Ziyan healed Mei Qingchen's injuries.
No, it's more like torture than healing.
Mei Qingchen didn't have any scars from the outside, but the real damage was inside.
Under the abyss of the cloak, a smile appeared on Xi Ziyan's face.
A stream of green fire shot out from the palm of his hand, penetrated between Mei Qingchen's eyebrows, and penetrated into his body.
Mei Qingchen felt the pain and rolled around on the ground holding her head, roaring like a wounded beast.
The maids who were keeping watch outside looked at each other in shock when they heard this voice.
The realm master must be too brave, there is constant movement.
"Are you worthy of touching her?" Xi Ziyan said sarcastically.
Mei Qingchen was still suffering from the pain of crying blood.
Xi Ziyan grabbed Mei Qingchen's hand, and at the same time, he stretched out his right hand, and a dagger in the room fell into Xi Ziyan's palm.
Xi Ziyan cut Mei Qingchen's wrist and blood flowed out.
At first, the blood was red.
At the back, the blood flowing out continuously turned green.
Xi Ziyan took out the handkerchief and wiped the blood off the dagger.
With a wave of his hand, all the blood on the ground evaporated, and the wound on Mei Qingchen's wrist healed.
Xi Ziyan's eyes were confused, as if he remembered their first meeting in Qingshi Town.
In front of and behind the city gate, she has a graceful figure and is despised by the world.
The vulgar people said she was a broom star.
She wandered among the beasts and saved the people from fire and water, but those people locked her out of the city gate and called her a monster.
Oh--
The word hero belongs to her.
Besides her, who can bear such a heavy word?
Under the cloak, Xi Ziyan's eyes fell on Mei Qingchen.
Xi Ziyan half-squinted his eyes, and a murderous intent flashed across his eyes.
Inside the house, secret room.
Only two people.
The atmosphere is getting hotter and hotter, Qing Ge’s body is burning hot.
The flame burned her.
When Ji Yue saw the dragon chain on Qingge's ankle, her eyes tightened and she was filled with anger.
He stroked Qingge's hot cheek, feeling very guilty.
He couldn't be around her to protect her.
He didn't even know how much suffering she had gone through during his absence.
The future is still very long.
I don’t know how many ups and downs there are still to go.
For a moment, Qingge woke up slightly.
It felt like being submerged in a raging fire, with the skin and flesh being burned and burned, and suddenly a chill spread all over the body.
The moment she woke up, Qingge saw Ji Yue's face.
She was filled with joy, unable to reach out her hands and put them around Ji Yue's neck. She pressed her face against Ji Yue's chest and listened to the man's strong heartbeat. She raised the corners of her mouth with a smile.
She said: "Tomorrow morning, you will disappear again."
Ji Yue opened her mouth but was speechless.
She added: "I was hit by Furong Powder."
"I know."
"Luckily you're here."
Ji Yue watched her little mouth open and close, thinking of the injustice she had suffered these days, Ji Yue lowered her lower body, kissed her, her red lips were soft, this was the real Ye Qingge, she was his girl, not hanging on the wall
A cold and heartless portrait.
Ji Yue blocked Qing Ge's waist to prevent Qing Ge from falling down. The scorching heat on Qing Ge's body seemed to be transmitted to Ji Yue.
The most primitive impulse hidden in the body.
It's not that he doesn't want to possess her, it's just because his feelings are too deep that he is willing to endure it. He just wants to bring her beauty and make her happy.
Qingge indulges in the blazing depth of love, she is like a piece of rotten wood, floating in the deep sea and the stormy waves.
Occasionally, the sound of dragon chains will be heard.
But the light song feels particularly pleasant, as if it is a piece of music playing, a continuous sound.
Everywhere a man leaves his mark, his traces.
The feelings that had been accumulated for several years finally erupted like a volcano at this moment.
Ji Yue is particularly gentle, doting and compassionate.
He must treat his girl well.
The song is sometimes sober and sometimes confused.
The poison of Furong Powder is very strong.
Otherwise, Beihuang and Ye Qingcheng would not have been struggling for so long.
Later in the night.
Ji Yue put on the gown for Qingge, and he held her tightly in his arms, reluctant to let go.
Qingge put her arms around Ji Yue's waist.
Her favorite thing was to be next to him and listen to his heartbeat.
Ji Yue once said that this heart beats for her.
Qingge's cheeks are slightly red, her thin lips are slightly pursed, and it's a very subtle feeling to drift all night.
Expectation, sinking, and some joy.
Even in her two lifetimes, she has never been so close to anyone.
Ji Yue is the first.
Of course, it is also the last one.
"What are you laughing at?" Ji Yue bent her index finger and gently scratched the bridge of Qingge's nose. She caught a glimpse of Qingge's secret smile and asked.
"It's not easy to finally get you to sleep," Qingge joked, her voice weak and tired.
Ji Yue couldn't help but laugh.
He leaned close to Qingge's ear, took the woman's round earlobe into his mouth, and said with dark eyes: "In the future, there will be plenty of opportunities. You can sleep however you want. My husband will be very energetic."
Suddenly, Qingge blushed shamefully.
Shame, shame!
How can this man be so shameless!
Ji Yue laughed.
It's rare to see the four kings look shy.
Fortunately, she was as strong as iron, but she could still be as tender as water in his arms.