At night, there is a gentle breeze, and the thick mist of the Wanzhang Cliff disappears under the white moonlight. Looking from a distance, this cliff is actually a bit of a fairyland. Although the cliffs on both sides are thrilling, they are full of breathtaking scenery that makes people unable to resist.
The temptation to explore.
Ye Qingcheng frowned, she had a splitting headache, and her lips and throat were extremely dry.
She is a little cold.
She sat up and looked at the blood-stained clothes covering her body, her eyes flashing.
Her eyebrows and eyes were embedded in blurred flesh, and her entire face exuded a rotten stench.
Ye Qingcheng wanted to open his mouth, but he pulled at the rotten wounds on both sides of his cheeks. Severe pain came and Ye Qingcheng trembled.
She raised her hand, touched her face, and then put her hand down. Her palm was covered with brown blood.
From the beginning to the end, Ye Qingcheng's mood did not change at all. She was extremely indifferent. Her mind was blank and she could not think. When she woke up, she remembered that before that, she had fought hand-to-hand with a nine-toothed poisonous snake and died together.
Go down the cliff.
Maybe she was lucky enough to hang herself from the tree, but Ye Qingcheng didn't think she could escape this way.
Ye Qingcheng never thought that when she opened her eyes, she would be back in the cave again.
All the blood and blood that happened before seems to be just smoke and mirrors.
However, the real blood in her palm told her that all this was true.
The blood of the nine-toothed viper is extremely poisonous and can cause wounds to rot. She raised her hand and touched her eyebrows and nose bones. There were pits and fresh blood flowing in front of her eyes.
Ye Qingcheng recalled what she had remembered when she fainted. At that time, her most beloved brother was the disgusting and dirty one. Behind the gentleness was the heart of a wolf.
She has a charming appearance, but she has never been held in the palm of someone's hand. In the past ten years, she has been lonely and bullied.
Ye Qingcheng's heart is chilling.
She has never believed in men, and does not even think that women should marry men.
She doesn't know what love is, she only knows that in her life, she only lives for Ye Qingge.
She even forgot when Beihuang broke into her life.
Thinking of this, Ye Qingcheng was shocked.
Where is Beihuang...
The reason why she was able to return to the cave must be because of Beihuang, but when she looked around, the entire cave was empty. There was no sign of Beihuang, and there was only a vine extending outward.
It's hard to imagine how Beihuang brought her back. Beihuang was seriously injured, and the cliff was so steep.
Ye Qingcheng looked around. There were many potions and half a bottle of wine beside him. Ye Qingcheng picked up Beihuang's clothes. The clothes were covered with blood. Ye Qingcheng felt melancholy.
She squatted down and drank half of the bottle of wine. It was sweet wine, fragrant and delicious, and it also quenched her thirst, and she didn't even feel that tired.
"Where are you from?"
Ye Qingcheng's eyes were blank. She put down the wine bottle and murmured, her voice hoarse, and the wounds on her face became more serious.
Ye Qingcheng stood up quickly and walked out. On the edge of the cave, under the faint moonlight, she saw the man.
Where does he still have his former splendor and imperial appearance?
Beihuang lay on the edge in embarrassment, and the strong wind beat him violently. The wind on the Wanzhang Cliff was very poisonous. When the wind came, Beihuang's scabbed wound opened again, and blood flowed out. The cave floor under Beihuang's body,
It was all dried blood.
Ye Qingcheng's body was slender and thin, and she was trembling constantly. Her face was extremely scary.
When she saw Fu Xiqin on Beihuang's back, tears flowed out continuously as if she couldn't control it. Ye Qingcheng knelt on the ground helplessly, tears flowing on the rotten wound, her eyes floating in pain.
Thinking about it, after Beihuang brought her back to the cave, he used the vines to pick up the Fuxi Qin under the Wanzhang Cliff.
Beihuang was afraid that he would never return, so he left the medicine, wine and pear blossom cake behind.
Ye Qingcheng knelt on the ground, moved her legs, and moved forward. When she reached Beihuang's side, she picked up Fu Xiqin.
Stab.
The sound of flesh being torn apart.
Ye Qingcheng quickly stopped holding the piano, panicked.
Beihuang's back was already injured, and Fu Xiqin was carried on his back. After a long time, the bones of the piano were crushed against the flesh and blood. To take Fu Xiqin away would be to tear off a layer of Beihuang's skin.
Ye Qingcheng didn't dare to touch Fu Xiqin anymore, but this was not an option.
Ye Qingcheng took out the space bag and took out the stored medicine. She poured a bottle of blood-transforming medicine on Beihuang's back, and then carefully and slowly lifted Fu Xiqin little by little. Ye Qingcheng's movements were very light. After a long time, she finally
Pick up the Fuxi Qin.
The bones of Fuxi Qin were stained with blood.
Ye Qingcheng put Fu Xiqin aside and looked at Beihuang's back. The wounds were terrible.
Ye Qingcheng took out the medicine to stop the bleeding and repair it, and applied it on Beihuang's back.
The strong wind became more and more violent.
Ye Qingcheng helped Beihuang up, hugged him, and wanted to take him into the cave.
Beihuang no longer lay down and faced her with his eyes closed. Ye Qingcheng looked at him and was completely stunned. His pupils were dilated and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably. Beihuang's face was rotten in many places.
He no longer has a handsome appearance.
Ye Qingcheng's eyes were dark red.
"You are really... an idiot." Ye Qingcheng choked and hoarse, closed her eyes, and tears flowed along the wound.
How could someone as smart as her not have thought that when Beihuang saw her disfigurement, he would be like her?
Ye Qingcheng had a sore throat and sore eyes.
She supported the unconscious Beihuang and walked into the cave. She had no strength and Beihuang was very heavy, so she walked slowly.
When they arrived at the cave, Ye Qingcheng sprained her ankle and fell backwards. Her back hit the ground. She groaned in pain, and then Beihuang hit her on the body.
The illusion of close body contact reminded Ye Qingcheng of her childhood.
If Ye Qingcheng's face wasn't rotten, it would probably be completely white at this moment.
She seemed to be afraid of something and was trembling, but she was very stubborn and said nothing.
At this time, Beihuang miraculously opened his eyes, and the picture in front of him changed from blurry to clear.
Beihuang was stunned when he saw Ye Qingcheng, and then became ecstatic.
"Qingcheng?" he called in a low voice.
The man's magnetic voice rang in his ears, and Ye Qingcheng regained his senses instantly. Looking at Beihuang's equally rotten face, Ye Qingcheng felt uncomfortable.
She responded in a muffled voice: "Yeah."
"Qingcheng?" Beihuang shouted again.
"Um."
"Allure."
"Um."
"..."
Beihuang kept chanting her name, and Ye Qingcheng kept responding without any impatience.
On the contrary, she was quite shocked.
There had never been such a person. When he called her name, her internal organs started to heat up.
She looked at Beihuang and looked at him, but she didn't resist.
Beihuang smoothed her broken hair on her forehead and said with a smile, "You are so beautiful."
Ye Qingcheng sneered, "Beautiful? Are you referring to this face?"
Ye Qingcheng raised his hand and pointed at his rotten face.
Beihuang lowered his head, found her lips in the rotten place, kissed them, and swallowed up all her words.
"If the lonely king says you are beautiful, you are the most beautiful. If anyone else dares to say the opposite, they will be disobeying the lonely king and will have to punish his nine tribes."
Beihuang looked at her affectionately, "Ye Qingcheng, I will marry you, will you marry me?"