Chapter 2715 The good dragon is safe all his life!
Qing Ge understood what was about to happen.
If she leaves Xie Bilan now, she will no longer be Ye Qingge, and this troubled world will completely destroy her.
"The goddess doesn't want you to go to the banquet alone for her!" Jiuci lowered his voice and said in a deep voice, trying to dissuade Qing Ge.
Qingge raised her slender eyebrows, her eyes were as cold as frost, and she was smiling like ripples of water.
Sharing the three words of adversity is too difficult.
Friendship in the world cannot be described in three words.
She can't save Xie Bilan, nor can she stop everything that's about to happen. The only thing she can do is to accompany Xie Bilan through the mountains and seas!
Just because, for her, the goddess gave up her position of power and the favor of the Cloud God. Even when she was demoted to a lower-class spirit, Qing Ge did not see a trace of regret in Jie Bilan's eyes.
"Brother." Qingge smiled bitterly: "If I leave her today, her life will be completely ruined."
She understands the goddess so well.
If the goddess is allowed to face it alone, she will become a real "mean spirit" from now on.
Qing Ge gently broke free from Jiu Ci's restraints and walked towards the goddess with her head held high.
When the goddess saw Qing Ge, she was extremely anxious and pushed Qing Ge out: "Ge'er, don't be like this, it's not worth it. Even if it's all kinds of hell, I can do it alone. How can I drag you down?"
"Lord Chi Yan, stop Ge'er quickly." Xie Bilan said urgently.
Yan Bingtong looked at the two young women and was stunned for a long time. She gently hugged one of them with one hand and hugged them respectively.
Yan Bingtong smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."
She supports Ye Qingge's approach. The only thing she can do is protect her daughter.
This... is young.
"Sir!" Xie Bilan exclaimed.
Qingge held Xie Bilan's hand and led her to a corner.
"I'm ready to face the difficulties with you. Instead of thinking about how to push me away, you should think about how to face the coming storm. If as friends, we can only share joy without suffering, then that doesn't matter.
You cannot be called a friend. As you said, it is precisely because of all hell that I should protect you."
Qingge is not a pretentious person, but he is not a person when he is pretentious.
Jie Bilan's expression was in a trance, as if she was thinking deeply about what Qing Ge said.
Suddenly, Qingge grabbed the dagger, grabbed Xie Bilan's wrist, and cut her palm open.
A stinging pain came from the palm of his hand. Xie Bilan groaned in pain and frowned slightly.
Looking carefully, Xie Bilan's eyebrows are light gray.
Even if Qingge faced her with a dagger, even if he cut her body with a knife, Xie Bilan still trusted Qingge.
This kind of trust is formed unconsciously and is as hard as iron and unbreakable!
"Does it hurt?" Qing Ge asked.
"It hurts a little bit." The goddess said, looking at the blood on her hands.
"Don't you ask why?"
"Since you did it, you have your own reasons. At this moment, I am only worried that you should not accompany me to the Eighteenth Palace."
Qing Ge looked back and saw Jiu Ci hiding in the dark, with a shocked face.
Qing Ge grinned, Jiu Ci should understand.
There are all kinds of things in this world, but in just a few years, she has experienced so much.
Over the years, there have been more tired and bloody days than smiling ones.
After all, she is a person with skin and flesh who knows coldness and pain...
The only thing she can do is to stick to her true heart on this lightless road full of darkness, not to follow the crowd, but to... ride the wind and waves!
Jiu Ci opened his mouth, but stopped talking, and wanted to say something to stop him. When he saw the wound on the goddess's palm, Jiu Ci fell into silence.
Most people in the world are selfish, and ordinary selfishness is nothing more than small-mindedness. Therefore, the most beautiful thing in life is when we first meet. When there are differences of interest, we will gradually become strangers. Even so, the worst thing is that we will hate each other.
enemy.
Jiu Ci sighed, left the place, and walked to Yan Bingtong's side.
"How could Sir Chi Yan let her do whatever she wanted?" Jiu Ci was puzzled.
He thought that at least his mother would be the same as him.
"How could that be nonsense? The most beautiful thing in life is to be alone in times of trouble." Yan Bingtong said with a smile, looking at Qingge from a distance.
She is proud of having this daughter. She understands all the decisions Qing Ge makes and will silently support her behind her back.
On that side, the blood on the palm of the goddess was wiped away by Qingge.
Qing Ge looked around, and the guards in front of the Eighteenth Hall's gate occasionally glanced this way.
Qingge pursed her lips, and once again pulled the goddess into the depths of darkness, holding the dagger, and continued to deepen the wounds of the goddess.
"Does it hurt?" Qingge asked again.
This stabbing was like adding salt to the wound and adding fuel to the fire.
The goddess pursed her lips, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
Xie Bilan, who lost the goddess's scepter, was just an ordinary beautiful elf.
"pain."
"How much does it hurt?"
"It hurts."
"..."
Qingge took the dagger and cut open the wound again, and blood continued to flow out.
Qing Ge took out a specially refined medicine bottle from the space bag and filled it with all the blood of the goddess.
"Do you blame me?" Qingge asked while collecting the blood of the goddess.
The goddess shook her head: "No wonder."
"What if I kill you now?" Qingge asked again.
The goddess's eyes were dim with tears. There was a cool breeze in the cold night and the moon was hanging in the sky. The goddess bit her lower lip, her beautiful light green eyes filled with tears.
"Will I be annoying to you if I live?" The goddess felt a little sad.
The goddess's voice was very soft, so soft that it could almost be ignored.
Qingge's senses were particularly keen. Hearing the goddess's grievance-filled words, her heart twitched.
The medicine bottle was filled with the goddess's blood. Qingge raised her hand and lightly tapped the goddess's forehead: "Stupid! How could I hate you? You are such a cutie."
After saying that, Qingge's consciousness returned to the spiritual world, holding an empty medicine bottle in his hand.
This is a new medicine bottle.
Qingge's other hand held a sharp dagger.
The flame dragon in front of him fell into a deep sleep and was several times larger than it was a few years ago.
Qingge clasped her hands together and bowed before the flame dragon.
"Good dragon, have a safe life. Xiaolonglong, I can lend you some blood."
After Qingge said this, he raised the knife and brought it down with a dagger. A sharp and cold light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.
With a stabbing sound, the skin of the hairless flame dragon was instantly torn open and blood flowed out.
The blood filled the empty medicine bottle, and then Qing Ge sprinkled some hemostatic powder on the flame dragon.
Qingge patted the flame dragon with satisfaction and sighed: "After several years, you have finally become somewhat useful. Otherwise, I would have to bear the pain and sell you."
If the Empress hadn't said that the Flame Dragon was an ancient divine dragon, I'm afraid Qingge would have been unable to resist selling it at a good price.
Not only that, Qing Ge even wanted to sell all the beasts.
There are so many beasts, all of them are powerful and powerful, but at the critical moment, they are all cowards, and no one can help.
The beasts in the realm of nothingness all shuddered involuntarily. Why did they feel the chill down their spines for no reason?
At the same time, Qingge's consciousness was withdrawn into the spiritual world.
"Ge'er?" The goddess looked at Qing Ge blankly.
At this moment, a lot of the goddess's blood had been released, and her face was pale.
Qing Ge came to her senses and found a bottle of blood in her hand.
She bandaged the wound on the hand of the goddess and said solemnly: "Goddess, in this world, there is never a distinction between right and wrong, good or bad, only positions. From now on, forget the past, come with me, go to the hospital
The nine-layered palace plays a song of victory!"
After the bandage was finished, Qingge handed the medicine bottle to the goddess: "Drink the blood."
The goddess was focused on Qingge and did not notice that it was another medicine bottle. She was just wondering why Qingge wanted to drain her blood at this critical moment and finally let her drink his own blood.
The goddess took the medicine bottle, raised her head and drank it all. She felt the blood enter her throat, like a stream of warm heat, spreading through her limbs and bones and the meridians throughout her body.
"Little cutie, come here and give me a hug." Qingge smiled and opened her hands.
The goddess looked at Qingge blankly and helplessly.
Why does she feel that Qingge is becoming more and more immoral and even a little hooligan?
Qing Emperor, do you know that your wife is such a gangster?
Qingge saw the goddess standing still, sighed softly, walked forward, and suddenly hugged the goddess with both hands.
The goddess's cheeks were slightly red, and it was hot to the base of her ears.
"You two girls, the door to the Eighteenth Palace has been opened. You have been waiting for a long time. Please... come..." A guard came to urge him.
The guard looked at the two Qingge hugging each other, his eyes filled with an inexplicable light.
Qing Ge let go of the goddess and immediately turned around and walked into the Eighteenth Hall.
In the Eighteenth Hall, Yan Bingtong and King Qinglian have been invited in, and the voice of the King of the Third Hall came from inside: "Lord Chiyan, those two lowly spirits are really powerful. I am waiting here, they
But she hasn't come yet, is she too arrogant and presumptuous? Although that human woman is your savior, Lord Chi Yan, and the Qing Emperor has given birth to a son, but as for whether the Qing Emperor can marry her as his queen, you and I can't.
We all know it very well. Lord Chi Yan, don’t you think you are embracing a cash cow?”
Yan Bingtong looked indifferent and sat on one side holding the red flame scepter: "Three Palaces King, how do you know that the human race women today will not become Qinghou in the future? The Three Palaces King must think twice before speaking, otherwise
When she ascends to the position of Qinghou in the future, the first one to suffer will be the King of the Three Palaces."
The King of the Third Palace and Yan Bingtong looked at each other and suddenly felt a chill.
"Lord Chi Yan, please don't get angry. Not to mention whether Qinghou is a lifesaver or not, such an arrogant and rude attitude is really deserving of condemnation." The person who spoke was the Princess of the Seventh Palace.
The princess and the king of the seven palaces were sitting together. The couple had a very good relationship, and the harp and harp were playing in harmony.
"Everyone, the two prisoners have arrived at the Eighteenth Hall." The guard came to report.
Suddenly, there was a breeze on the long road, and two peerless women came side by side.
Red clothes and silver hair, a pair of murderous black eyes, as cold as ice and snow.
Light green dress, flowing hair, aloof and indifferent, independent from the world!
Qing Ge walked into the Eighteenth Palace and faced Mu Qing, not afraid at all of the oppressive aura of the kings of the palaces.
Bastard spirit?
Tsk…
Even if she wanted to be that bitch, would these people dare?
Aventurine looked at Qingge, smiled slightly, and his eyes were filled with adoration.
It seems that no matter when and where she is, no matter how bad the situation is, she is always high-spirited and smiling proudly.