The thunder at the top of the sky came and went with the wind and fire, and the lightning disappeared in the black clouds like splashing ink. I don't know when the bright moon was like a hook, the moonlight was clear, and the cool breeze was filled with the smell of blood.
, pungent and rich, making people dare not relax for a moment.
In front of the competition ring, the Northern Tomb King lay limply on a gilded chair, his eyes somewhat hollow as he looked at the blood mist still floating in the air.
He thought that after today, there would be no more Ye Qingge in the world, but the sudden change in the situation caught him off guard.
In front of the incense burner table, Qing Ge stood with difficulty. Mo Xie Ye Wuhen and others gathered around her, cheering for the victory and happily rejoicing in the thrilling aftermath of the disaster.
The scene in front of the blood-soaked girl was turned upside down. It was bright and twisted together. Her consciousness was gradually withdrawn. Qingge's eyes turned black, and her limbs were as soft as bones and she fell forward.
Mo Xie, who was closest to Qingge, supported Qingge, took the medicine bottle containing the marrow-cleansing pill from Qingge, and put one of the golden pills into Qingge's mouth, and it melted in his mouth.
"Grandpa Ye, the Mo family has Zhang Linglong Bed, which can treat pain in the muscles and veins. I will take Qingge there."
Mo Xie picked up Qing Ge and turned around to leave, but a tall and dark figure blocked Mo Xie's way. Mo Xie looked at the man with cold eyes, "Little Prince."
Bei Yueming looked at Mo Xie complicatedly, with a strange expression on his face, "When did you break through to the thirteenth level of innateness? Why don't I know this?"
Mo Xie didn't want to pay attention to Bei Yueming, and was about to go to Mo's house with Qing Ge in his arms. He was so anxious that Qing Ge's twenty-four tendons were all severed. If he didn't get treatment as soon as possible, he would be a useless person for the rest of his life, even if he couldn't survive.
, are all very difficult things.
Bei Yueming refused to give up and would not give up until the end.
"Answer my question first." Bei Yueming frowned, seemingly displeased.
Mo Xie raised one corner of his lips and smiled evilly. When the smile solidified to the extreme, Mo Xie stared hard and shouted angrily: "Bei Yueming, if you delay Qingge's treatment, I will never let you go.
"
After saying that, Mo Xie touched the ground with the soles of his feet and jumped up with the weak girl in his arms. The spiritual energy whizzed away and surrounded him. The hem of his robe opened like fire until the scarlet figure disappeared from sight.
, it seems that everyone has not recovered from that graceful style.
Bei Yueming turned his back to Mo Xie who was leaving, with his hands clenched tightly, his eyes green, no longer as noble as before, like a poisonous snake hiding deep in the darkness underground.
*
Although Qingge was seriously injured and passed out for several days, she was undoubtedly the number one in the battle between the four dynasties.
The battle on the last day exploded like thunder, and the whole Beiyue was boiling. The people of Beiyue who watched the battle that day all said after they left how exciting and bloody the battle was...
…
Riding thunder to divert snow, breaking arms and cutting bones.
However, during the days when Qing Ge fell asleep, the Fengyue Pavilion was full of gloom.
The white gauze is dancing wildly, the woman in the pavilion is looming, the sound of Fuxi Qin is endless, the mountains and rivers are flowing, and they are angry and sad.
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and the veil outside the pavilion was lifted by the wind. The woman's scarred hand was cut by the strings again. She looked coldly into the uninhabited distance, and her eyes were full of anger.
, everywhere we go, flowers, plants and trees seem to be trembling and withering.
She suddenly stood up and picked up Qin, seemingly unaware of the blood on her hands. The blood dyed her snow-white dress red, dripping on the ground and splashing into flowers, which looked charming and beautiful.
The woman walked out of Fengyue Pavilion holding the qin in her arms. She traced the strings with her fingertips. A sound of the qin sounded. Two vermilion-colored doors immediately opened. A strong wind poured in from the door. Ye Qingcheng walked out indifferently. The two people in front of the door
However, a guard stopped her, and a maid in black clothes walked out from the side. This person was Yinlan.
Yin Lan said expressionlessly: "Miss Qingcheng, the young lady said that you cannot leave Fengyue Pavilion before she comes."
"Miss?" Ye Qingcheng sneered, "Qingge's veins and veins were broken, her ribs were cut, and now she is dying and unconscious. How can I stay quietly in Fengyue Pavilion with her like this?"
Yin Lan frowned, "But Miss..."
"If Qing Ge is to blame, you can rest assured that I am here."
After saying that, Ye Qingcheng ignored Yin Lan. She held the piano in one hand and plucked the strings with the other. The moment the strings came out, the two guards blocking the front fainted to the ground without any warning.
Unimpeded, marching forward singing loudly, with a graceful figure, like a white swan intoxicated alone on the sparkling lake.
Yinlan turned around and looked at the snow-colored figure that was getting away with a dull look.
She always remembered that when she saw Ye Qingcheng for the first time, Ye Qingcheng was bullied. Although he was stubborn, he was also weak.
But just a few months have passed, and the girl who was pushed into the lake in the past now has a Fuxi harp and is dressed in snow-colored clothes. She looks like a ghost and has a cold temperament. When she passes by, who dares to stop her?
*
Outside the city.
The envoys from the Nanyi Kingdom are on their way back to their country. Although Zhan Qiu is dead, these envoys are still alive after all. Moreover, Zhan Qiu clearly wanted to kill Qingge during the battle, so it is not easy for these envoys to stay in the north.
Yue left in despair.
The King of the Northern Tomb led the people from the Xixun Kingdom and the envoys from the Nanyi Kingdom along the way.
South of the city.
Behind two continuous mountains, the North Tomb King and others camped here.
The bonfire is sultry and the night is light.
The King of the Northern Tomb was leaning against a strong thousand-year-old tree, sitting powerlessly, his eyes full of fatigue.
"Your Majesty, would you like some fish soup to warm your stomach?" A guard came over carrying soup.
The Northern Tomb King took the bowl and was about to drink it when a dark wind blew from the mountains in the distance, and the sound of the piano came in waves, resounding like muffled thunder throughout the sky.
The skirt is as neat as a dress, and the shadow is like a ghost.
The Northern Tomb King threw the bowl of fish soup in his hand on the ground. The porcelain bowl broke into pieces and the fish soup spilled all over the floor. The Northern Tomb King suddenly stood up and stared fiercely at the monster-like figure. The sound of thunder was loud.
It sounded, "Who is pretending to be a ghost?"
Qingling's laughter sounded from the top of the mountain, the sound of the piano stopped, and the woman in white and cold clothes suddenly spoke, laughing sarcastically: "The world-famous King of the North Tomb is really like a beast."
The King of the Northern Tomb was furious, and the light of thunder and lightning flashed on his clenched hands. He possessed a broken thunder ghost spectrum. Although he did not have the thunder and lightning physique like Zhan Qiu, he could still summon one or two thunder and lightning.
He punched out, his fist glowed, and a bolt of green lightning shot out, heading straight for the woman on the mountain.
The woman sat cross-legged, with a Fuxi harp placed safely on her knees. The sound of Lotus's weeping harp flowed from her fingertips, and the mountains and rivers collapsed in her hands. Every time she played, the wounds on her hands became deeper and deeper.
She stared at the green lightning rushing towards her without fear, with only endless anger in her black eyes.
She only knew that this group of people, this North Tomb King...
Damn it, damn it!
The Northern Tomb King stared at the mountain and the green lightning. When the piano sound sounded, the green lightning was swallowed up by the sound blade...
The eyes of the Northern Tomb King suddenly expanded!