When the saint told Ji Yue that Qingge had been defiled, she wanted to see Ji Yue just like other men, alienated and disgusted.
In this way, she can tell herself that there is nothing good about this man, so let him go.
But, no.
Ji Yue doesn't care.
He only cares about whether Ye Qingge hurts or is injured.
Even though Ji Yue slapped the saint on the face without hesitation, she knew in her heart that she was even more jealous of such a relationship.
The saint lowered her head. The feeling of being unable to love was like ants gnawing at her heart, scratching her heart and lungs.
Darkness covers the demon realm.
A red moon hung in the dark blue sky, with almost no light from the stars.
In the place of exile, Xishan, there is a group of old demons who love to torture young people with delicate skin and tender flesh.
There is no gender, only fear and late nights.
When Xun Wulei woke up, he found that he had been cleaned and tied to an iron frame without any clothes. He was surrounded by ugly old demons, all of whom looked at Xun Wulei with malicious intent.
Xunwu Lei's wounds have not been treated yet. After the demon veins were pulled out, he was completely disabled. Now, he is afraid that he cannot even defeat a three-year-old human child. How can he resist when facing a group of terrifying old demons?
power?
The old demons approached Xun Wu Lei. Xun Wu Lei was horrified and wished he could die. However, his throat was hoarse from the poison, his kneecaps were broken, and his hands were tied with wires. Even if he wanted to die, no one could satisfy him.
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Phoenix Fire Lotus' toxin began to take effect, and Xunwu Lei's body became extremely hot. He moved closer to the crowd.
Xunwu Lei was still somewhat conscious, but he couldn't control his body.
When the withered hand touched his collarbone, a line of tears flowed from the corner of Xun Wu's eyes.
He has tortured many people, and even used more terrible methods than this, but when it all happened to him, even he couldn't bear it and couldn't bear it.
A feeling of nausea arose spontaneously, and Xunwu vomited with tears.
Seeing this, the old demon threw all kinds of weapons at Xun Wu Lei.
Shivering without tears and hatred.
The old and withered faces in front of him seemed to have turned into Ye Qingge's face when his consciousness was hazy.
Gentle eyes, blurred and sentimental, hazy flames burned one after another.
Xun Wu Lei struggled between pain and happiness, like a fantasy, he was deeply trapped in it.
His body is particularly dependent on illusion.
The sound of wailing echoed throughout the Western Mountains.
He fell into despair and could no longer stand up.
At the other end of the place of exile, there was a newly built palace. Qingge was lying on a soft bed, her brows furrowed tightly even in her sleep.
Emperor Jiujun stood at the door, and Ji Yue stood up and walked outside.
"Prince Ji, do you think Miss Ye was attracted by them..."
"Is it important?" Ji Yue asked.
Emperor Jiujun was speechless. After a long time, Emperor Jiujun smiled and said, "Do you still remember Furong Powder?"
Ji Yue was stunned and suddenly remembered that when Qingge was taken to Binggu by Mei Qingchen, Mei Qingchen gave Ye Qingge a dose of Furong Powder.
Furong Powder: After the poisoned person has fun with the first person, he can only be one person in his life.
In other words, due to Ji Yue's timely appearance, Qingge did not have close contact with other people.
Emperor Jiujun looked at Ji Yue in surprise. He thought that Ji Yue would be ecstatic when he learned about this.
Ji Yue's face was expressionless and her eyes were cold.
He only knew that his beloved girl had suffered undue torture.
His heart seemed to be bleeding.
Emperor Jiujun had no choice but to say: "The disappearance of Xun Wulei's death has been announced, and even the split body has been created. The guardians of the nine realms should think that Xun Wulei is dead." Emperor Jiujun frowned,
"However, now is a critical moment. You are about to enter the Demon King's Palace. If you kill Xun Wulei at this time, those old foxes will probably make a big fuss."
"Why bother with a group of dying people? If you can't, attack directly." Ji Yue said coldly: "Pay attention to the movements of the major tribes. The guardians of the Nine Realms should be looking for the whereabouts of Wu Lei again. This matter is left to
You, don’t let Xun Wulei die, and of course, don’t let him live.”
Emperor Jiujun nodded.
Inside the house, Qing Ge slowly opened her eyes. She lifted the quilt and walked barefoot on the ground. An icy chill spread from the soles of her feet.
She looked around in confusion. There was a picture of a beauty on the wall, and the beauty in the picture was her.
She couldn't help but walk to the beauty picture, stretched out her hand, and stroked the lines with her fingertips.
Crunch——
The wall in front of her sunk deep into the ground, and there was a secret room in front of her. Qingge walked slowly into the secret room, and the scene in the secret room shocked her.
There are countless paintings hanging on the wall of the secret room, and every one of them is of her.
There were five painters in the secret room, all wearing iron chains around their ankles, and they were painting non-stop.
They have never seen Ye Qingge, but when it comes to painting her, these painters are all good at it.
The people in the painting are lifelike.
There are all kinds of her, smart, cold, and ethereal.
The painters are a little tired.
They didn't even raise their heads when the door to the secret room opened.
"Seventy-two have been painted, and the remaining nine need more time. Each one is in a different state." One of the painters said.
After saying this, the painter carefully arranged the pictures of beauties. When he looked up and saw Qing Ge, he was surprised, frowned and said: "Who painted this picture? It's too big, but it's quite realistic. Shoes."
, how can you not draw shoes? If Prince Ji learns that you have nine lives and you don’t have enough to survive, do you want to freeze her? You don’t even draw shoes. And the flower on the face, who made the decision to draw a flower without permission? Even if you want to,
The flowers also need to be red. Red ones are festive, but black ones make sense?"
The other painters all looked up and then shook their heads.
Qingge: "..."
This group of painters painted her day and night, and they were probably going crazy.
Qingge took a few steps forward. The painters wiped their eyes and felt that the people in the paintings had become spirits.
"Shoes, shoes!" The painter was still obsessed with shoes.
You know, one time when he painted a winter beauty, the beauty was wearing a summer skirt. He thought it was a good painting, but because of this painting, Ji Yue became so angry that he was imprisoned for a whole month.
Ji Yue asked him at that time why he was so cold that he sang softly?
It is difficult for painters to answer this question.
How did he know that the people in the painting were still afraid of the cold?
The injustice in the painter's heart.
They have long been tired of drawing the same person every day, but they dare not complain.
They were very curious as to why Prince Ji couldn't get enough of it.
Qing Ge walked into the secret room and looked carefully at the people in the painting.
She smiled bitterly.
When she missed Ji Yue, Ji Yue was also thinking of her.
They worked hard in different places for each other, just waiting for the day when she would put on the Nine Phoenixes and Chaohuang.
When Ji Yue walked into the house, she saw the empty bed and her heart felt empty.
He glanced sideways and found that the door to the secret room was open, and quickly stepped into the secret room.
He looked at Qingge from a distance. Qingge had a slender figure and had lost a lot of weight.
Holding it in my arms, it feels light and fluttering, and it seems like it will collapse when the wind blows.