Qingliu stretched out his hand, and the gauze in his palm fell to the ground, where it happened to stick to the thick pool of blood that had flowed down from the bed.
At this time, Mei Niang took a step forward, stepped on the tuft of gauze with her soft silver embroidered shoes, and dark red blood spread under her feet.
She looked down at the woman on the bed, "Ye Qingge's spirit beast is extremely powerful. You can't defeat her. How about making a deal with me? I can help you avenge your disfigurement."
"What deal?" Qingliu held back the pain on his face and narrowed his eyes and asked.
"The two ribs in your chest are the materials my master needs. As long as you are willing to exchange two ribs, I can help you get revenge. As for her spiritual beast, you don't have to worry. I have a way to contain it."
The woman is beautiful and her voice is charming.
Qingliu's pupils expanded slightly, "Just two ribs?"
Mei Niang nodded and repeated Qingliu's words, "Yes, just two ribs."
"Okay, I'll give it to you!"
Not to mention two ribs, even if all the bones in her body were exchanged, she would make that woman and her spirit beast die a miserable death.
Some hatred, once it exists, will take root and become difficult to contain.
Mei Niang lowered her head, her eyes were gentle, and beneath the tenderness, there was a monstrous murderous intent.
Colosseum.
A man in a purple robe sat on a chair in front of the chessboard. The black and white chess pieces were shiny. He dropped a white piece, collected a bunch of black pieces, and threw them into the jade bowl.
There seemed to be the sound of bells and drums, and Ming Qianjue raised his hand, made fingerprints, and counted with his fingers.
For a long time, a charming smile appeared on the man's face. He looked at the chessboard with the all-encompassing world and world and said in a low voice: "I have been playing chess for so long and have been setting up the game for more than ten years. It is time to take it back one by one.
Already."
At the same time, the Mercenary Association.
The man lying on the bed rolled to the ground, and in the vast and gorgeous palace, there was only the sound of violent coughing. Every time he coughed, there was also bloody blood.
Mingyou was kneeling on the ground. He was holding on to the stone pillar, his body was shaking and he was still coughing.
On the couch next to it, Huaying, dressed in snow-white gauze, was lying on it to rest, covered with a fox fur blanket.
Hearing Mingyou's cough, she woke up like a frightened bird, ran to Mingyou with bare feet, and helped Mingyou up. Maybe the floor was too slippery, Huaying stumbled, and they fell to the ground again, Huaying.
Holding her hands on the ground, feeling the warm touch in her palms, Huaying's pupils shrank. She fell to the ground and raised her hands, her white hands stained with blood.
The bright red blood gradually turned purple and black under Hua Ying's gaze.
Huaying screamed in horror. She didn't have time to wipe off the blood on her hands, nor did she stand up. She moved her body towards Mingyou a few times until the distance was very close, so close that she could hear each other's breathing clearly.
Chu.
She clutched the dark tea-colored clothes tightly with her hands, her joints turned white, her lips were dry, and her whole body was trembling, as if she had just woken up from a nightmare. She was only filled with fear, "It's getting worse. Your body won't last long."
Hua Ying's eyes widened, and her hands couldn't help shaking.
"I know."
Mingyou was leaning against the stone pillar, sitting powerlessly, with his head drooped, and his picturesque features were now like the porcelain placed on the edge of the table. Once he fell to the ground, his body would be broken into pieces, and he would never recover.
The man's face had a look of death and was completely gray.
A pale hand stretched out from his sleeve and patted the woman's hand that was holding the clothes tightly as if to comfort her.
He is obviously so young, but he seems to have already seen through all the changes in the world. He raises his eyes to the sea and lowers his head to the mulberry fields. Like a wise man, he has already predicted the future. He does not fight or snatch, but uses his weak body to stir things up.
The world's community.
"You know?" Hua Ying was puzzled and looked at Mingyou unwillingly.
She crawled forward, her hands stained with black blood grasped Mingyou's clothes, and almost roared: "Since you know, why do you let all this happen? Why do you want to set up a trap for yourself to die? Why?
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Hua Ying turned around, got up in a panic, and ran out barefoot, her gauze clothes swaying, the woman was stunning, and the stubbornness in her eyes was heart-wrenching.
"Ming Qianjue, I'm going to kill Ming Qianjue, he will kill you!" Hua Ying roared hysterically and ran out crazily.
Mingyou smiled weakly.
"If he doesn't let me die, I will kill myself. Be good and come back."
Hua Ying opened the golden door of the palace, her whole face covered with tears. When she heard the words of the man behind her, she stopped in her tracks, turned around inch by inch, and looked back.
Her body followed the golden line of the door, and sat helplessly on the bone-cold ground. Her gauze clothes piled up, like flowers in bud, delicate and beautiful, but as if they would wither and wither at any time.
Yes, she had known for a long time that this man was heading towards hell step by step, and she could only watch helplessly as the once high-spirited young man gradually deteriorated.
"Huaying, how old are you this year?" Mingyou asked.
The two of them were at opposite ends of the empty palace, as if they were separated by a Milky Way, a chasm that would never be crossed.
"Twenty-three." Huaying replied.
"Twenty-three?" Mingyou raised his head, his eyes were a little hollow, and there was no trace of blood on his pale face, "So you have been following me for eight years."
Huaying bit her lip, her eyes filled with tears.
She raised her head, wanting to break her neck, but refused to let the tears fall.
"When I die, you can find someone to marry."
Ming You said, his voice was weak and breathless, "You are my Ming You, and you will be able to marry well. After all, who do you like? In the four-star territory, except for the blood clan, you can marry anyone."
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Huaying finally couldn't help it, her throat was so painful that she couldn't speak, and the tears in her eyes surged out like a river bursting its banks.
Who did you fancy?
He was the one she longed for, but he asked her who she had her eye on.
The flower shadow stood up unsteadily, like a thin willow in the wind, its body was thin, as if it would fall to the ground at any time.
She held on to the luxurious gold-painted door and looked at the weak man sitting on the ground, her eyes filled with determination. She chuckled, as cold as frost, and laughed at herself: "What if I fall in love with you? Will you marry him?"
"Don't make trouble——"
Mingyou's face froze and she said.
Huaying walked forward calmly. She walked to Mingyou and looked down at the man at her feet, "Are you going to marry me?"
"I am very sick and will die at any time. If I die, you will be a widow."
"Don't do this, I'll feel bad."
The dark road.
There was a ferocious look in Huaying's eyes, "Widow? What about widows? If you die, I will die with you at the worst. I don't want to marry anyone but you..."
Since the beginning of the ancient road eight years ago, her heart has sunk and she can no longer pick it up.
As long as he was willing to marry her, even if it was just for one night, she would not regret her passing in this world.
But the cruel thing is——
He said, Huaying, but I don’t want to marry you.
The woman fell to the ground again, with despair in her eyes. She pulled away her bloody heart, but he discarded it like a pair of old clogs.