"What's the matter?" Ling Xiyue looked at him and asked for more details.
It's not that she's meddling, but Xuan Ye's words are so unpleasant.
He was the one who brought her to the ghost market hell with the definite news of the Qilin Jade Talisman, which was almost half a threat and half a deception. Now the Qilin Jade Talisman has not seen the shadow, and he wants to send her away again without even a word of explanation.
Who is not angry when this happens?
It's not easy for Ling Xiyue to ask him patiently and kindly.
She always felt that his goal was not the Qilin Jade Talisman, but something else. Is it really what she thought?
Impossible, he is the young master of the ghost clan. Even if his relationship with Xuan Ming and the ghost king does not seem to be harmonious, it is impossible because of this...
Ling Xiyue's mind was full of complicated thoughts at this time. She had thought about all the possibilities, but she had not thought about the simplest one.
It was just about the two of them. He just wanted an excuse to get close to her, nothing else.
"I will explain to you later, but you have to leave now. I will have concerns about you being here." But Xuan Ye had no intention of saying anything more. He reached out and grabbed Ling Xiyue's arm and took her out.
But before he could take a step forward, Ling Xiyue held him back with his backhand, "What do you mean, please tell me clearly!"
"Xiyue." Those dark red eyes locked on her suddenly, "No matter who you are, or whether we know each other, maybe you are still hostile to me, these are not important, now you just need to believe, no matter what
, I won’t hurt you, listen to me this time, the situation has changed now, you have to go back to Piaoxue Tower immediately, don’t worry about other things, and don’t pay attention to Xuan Ming’s words, I will take care of it."
Ling Xiyue froze slightly, staring blankly at the man's extremely serious eyes.
When she came back to her senses, she had already said, "Okay..."
She believed in him and always believed in him.
There was finally a smile in Xuan Ye's eyes, and he grabbed her hand and said, "Let's go."
Ling Xiyue ducked away awkwardly and gritted her teeth, "How many times have I told you."
Why can't this guy remember it?
Xuan Ye smiled helplessly, but as soon as he withdrew his hand, his whole body trembled violently. He couldn't control his body and staggered. His big hand suddenly placed on the back of the big chair next to him, but he still couldn't control it. His body swayed helplessly.
So weak, he knelt down on one knee!
"Um……"
The man lowered his head and groaned in pain.
His long dark red hair looked like blood, covering all his expressions.
how come?
The blood curse never strikes early!
He calculated the time and it was not yet midnight!
"What's wrong with you!" Ling Xiyue's heart pounded, and she knelt down on the ground, grabbing his shoulders with both hands.xdw8
"ah"
The roar like a trapped animal was masked by the roaring shouts in the field of life and death.
Then there was a "bump", and the black ironwood chair back held by the man instantly turned into powder, it really turned into powder!
Debris shot out from his hand like smoke.
Ling Xiyue's pupils suddenly tightened and she looked at him, "Is it the blood curse? The blood curse has occurred!"
"Let's go, get out of here." Word by word, words spilled out of the man's mouth, accompanied by painful groans that seemed like he was being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.
He struggled to get up, and blood lines all over his body were like flowers blooming on the other side, one after another, emerging from under the skin, blooming, and spreading to his neck and face.
The appearance that slowly appeared seemed to be dispersed by fire, and the long dark red hair seemed to be dyed with fire.
Ling Xiyue saw his eyes and her heart skipped a beat.
Those eyes were filled with blood at this moment, as if they would drip out of blood in the next moment!
"If you walk anyhow, you will die!" Ling Xiyue held him up, her anger welling up, and she let out a low roar.
After all this, this man still has time to take care of her!
Xuan Ye's whole body was trembling and convulsing, and the blood lines on his face were still spreading, from the position of his eyes to the entire face, "It's okay, I can still hold on, first, leave the ghost market, now, you
, you can’t stay here.”
Intermittent words trembled from the man's thin lips that were also bright red and bloodthirsty.
"No, now you have to find a place to survive." Unexpectedly, his decision was immediately rejected by Ling Xiyue, and her voice was a little anxious, "Tell me, is there a safer place here where I can stay?
Nearby, quickly!"
She had not forgotten that Aunt Pei had said that every time the blood curse breaks out, it will endanger the life of the person who is under the blood curse.
Every time he has an attack, he is wandering outside the gate of hell. A narrow escape from death is not enough to express the danger.
If you are not careful, the power of the blood curse may backfire and destroy your body!
In the history of the ghost clan, except for Xuan Ye, no one who has been burdened with the blood curse survived the first attack. Although Xuan Ye has endured it countless times now, it does not mean that he can successfully overcome it.
Live this time.
She couldn't just watch him die, absolutely not!
Seeing Xuan Ye struggling and seemed to want to say something, Ling Xiyue looked at him with dead eyes, "Shut up!"
Her originally cold and beautiful face now had a ferocious expression, which was no better than Xuan Ye's. She was almost shouting, "I listened to you just now, this time you listen to me, try saying nonsense again."
Try it!”
Looking at Ling Xiyue's appearance, Xuan Ye smiled, but at this time, he was covered in blood and tortured by the fire, and his smile was like a devil. Only the curve of the corner of his mouth could feel that
A touch of tenderness.
In this way, even if it means death, it should be worth it, right?
At least in his memory, it wasn't completely cold and lonely.
"Speak!" Ling Xiyue felt that her heart was aching and it was difficult to breathe.
Xuan Ye groaned in pain again, the blood in his pupils spread rapidly, and he tried his best to say, "Ghost market, blood pool..."
At the other end, Xuan Ming, who walked out of the room, quietly closed a palm-sized jade porcelain bottle in his hand to cut off the wisps of bloody aura.
The man's white teeth looked even more ghostly in the dim corridor, and he slowly said with an enchanting air, "My good brother, this is the price for your disobedience, savor it."
On the opposite side, a black shadow came quickly from the dark corridor, and it was another ghost servant. He attacked and knelt down in front of Xuan Ming, "Sir, the person sent to rescue the young lady has just sent back the news."
"Say." Xuan Ming put the jade bottle in his arms and said a word casually.
With that expression, you say you don't care, but you don't really care, but you can't say you care about it particularly, or maybe he has always been like this.
The ghost servant quickly responded with a solemn voice, "The four hell messengers sent were all killed, and the others also suffered heavy losses. The operation was discovered, and the hidden stakes we finally planted there were almost uprooted."
Xuan Ming's charming eyebrows gradually came together, and the coldness gradually appeared on his face.