Late at night, Ye Qingcheng gradually became powerless. The flames in her body were eroding her reason, but in the end, they were already damaging her body.
The reason why the Queen of the Far North is so confident is that she is too cruel. She believes that under her careful planning, there is only one result.
If Beihuang did not save people, the poisoned Ye Qingge died suddenly, which would be a very satisfactory result. Not only that, afterwards, people would only think that Beihuang killed Ye Qingge. At that time, everyone would suddenly realize.
Beihuang endured for a long time, and he had strong restraint. He didn't want to be hated by Ye Qingcheng, but he couldn't watch Ye Qingcheng die.
Even if there is another man here, Beihuang will never agree. For the rest of his life, Ye Qingcheng will only have skin kinship with him, and Beihuang will go crazy.
Beihuang's heart was completely defeated.
He stretched out his hands tremblingly, trying to untie the messy clothes.
Ye Qingcheng's eyes were slightly closed, and his hands were placed flat on the bed. A purple tendon vein was particularly prominent. She seemed extremely soft and weak, and the stubbornness and paranoia that emerged from her bones made people feel distressed. Her skin was like snow-like, and Beihuang's eyes were slightly red. The devil beast deep in her heart was wailing and roaring.
There was still some smoke from hibiscus in this room.
It is not easy for Beihuang to persevere until now.
Suddenly, Ye Qingcheng opened his eyes, grabbed Beihuang's wrist, and woke up in an instant, making her understand everything in an instant. She looked up and saw that the blue veins on her wrist were extremely abrupt. Ye Qingcheng, who had been on the list of thousands of gold for a long time, was familiar with various aphrodisiacs.
Three words flashed through Ye Qingcheng's mind, and the lotus scattered.
"Your poison?" Ye Qingcheng's voice was no longer clear, a little hoarse, as if he had accumulated some anger.
Beihuang knew that Ye Qingcheng had misunderstood and thought that the person who poisoned him would be him.
"It's not me, I'm also called here, we can't get out." Beihuang explained.
Ye Qingcheng frowned, and the flame was about to swallow her, and the Beihuang in front of her began to blur and blur again.
If it is another aphrodisiac, there may be other solutions, but damn it is that Furong San, there is only one way!
Ye Qingcheng knew that Beihuang would definitely detoxify her.
Beihuang could not have watched her die.
Ye Qingcheng held Bei Huang's wrist tightly, and his sharp fingernails were embedded in the flesh. Bright red blood overflowed, spreading through the cracks of his fingers. Ye Qingcheng's body arched slightly. She opened her eyes wide, looked at the blurred Bei Huang, and said word by word: "Save—I—"
Beihuang's body was shocked. He thought that Ye Qingcheng would fight to the death, and even if she lost her life, she would never want to be defiled.
But what Beihuang couldn't imagine was that Ye Qingcheng just wanted to live.
Even if she is as beautiful as jade, who should she be as beautiful as jade?
When you die, there is no hope.
While alive, she can continue to protect that girl, watch her reach the top of the king, watch her become a child, and be happy.
The ecstatic Beihuang did not notice this. If he knew, he would be afraid that his heart would be completely cold.
However, gradually, Beihuang was not that happy.
He found that Ye Qingcheng had been closing his eyes and was unwilling to see him.
The smile on Beihuang's face froze. He lowered his head and was about to kiss him. Ye Qingcheng turned his head, even if he was unconscious, she would subconsciously avoid it.
Beihuang smiled self-deprecatingly.
In Ye Qingcheng's eyes, he was just an antidote.
There is no relationship between the two.
People are always like this, greed and desires are endless.
Beihuang has always thought about this, just watch her well, but after close contact, he hopes to get closer, gain her heart, support each other, and live a long life.
Ye Qingcheng's eyes slid down a tear.
Beihuang lowered her head and kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Qingcheng...Qingcheng..." He called her like this.
Ye Qingcheng only knew that when the dry firewood was dry, the pain was torn apart, someone was calling her name, and the sound was very nice and touching.
Ye Qingcheng opened his eyes and saw Beihuang's face, which seemed like a dream.
Beihuang was sweating profusely.
Ye Qingcheng raised his snow-white arm, and the purple tendon vein was disappearing.
The moon blushed and quietly moved, hiding behind the black clouds.
In the tavern in the alley, Qingge and Mingyou were not drunk and returned. Perhaps because of the joyful things, Qingge laughed loudly, which attracted everyone to look at her.
This alley was burned, killed, looted, countless times, and her appearance was like a ray of light illuminating the darkness.
Mingyou looked at Qingge, his eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately smiled slightly.
At first, he thought Qingge was a waste, but when she showed her sharpness, he felt that she was too arrogant and ruthless, but after contacting her, he realized that there was a pure and kind heart hidden under the bloody skin.
Mingyou was unable to drink, so he poured it on the table. Qingge helped Mingyou walk out, shook his head and sighed, "I can't drink so much."
Walk out of the alley and meet the shadow of flowers.
The shadow of the flower is as beautiful as a flower. Under the bright moonlight, it is even more beautiful and beautiful. Under the gentleness, it is a little unwilling to admit defeat.
She looked at Qingge, smiled slightly, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Huaying walked forward, took Mingyou and helped him.
"I've taken him back." Huaying said.
"good."
Qingge watched the two of them as they drifted away, and the two figures were buried in the rich night.
Qingge turned around and walked towards the palace.
In the lonely street, the moonlight stretches out her shadow, lonely and cold.
Three thousand white hairs were dissipated and danced in the wind.
Qingge thought about it and had drunk too much and was completely sleepy. She planned to go to Mo Xie first and discuss asking him to go to Xuanyue Pass to see if Chiyu could cure his illness.
Qingge crossed the high wall, stood outside the palace, raised his hands and pushed open the gilded door.
Qingge walked into the palace, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
Mo Xie fell on the bed, tossing and turning, his eyes red and sweating.
He fell head-on to the ground and threw a purple medicine bottle down.
Mo Xie lay down and stretched out his hand to pick up the medicine bottle, but his body could no longer bear it.
He tried hard to stretch his hands, but there was still a long distance.
Suddenly, with one hand, I picked up the purple medicine bottle.
Mo Xie raised his eyes and looked at it, it was Qingge.
Qingge held the medicine bottle, frowned, and then looked at Mo Xie in surprise.
Mo Xie's clothes were open on his chest, and a few new injuries appeared, which were obviously caught by him.
"What's going on?" Qingge helped Mo Xie up and placed it on the bed.
"I'm sick, give me medicine." Mo Xie said.
Qingge gave Mo Xie the purple medicine bottle, and Mo Xie poured out the medicine and stuffed it into his mouth.
Qingge looked at Mo Xie with sharp eyes.
Mo Xie's symptoms just now are very strange, especially strange.
He seems to rely heavily on this drug.
Qingge closed her eyes, her mind twisted and turned, and she thought carefully about everything that happened.
"Is it the fallen flowers poison?" Qingge asked.
She noticed this.
Mo Xie looked at her, smiled sourly, and said, "Do you know, I would rather be poisoned by the fallen flower."
In one sentence, Qingge's idea was dispelled.
Mo Xie fell on the bed and suddenly went crazy. He poured spiritual energy into his hands, scratched his skin, and let the blood flow out. (To be continued)