Faced with Lan Wuxin's aggressive push, Fen Que was relieved.

His eyes under the cloak looked at Mei Qingchen mockingly.

If Lan Wuxin hated Mei Qingchen because of his marriage to Ye Qingge, the matter of the blood clan's divine water has made these two men feel sad.

Mei Qingchen told Lan Wuxin that he hated Ye Qingge and wanted Ye Qingge's life, so he had such a fight. But he not only put a blood-drinking needle in Ye Qingge's body, but also put a poison. Even if Ye Qingge had nine lives, he would not survive unless he had a skilled doctor and the blood clan's divine water.

Speaking of this, Mei Qingchen discovered that the divine water was gone, and the Burning Cage was also missing.

Maybe, they know who stole the blood clan's divine water.

"Fenque, you really disappoint me." Lan Wuxin's face twitched a few times. She stood in front of Fenque, stretched out her hand, and grabbed Fenque's neck hard. Her pupils opened slightly wider, and she saw her roaring with gritted teeth: "You are still not a human being. Lan'er is lying on the bed and is on the verge of life and death, but you are thinking about Ye Qingge, Ye Qingge deserves to die. For her, you ignore our years of friendship. Since that's the case, don't blame me for taking ruthless actions. It seems that Ye Qingge is not dead, so you can die for her."

Lan Wuxin looked fierce.

Under the moonlight, Lan Wuxin's face was so white, her lips were scary, and her eyes were like poisonous scorpions, tightly wrapped around Burning.

Lan Wuxin's hand holding Fenque's neck gradually tightened, and Fenque felt suffocated.

Fenque's lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but it stuck in his throat and turned into a bitter smile.

Although the four of them grew up together, he always felt like an outsider and could never be integrated into it.

"Even if I want to take my life, my ancestors will take it." Fen Que said calmly.

Lan Wuxin raised his eyebrows, "Oh? You expected that I wouldn't dare to kill you, right? I want your life, one person does things and one person does it. I will apologize for my ancestors, but I don't believe it. My ancestors will punish me severely for you, a bastard."

Lan Wuxin is a cruel person who likes to step on other people's pain points and uncover scars alive.

Fenque's eyebrows were hidden under his cloak, and no one could see his face clearly, but at this moment, he was in great pain.

Bad breed.

Burn Chou closed his eyes and breathed deeper.

Under the ancient tree, Mei Qingchen looked at Fengque and frowned. The two red dots deep in their eyes were extremely strange.

He suddenly felt a split headache, so he couldn't help but raise his hand and gently rub his temples with his fingers.

Looking at Fenque's appearance, he felt a perverted pleasure, but for some reason, he was not having a good time.

He didn't know what was wrong, it was like a pair of devil's hands controlling his mind.

Lan Wuxin pulled Fenque's neck and strong force, and directly lifted Fenque up, then threw Fenque to the ground, stepped on Fenque's lower abdomen, and put all his strength on him.

The pain from the lower abdomen made Fenque subconsciously arch his body.

He had no intention of resisting and felt as if he was dead.

He was already desperate about the world. Then again, even if he fell into hell, no one would miss him. At most, some birds and beasts would brutally eat the corpse.

The cloak covered Fenque's face, but it revealed a sharp chin and lips with perfect curves. A trace of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and the ice and snow were white. Looking at it like this, I don't know if it was an illusion, but it actually felt a kind of abused beauty.

Lan Wuxin was in a trance.

She had never seen Fenque's appearance for so many years. When she was a child, Fenque wore a ill-fitting black robe and fell into darkness, like the black and white impermanence from the underworld.

However, Lan Wuxin was ruthless since she was careful. If Fenque was black and white impermanence, then she would be the King of Hell who dominates all the ghosts.

Lan Wuxin thought that Fenque had stolen the blood clan's divine water for Qingge, and even stayed away from them. She ignored Lan Wu, who was in danger. Lan Wuxin was full of anger and furious. Her eyes suddenly turned red and she was full of violence, like an executioner on the execution ground, kicking Fenque's lower abdomen one after another.

Fenque's body trembled a few times, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle. Of course, he had no intention of struggling.

He has decided to die, so why bother to struggle.

Fenque's eyes looked at the bright moon in the sky through the strange cloak.

Before he died, he suddenly remembered the scene when Jialan saw Ye Qingge. That year, she was arrogant and arrogant, but she still had the capital to be proud. From being criticized by thousands of people to being respected by the people, she was afraid that only she could understand the bitterness of this process.

For her, Fenque didn't know what kind of emotion it was, but he knew that he was fascinated by his heart. He envied Ye Qingge's life, which was so wonderful, with wine and meat, and was domineering the world. This heaven, this place, and this endless country that stretched for thousands of miles were all in her planning.

It is precisely because of yearning that I get close to me and I don’t want her to die with hatred.

Lan Wuxin took an iron stick from somewhere, and hit him viciously, causing his head to burst into blood.

Fenque smiled bitterly and closed his eyes.

Look, this is his former friend. Now, they hate each other and hate each other, and they want to chop him up and feed him to the dog.

Death.

Just die like this.

A meaningless life.

The wild breeds deserve nothing, and they don't deserve to be cared about.

Once he stopped breathing, all the grievances he had suffered and his unknown stories would be buried in the grave.

But if he died, Lan Wuxin would never have a good time.

His existence is very special.

When the ancestors learn about this, they will be furious.

Fenque was confused and confused, confused, and in a daze, he seemed to hear a gust of wind breaking, as if someone had come.

"Create the fuse!"

A scream of exclamation, like the early spring rain, made him wake up.

It's Ye Qingge!

Fenmei opened her eyes with great effort, and the smell of blood was thick between her lips and teeth, and under her nose.

Why did she come...

"Ye Qingge." Lan Wuxin put away the iron rod and inserted the blood-covered iron rod into the snow. Xu narrowed his cold eyes and looked at Qingge coldly.

Qingge was wearing a thick fox fur cloak, and Wuyou followed her. When the two saw Fenque's terrible appearance, they were both frightened and extremely angry.

Qingge clenched his hands lightly.

Fenque suffered this unintentional disaster for her.

The snow under Fenque's body was stained with blood.

Qingge's white hair was scattered in front of her shoulders, her face was pale and her body was weak. She half-kneeled on the ground, holding Fenque's hand, but she felt the bright red blood.

It took a long time for Fenque to see Qingge's face clearly. Although she wanted to blame her for not caring about her body, she was more moved.

"Follow me." Qingge said.

"Cough...cough cough cough..."

Fenque turned sideways, trembling violently, lay on the snow, and vomited a pile of blood.

After coughing, Fenque gasped for a long time, Fenque smiled weakly and said, "Okay."

Qingge pursed her lips and wanted to help Fenque up. Seeing this, Wuyou came over to help.

Wuyou supports Burning Chou.

"Let's go." Qingge said lightly.

The three are about to leave.

"Stop!" Lan Wuxin's eyes widened, and the iron stick in her hand hit Qingge's back, without any hesitation.
Chapter completed!