The atmosphere inside the room was extremely solemn. Ye Jingjing pursed her lips and didn't say anything. After Ye Qingcheng watched the blue ghost fire disappear in the air, he asked in panic, "Great evil? What does Concubine Yun mean? Isn't the Four Dynasties Conference over?
Why is it still a big evil?”
"Don't worry..." I won't have anything to do.
Before Qingge could say the following sentence, she looked at Ye Qingcheng who was panicked and suddenly remembered the madness of this woman, and said, "Don't be afraid, no matter how fierce it is, I can survive, believe me."
Ye Qingcheng's eyes were deep, staring at the girl in front of him.
After a long time, nodded.
OK, believe her.
Someone rushed over and kicked the door open. His generous figure blocked half of the sky. Ye Qingcheng turned around and looked at the visitor unkindly. Ye Jingjing's face changed drastically, and she didn't seem to like him either.
It was Qingge, sitting on the imperial concubine's couch, smiling with her eyebrows and eyes.
"The little prince is so anxious to come to Fengyue Pavilion, but he still wants to be beaten?" Qingge said.
Speaking of this, Bei Yueming's eyes were filled with anger and a fierce aura was emitting all over his body. He strode toward him and looked at Ye Qingcheng and Ye Jingjing, "You two, give me this
Get out, king.”
Ye Qingcheng stood in front of Qingge, and made a protective gesture, standing in front of Bei Yueming without any timidity.
"Qingcheng, take Jingjing out for fun." Qingge said.
"I……"
Ye Qingcheng lowered his head and sang Qingge. The girl looked calm and a smile bloomed on the corner of her mouth.
After pondering for a long time, Ye Qingcheng picked up Ye Jingjing and walked out.
Although Bei Yueming's strength could not hurt Qingge, she still couldn't help but worry.
She regarded this woman's life as a matter of importance.
The door is closed, and the sun shines through the window lattices, making the room brighter.
The dark figure walked to Qingge, blocked the sunlight, and covered Qingge's body with a layer of shadow.
Bei Yueming looked down at Qingge with his eyes silent, "Ye Qingge, I want you to be my wife. I can't care about the man who beat me that day, or I can't mind the floating life master
If you abandon your affairs, as long as you agree, the position of Princess of the Underworld will be yours."
Qingge: "..." Is this man brainless?
She had doubted more than once whether Bei Yueming's mind was abandoned and forgot to bring it when he was born in the womb.
Beiyue Ming saw Qingge silent and thought Qingge was moved. His face softened a little, and sat down in the seat where Ye Jingjing was sitting before, "I know that I have wronged you when I was a child, but we are still young,
You can do it again, I will treat you twice as well.”
"Qingge..."
Bei Yueming held Qingge's hand, Qingge's face changed drastically, and immediately pulled his hand out, looking at Bei Yueming coldly, "Little Prince, there is also a clinic in the Ye family. You can go and see it when you go back.
It depends on your brain, is there something wrong with it?"
Bei Yueming's face darkened and he was furious. His eyes swept around and saw paper with the names of Qingge Ji Yue and the others written on the table.
"Who is Ji Yue?" Bei Yueming seemed to have anger burst out from his body. He clasped his hands tightly and asked angrily.
In his left hand, he was holding a treasure bag containing the seven emotions.
"none of your business?"
Bei Yueming's problem completely wiped out Qingge's last bit of patience and quality. She stood up from the imperial concubine's couch and turned around and was about to leave. Bei Yueming grabbed Qingge's hand,
His eyes were blazing fire and asked angrily: "Is Ji Yue the man from that day?"
Like a husband who was cuckolded, the flames soared into the sky, and the angrily shouting was like a bell on the top of a mountain. When the sound was ringing, the world broke.
Qingge looked at Bei Yueming coldly, and a brilliant smile appeared on the corner of her lips, "Who is it? It's my man! Prince, are you still satisfied?"
Qingge was about to pull his hand out, but Bei Yueming's rational consciousness was completely burned out by his anger. He held Qingge tightly with one hand, wishing he could break Qingge's wrist bone, and raised the other hand high.
He gathered the spiritual energy on his palm, and was unceremonious and extremely cruel, so he wanted to hit Qingge's face.
Bei Yueming gathered spiritual energy in his palm. He wanted to ruin Qingge's face!
Qingge stared at the cold air, and two clusters of flames, one purple and one red, suddenly burned out a surging fire. Qingge pulled out the spiritual energy and burst out all of them. Bei Yueming was shocked by the sudden spiritual energy momentum, and his burly body
Smash a table.
The table with rice paper was next to Bei Yueming. The names of Ji Yue and Qingge on it hurt Bei Yueming's eyes. He struggled to get up, like a wolf or a tiger, trying to completely turn the paper.
Tear up.
Qingge sneered, stretched out his jade hand, released the spiritual energy, and the white and clean rice paper came to her hands. She rolled the paper and put it in the space bag.
Bei Yueming turned around, and in a rage, he used his spiritual energy to shatter the secret bag in his palm. In an instant, the seven emotions poisons permeated every corner of the house, with a faint purple smoke lingering in hazy.
The difference between Qihui Poison and Hehuan Powder and other ejaculation drugs is that these are solid, while Qihui Poison is air, invisible and tasteless, but it is colored.
It was a faint purple color.
Qingge looked at the lilac smoke raging in the air, and suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart. He held his breath and used spiritual energy as a barrier.
But she didn't need to inhale the Seven Emotion Poison into her respiratory tract. Even if Qingge holds her breath, the smoke of the Seven Emotion Poison can penetrate into her body through the countless pores on Qingge's body.
In just a moment, Qingge felt weak in her body. She wanted to activate her spiritual energy, which was very disordered and uncontrollable, and even the mental fire was listless.
She became the fish that was slaughtered on the chopping board.
Bei Yueming kept approaching Qingge. Qingge was struggling just standing. She frowned tightly, her eyes were alienated and cold.
Looking at Qingge, the coldness made Bei Yueming's face suddenly become ferocious and distorted, almost crazy. The resentment that surged from his bones made him hold Qingge and throw him on the imperial concubine's couch next to him.
There were several cracks on the imperial concubine's couch made of shank wood. Bei Yueming rushed forward, his eyes were red, "Ye Qingge, what do you think you are? Have you forgotten that you were following like a bitch before
Are you by my side? Don’t you want to be my woman? I am as you wish!"
Thorn!
Bei Yueming waved his hand and tore off Qingge's clothes, revealing his smooth and jade-like shoulders. Bei Yueming's eyes became even redder. He swallowed his saliva, smiled bloodthirsty, and was covered with calluses.
His hand stroked Qingge's face, "Look at you, you are actually very beautiful."
Qingge's body kept trembling, not even the strength to hold her hands. Her pupils were tightening, and the cold touch on her face made her disgusted. It was a disgusting feeling derived from the depths of her soul.
Perhaps Qingge's eyes hurt Bei Yueming. Bei Yueming laughed cruelly, stood up, raised his foot, and kicked it away.
Chapter completed!