The noise in the room was too loud. Ye Qingcheng and the others rushed over after hearing the sound. The moment they opened the door, Ye Qingcheng's eyes were bloodshot, his scarred hands were clenched tightly, and his sharp fingernails were embedded in the flesh and blood, unable to hide his anger.
She saw Qingge lying on the ground, the broken imperial concubine's couch fell on Qingge's body, and a trace of blood seemed to spread out from her forehead, her clothes were not tidy, and her shoulders were exposed.
Ye Jingjing, who was following Ye Qingcheng, saw the scene in the room. The innocent eyes seemed to have endless evil spirits poured in. Her limbs were cold, her bones were poisoned, and the blood and color in her body gradually became deeper.
From scarlet to black and purple.
Bei Yueming, who was about to raise his feet and walk towards Qingge, heard the sound of the door opening and looked back at Ye Qingcheng and the other two.
The smog of the seven-emotional poisonous lavender filled the air, and the energy in Ye Qingcheng and his two men seemed to be being drained bit by bit.
But Ye Qingcheng didn't seem to notice this fatal point. She only knew that she could not let that woman be hurt.
Qingge lay on the ground, looking at the door with faint eyes. When he saw Ye Qingcheng, his heart suddenly beating, and there seemed to be flames burning in his chest, which was extremely painful.
She condensed her red eyes, wanting Ye Qingcheng to leave quickly, her lips moved silently, and she said the word "leave".
Ye Qingcheng's eyes swept across Qingge, perhaps because she heard Qingge's words, but her paranoia in her bones prevented her from leaving, but instead she tried her best to walk into the house.
The smoke entered Ye Qingcheng's body, soft and weak. She tried her best to reach Qingge with difficulty. A pair of slender and ferocious hands held the imperial concubine couch made of shank, as if she wanted to press on Qingge's body.
The imperial concubine's couch was removed, but Qihui Poison completely drained her body without any strength.
Ye Qingcheng's face turned red, as if he had spent the rest of his life, he finally moved the imperial concubine's couch away. She looked at Qingge lying on the ground, stretched out her hand, and wiped off the blood from Qingge's forehead with distress.
Of course.
Because her old wounds had not healed but had scabs, she tore the wound apart when she moved the imperial concubine's bed.
She wanted to wipe off the blood from Qingge's forehead, but the blood flowed from the wound on her hand covered Qingge's entire face. Ye Qingcheng looked at her blood-stained hands, and the fuzzy flesh and blood melted into pus and was sticky.
Blood was flowing, and Ye Qingcheng's eyes were full of helplessness. She wanted to pick Qingge up, "I'll take you away, let's wash the blood."
Blood flowed into Qingge's eyes from her eye wings. Qingge closed her eyes, her eyes seemed to burst, the smell of blood dispersed, and the stinging pain was abnormal. Although her body lost its strength, the girl's anger was in the vast world.
, thunderous wodays!
She knew that no matter how she stopped it, the fool Ye Qingcheng would not stop walking towards her.
Ye Qingcheng never cared about her life and death, and could not see how dangerous her situation was. She was the only one in her eyes. As long as Qingge was hurt, even if there was magma and fire under her feet, she still rushed towards her without hesitation.
.
This woman is so stubborn that it makes people feel headache and heartbreaking.
Several footsteps sounded, and Bei Yueming appeared behind Ye Qingcheng. He stood in front of Qingge and the others, looking down at the two men who had lost their minions.
Suddenly, he pulled Ye Qingcheng's hair and threw it to the side. Ye Qingcheng's whole face was twisted together due to pain. Under him was a broken vase. The glass sliced her fair skin, and it was
A pool of blood.
She had no intention of her own wounds, and just looked at Qingge worriedly.
Qingge's body was hot, and his pale skin was rosy, and the fire in his body seemed to be about to annihilate his reason.
And this is exactly the power of the Seven Emotion Poison.
No matter how powerful a person is, he cannot escape the poison of the seven emotions.
The seven-emotional poison is only effective for women.
Bei Yueming squatted down, and his palm, which was rough due to calluses, gently stroked Qingge's neck. When his hand fell on a piece of clothes, he pulled it hard, and a "stinging" sound rang out, and his clothes were thrown all over the floor.
"elder sister!"
Ye Jingjing outside the door trotted in, black and purple blood flowing under her eyes, and the strange and charming aura slowly flowed in the endless river.
The white paper that Qingge always wanted to protect was a dark corner.
The black dirt was smudged like thick ink, and it was extremely fast and no one could stop it.
Bei Yueming glanced at her coldly, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. When Ye Jingjing rushed in, he saw Bei Yueming pouring spiritual energy into his soft boots, and then kicked him away, just in the corner of Ye Jingjing's
Her chest, her already thin body, hit the wall like a scarecrow, and all the smoke from the seven emotions entered Ye Jingjing's body.
The indifferent purple lingers in her countless tendons and veins, and then swallows it. The blood completely turned black. The hundreds of bones in her body seemed to be swallowed by ants. The pain of bone erosion made Ye Jingjing raise her face, open her mouth wide, and scream in pain.
A sound came out.
ah--
The sound is so miserable that it is like a lonely geese breaking its wings and a monkey loses its tail.
Above the sky, there seemed to be stars falling. With a "bang", another bright green lamp was covered by a river of blood.
The last trace of blood in Ye Jingjing's body was stimulated, and Qingge's white paper finally turned black.
The heart-wrenching pain completely distorted Ye Jingjing's face, her eyes were bloodshot, and her body was curled up, but when she saw Beiyue Meditation put her hand on Qingge, she seemed to be extremely angry, and her body was deep inside.
The surging fire surged for no reason. She had to cry and she rushed to Bei Yueming's side. She hugged Bei Yueming's thighs and opened her mouth and bit it. She had never heard of the ruthlessness, and she had barely bitten a piece of it.
Meat comes.
Not only that, Ye Jingjing held Bei Yueming's legs and didn't want to let go, her eyes were full of crazy colors.
She didn't know anything and didn't want to understand.
She only knew that this man was going to bully her sister.
The pain on the legs not only twisted Bei Yueming's face, but the always noble heart is now mottled and distorted, with no humanity at all.
He turned his eyes and looked at the vase beside him, and he was brave enough to show his courage. He waved his hand and covered it with it. The vase was lifted up by him and raised it high...
"No!"
Ye Qingcheng's eyes seemed to burst, and she lay on the ground, her hands stained with blood, and she was very angry.
Qingge suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes were bleeding, but she was helpless. She looked at Ye Jingjing and the raised vase at Bei Yueming's feet. The anger in her heart burned in the boundless wilderness, her pupils tightened, and her body kept trembling.
, She wanted to activate the spiritual energy, but the smoke of the poisonous seven emotions left her no way out. Whether it was spiritual energy or spiritual fire, it became withered and decadent and listless.
Bang!
The vase exploded above Ye Jingjing's head, as gorgeous as silver flowers, dyed with blood, and shattered all over the floor.
Ye Jingjing let go of her mouth, her lips were covered with blood. She knelt on the ground, her limbs were weak and her eyes were dull. Fragments of the vase fell from the top of her head, and blood suddenly poured out, covering her face. (To be continued)