Ye Qingtian and Qin Kui both took the spiritual energy together and turned around to look at the girl with black pupils and white hair.
The girl's eyes were cold, her back was straight like a sword, her red lips trembled slightly, and the moment she spoke her voice, it seemed like a cold wind was passing by.
Ye Wuhen's face was covered in blood and his eyebrows were frowning. Mo Xie suddenly turned his head, and a trace of worry and confusion flashed in his eyes.
Yes, no one can understand her.
"Ye Qingge, are you serious?"
Even the Northern Yue Emperor was stunned for a while. He thought he would fight to the death today, but he never thought that Ye Qingge would plead guilty!
"Will I make a joke about my wealth and life?" Qingge sneered.
She raised her steps and walked forward, her body was light and bloody, and the dead soldiers who were blocking her way forward looked at the girl coming towards her, and her heart was full of coldness and a heartbrokenness.
A little panic, he couldn't help but make way for him.
Ye Qingcheng stood in the middle of the crowd, her crescent-colored long clothes hanging on the pool of blood, her eyes condensed, and she was full of murderous aura.
She wanted to rush over and kill all the people who were betraying her, but she was powerless and could only watch the girl she had always wanted to protect gradually walked into the door of death.
Before Qingge walked towards the Northern Yue Emperor, he held Ye Qingcheng's hand, clenched it tightly, and used a lot of force.
Silence is better than sound.
Ye Qingcheng understood that Qingge told her not to act rashly, but how easy was to do this?
She would rather have thousands of arrows pierced into her heart and go to hell, and she would not want to see her who was thinking about her, crawling forward in the bloody storm.
"Grandpa, wait for me."
After passing Ye Qingtian for a moment, Qingge's voice was buried in the rich night.
Ye Qingtian stood in the ground in a terror, watching Qingge walking towards the Northern Yue Emperor.
Ye Wuhen stretched out his hand and stopped Qingge, "Why?"
Qingge stopped and looked at Ye Wuhen with distress.
She pursed her lips tightly, for a long time, raised her hand, plucked her sleeves and wiped away the blood from Ye Wuhen's face.
"If I want to live, even if Emperor Beiyue comes, I can survive." Qingge stood on tiptoe and leaned against Ye Wuhen's ear, his voice soft, like a mosquito and flies.
Ye Wuhen looked at the girl with complex eyes, as if Mansha Zhuhua was charming in her eyes. He looked at her with a slight smile, neither humble nor arrogant, not afraid of favors and disgraces, and was filled with a desolate aura.
When he arrived in front of Emperor Beiyue, his jaw was slightly lowered, "I have admitted the charge of killing Beiyueming, Xin Wanjun."
Emperor Beiyue looked at Qingge with ferocious eyes, and for a long time, he laughed and said, "Okay, come here, I will take my daughter Ye Qingge to the Criminal Law Library prison."
The dead soldiers flocked over, two of them stood on both sides of Qingge, locking Qingge's hands, and their movements were extremely rude.
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Mo Xie stood beside Ye Qingcheng, and the girl's long clothes were reflected in her treacherous and unruly dark pupils. The dark tide was surging wildly. He finally couldn't help but rush over to stop her, wanted to hold her hand and take her away.
Leave this place of failure and go to that world of no dispute.
Suddenly, someone grabbed his wrist, Mo Xie turned his head, and the murderous intent in his eyes spread in calmness, "Xiao Rufeng, what do you mean?"
Xiao Rufeng was slightly stunned. Mo Xie had never been so fierce to him. At least, Mo Xie, who had been with him for more than a dozen years, seemed to be in a flowing atmosphere, but in fact nothing could disturb his emotions, even if it was
No matter how untolerated Xiao Rufeng does something, Mo Xie will just laugh out loud.
"Don't go."
Xiao Rufeng looked straight at Mo Xie, "When we protect her like this, she will not treat her life as a joke. She does this, but she does this."
He knew that what Qingge thought and what he could do was to make less harm before the dust settled.
"You asked me to just watch her bell in prison, just watch it?" Mo Xie roared, like a dormant leopard, a vulture holding a corpse.
"You can only watch."
Xiao Rufeng said: "This is her battle."
Mo Xie looked at Xiao Rufeng with gentle eyes and looked at him calmly.
After a long time, Mo Xie seemed to be exhausted and surrendered. He lowered his head and said helplessly: "I just want to protect her."
Xiao Rufeng looked at Mo Xie, feeling mixed emotions and mixed feelings.
The bright red robe swayed through the air, and the curves were stunning. The man in the red robe turned away. He walked casually, half drunk and half awake, half dreaming, and his hands were clearly slender and as slender as jade.
I took down the gourd at my waist, looked up and took a few sips. The fragrance of wine was everywhere on the battlefield of fighting, with only blood, and everyone's eyes fell on the man in red clothes.
He shook by, with his picturesque eyebrows and eyes unruly. While he walked, he drank the newly brewed wine. Among the thousands of troops, he seemed to be a wild ghost who could not return, only free and easy
A passionate feeling.
At the same time, Qingge was taken to the dungeon of the Criminal Law Library by two death soldiers, and ran against Mo Xie. During the killing, the two walked in two different directions.
One is free and wild and accompanied by wine, the other is imprisoned and has no hope.
"What the hell do you want to do?"
Before leaving, when approaching Dongling Cod, Dongling Cod frowned and said.
"I want to live."
After the sound came, the girl in a long ink dress was taken away by the dead soldier ruthlessly. Dongling Cod looked at her back with complicated eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.
Asuka and Toroko were furious, Tu Lieyun took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Let's go, go back."
"Boss!"
Hu Zi was unwilling to give up and threw out the streaming gun in his hand. The blue lightning blew the tip of the gun, and the wind broke through, as if it would break out of the air at any time, giving people a fatal blow.
Asuka stood beside Huzi, frowned, and the wolf-toothed knife carried on her shoulder was shining with a cold light.
Tu Lieyun sat on the Huliu horse, overlooking Huzi and the other two, and said, "If she wants to fight, as long as she says, I, and you, no one will retreat. No matter how life or death is ahead, she will accompany her.
In a battle, but since even she has chosen this path, what else can we do?"
He didn't believe that such a strong-willed girl would just plead guilty easily.
But the facts were right in front of him, and he had to believe it.
The hand holding the reins deepened a lot of strength, Tu Lieyun's eyes lowered and his eyes were deep.
"Go back, Wuming wants to save her brothers." Asuka turned over and horse.
"But I don't want her to die." A trace of pain flashed in Hu Zi's eyes.
Although Qingge is similar to his age, he really regards Qingge as his master.
He always remembers the girl wearing a dark ghost pattern mask, her style of training in the West Sea, her bloodthirsty on Phoenix Mountain, her graceful and graceful manner, and her emphasis on love and friendship.
In times of crisis, she could stand up, but now she was trapped in danger, so he didn't want to stand by and watch. (To be continued)