Qing Liu's hand stretched out, and the gauze fell on the ground in his palm, which happened to stick to the pool of sticky blood flowing down from the bed.
At this time, Mei Niang took a step forward, and the soft silver embroidered shoes stepped on the gauze, and dark red blood spread around her feet.
She looked down on the woman on the bed, "Ye Qingge's spirit beast is extremely powerful. You can't beat her. How about making a deal with me? I can help you get disfigurement."
"What deal?" Qingliu asked withstood the pain on her face and narrowed her eyes.
"You have two ribs in your chest that are the materials my master needs. As long as you are willing to exchange two ribs, I can help you get revenge. As for her spirit beast, you don't have to worry, I have a way to restrain it."
The woman is gorgeous and her voice is charming.
Qingliu's pupils expanded slightly, "Just two ribs?"
Mei Niang nodded and repeated Qingliu's words, "Yes, only two ribs."
"Okay, I'll give it to you!"
Not to mention the two ribs, even if she exchanged all the bones on her body, she would make the woman and her spirit beast die poorly.
Some hatred will take root and sprout and be difficult to curb once it has.
Mei Niang lowered her head, her eyes were gentle, and her tenderness was like water, but she was filled with murderous intent.
Colosseum.
A man in a purple robe sat on a chair in front of the chessboard. The black and white chess pieces were shining. He dropped a white piece, put away a strand of black piece, and threw it into a jade bowl.
It seemed as if the sound of bells and drums sounded, Ming Qianjue raised his hand, put his handprints on his fingers and counted.
After a long time, a charming smile appeared on the man's face. He looked at the chessboard that painted the universe, the universe, and whispered: "I have been playing so long and have been playing games for more than ten years. I should take them back one by one.
Now.”
Meanwhile, the Mercenary Association.
The man lying on the bed rolled on the ground, and only the violent coughing sounded in the vast and gorgeous palace. Every time he coughed, there was also sad blood.
Mingyou knelt on the ground with his knees, holding the stone pillar, his body shaking, and he was still coughing.
On the couch next to it, a flower shadow in a snow-white gauze dress was lying on it to rest, covering it with a fox fur blanket.
Hearing Mingyou's cough, she woke up like a frightened bird, ran to Mingyou with her naked feet, and helped Mingyou up. Maybe the floor was too slippery, Huaying staggered, and the two of them fell to the ground again. Huaying
Holding the ground with both hands, feeling the warm touch in the palm, Huaying's pupils contracted, she fell to the ground, raised her hand, and her fair hands were stained with Mingyou's blood.
The bright red blood gradually turned purple and black under the gaze of the flower shadow.
Huaying screamed in horror. She didn't have time to wipe off the blood from her hands and didn't stand up. She moved her body to Mingyou a few times until the distance was very close, so close that she could hear each other's breathing sounds clearly.
Chu.
She clutched Mingyoutu's clothes tightly with her hands, her joints turned white, her lips dried up, and her whole body was trembling, as if she was waking up from a nightmare, with only panic, "It's worsening, your body can't last long."
Hua Ying's eyes widened, and her hands were trembling.
"I know."
Mingyou leaned against the stone pillar, sat weakly, his head drooped, and his picturesque eyebrows and eyes were now like porcelain on the edge of the table. Once he fell to the ground, he would be crushed to pieces and would be doomed.
The man's face was covered with death, and it was gray and white.
The pale hand stretched out from the sleeves and patted the woman's hand clenching her clothes as if comforting.
He was so young, but he seemed to have seen through the various aspects of the world. He looked up at the sea and bowed his head to the mulberry fields. He was like a wise man. Regarding the future, he had long expected that he would not fight or grab, but he stirred up his weak body.
The country is in the world.
"Do you know?" Hua Ying looked at Ming You unwillingly.
She crawled forward a little, her hands stained with black blood held Mingyou's clothes and almost roared: "Since you know why you still let this happen, why do you want to set up a situation where you can die? Why?
”
Huaying turned around, got up in panic, ran out barefoot, and the gauze dress was shimmering, the woman was so beautiful, and the stubbornness in her eyes made people heartbreaking.
"Ming Qianjue, I want to kill Ming Qianjue, he will kill you!" Hua Ying growled hysterically and ran out frantically.
Mingyou smiled weakly.
"If he doesn't let me die, I will kill myself. Be good, come back."
Huaying covered the golden lacquered gate of the palace with tears in her face. When she heard the words of the man behind her, she stopped, turned around inch by inch, and turned back.
Her body sat weakly along the golden thread of the door, sitting on the cold ground, with gauze piled up, like flowers in bud, beautiful, but it seemed to wither and wither at any time.
Yes, she had known that this person was walking towards hell step by step, and she could only watch helplessly as the young man who was once full of energy and clothes and horses became increasingly degenerate.
"Hua Ying, how old are you this year?" Ming You asked.
The two were separated at the two ends of the empty palace, and there seemed to be a galaxy between them, which was a chasm that could never be crossed in eternal life.
"Twenty-three." Huaying replied.
"Twenty-three?" Ming You raised his head, his eyes were a little frivolous, and there was no trace of blood on his pale face. "So you have been with me for eight years."
The flower shadow bit his lips, and tears were all in his eyes.
She raised her head, wishing she could break her neck, but she refused to let her tears fall.
"When I die, you can find someone to marry."
Mingyou said, his voice was weak and powerless, and his anger was like a wandering stream, "You are my Mingyou, and you will be glorious when you marry. After all, who do you like? In the four-star territory, except for the blood clan, you can marry.
.”
Huaying couldn't help it, her throat was so painful that she couldn't speak. The tears in her eyes surged out like a broken river.
Who do you like?
He was the one she was thinking about, but he asked her who she liked.
The flower shadow stood up shakingly, like a thin willow in the wind, and was thin, as if it would fall to the ground at any time.
She held the luxurious golden lacquered door and looked at the weak and powerless man sitting on the ground. Her eyes were determined. She chuckled, as cold as frost, and said self-deprecatingly: "What if I like you? Will you marry?"
"Stop messing around--"
Mingyou's face froze and said.
Hua Ying walked forward with a deep pace. She walked to Mingyou and looked down at the man at her feet, "Do you marry?"
"I'm sick and will die at any time. If I die, you are a widow."
"Don't do this, I'll feel sorry."
The Dao of Mingyou.
A ferocious look crawled into Huaying's eyes, "Widow? So what about widow? If you die, I can die with you. No one except you want to marry..."
Since the ancient road started eight years ago, her heart has been decayed and can no longer be regained.
As long as he is willing to marry her, even if she has only one night's husband and wife, she will not regret leaving this in this world.
But the cruel thing is—
He said, Huaying, but I don’t want to marry you.
The woman fell to the ground again, her eyes full of despair. She opened her heart and left it like a worn-out clog. (To be continued)