The leader is in chaos in the wind, and the sky is the sky, what kind of person has he offended?
"Don't worry, Mayor Qingliu has a bad relationship with her. Even if Ye Qingge wants to move his muscles, it's not your turn to Brother Li." The guard said again.
The leader quickly said, his heart finally settled down.
But why does it become more and more uncomfortable to listen to this?
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Qingge and the horse entered the mayor's mansion, narrowed his phoenix eyes lazyly, and rushed to the place where the sound of the green willows sounded just now.
A house.
The windows on both sides of the house are airtight and are nailed by cross-wood. The sharp end of the nail penetrates the wood and reveals it from the window.
The door was half open, and there were yellow Taoist talismans sticking on it, strange, gloomy, and panic.
The rotten smell penetrated from the house, which made people sickening. With the house as the center, all the weeds and flowers in the square radius withered, and when they withered, they were covered with purple and black colors.
The sky is gloomy and the air is dull and depressing.
Qingge's eyes retracted and fell on the door, flowing coldly, extremely fierce!
It seems that Ji Yue's disappearance is indeed related to Qingliu.
"Miss Ye, since you are here, why don't you come in for a cup of tea?" Qingliu's voice was sometimes cold, sometimes charming, and unpredictable.
Singing lightly as a dormant leopard, she was strictly guarded, her whole body was tense into a string. She turned over and got off the horse, her dragon robe was weeping blood, and her feet were calmly walking into the house.
Green willows are full of tricks and must be very careful.
Qingge raised his hand, pushed open the door, and quietly pulled out the evil energy from the twenty-fifth tendon veins to cover his body just in case.
If an accident happens, it is better to fight back quickly and not give people a chance to breathe.
The room was dark and dark, and there was no sunlight. When she walked in, the door was closed automatically, as if a dark wind had raised three thousand white hairs behind her.
Qingge's eyes flashed slightly from the corner of her eyes, and a cold light shone. She glanced at the door behind her and took a step forward.
Finally, his eyes settled on the charming women on the bed.
Qing Liu was wearing a sickly white dress. The clothes above the waist seal were a little open, and the snow-white softness appeared faintly, like ink black hair, casually dispersed, the eye sockets were inward, and the eyes were dull and dull. The hatred flashed by occasionally makes people jump.
Half of Qingliu's face rotted completely!
Her body was extremely thin, no, she could no longer be described as thin, she was only a layer of skin and bones.
"I haven't seen you for so many days, I miss you very much." Qingliu smiled strangely. When she saw Qingge, she seemed to have a little bit of energy in her pupils.
After saying that, Qingliu coughed violently, and all his internal organs were about to cough out.
Qingge asked with a cold face and a voice, "Where is him?"
"He? You are talking about that fox, right?" Qingliu Yanran.
Qingge's momentum is fierce!
Sure enough! Here in Qingliu!
"Where is he?" Qingge walked to the bed, swung the Ming King knife in his hand, and the sharp blade was placed in front of Qingliu's neck.
Qingliu smiled instead of anger, with no fear in her eyes, "Do you care about this fox?"
“Where?”
Qingge's face looked like frost, the blue veins on the back of her hands swelled up, and her temples leaped suddenly. She looked at the weak woman on the bed, and her murderous intent increased instead of reducing.
"Do you love him?" Qingliu's voice suddenly sank.
Qingge pursed her lips tightly, her eyes bleed.
Qingliu seemed not to see the murderous intention in Qingge's eyes, and she laughed wildly. The two liang of white flesh on her chest were shaking hard because of her excitement. She laughed loudly, coughing while laughing, panting with breath,
Regardless of the Mingwang knife that was crossing the neck, blood flowed down the knife.
The white clothes gradually became bright red.
"It seems you really love him." Qingliu smiled mockingly, "Ye Qingge, Ye Qingge, you are so stupid!"
"You are so beautiful and smart but confused for a while. You will fall in love with a spirit beast. Do you know the price of falling in love with a beast?" Qingliu's body was twisted under the sword of Mingwang, and her neck was covered with blood.
Her eyes widened, her white eyes were covered with blood, and she was about to break her eyes, and her eyes widened, "You will not die well, you will not die well! Do you know!" She roared at Qingge.
Qingge suddenly bent down his upper body, facing his face, with a strong and resentful aura and a silence, "Don't you think you are not going to die now?"
Qingliu's ferocious body suddenly froze, as stiff and cold as a corpse.
She stared at Qingge and suddenly became fierce, trying to bite Qingge's ears. Qingge frowned, held the Ming King's knife and straightened up, retreated, Qingliu pounced in the air and fell to the ground.
"Isn't you going to die well? Am I?" Qingliu smiled, "If you don't go, the person you fall in love with, oh, no, it's a beast, he will die."
Qingge's body was cold.
"Ye Qingge, have you ever heard the sound of bones breaking in wild beasts?"
"You don't know how funny it is that your spirit beast, that fox, and soul struggle in the fire of purgatory."
"I heard that when I was holding a sharp knife at midnight, I could make a spiritual leather jacket into a spiritual leather jacket. I would definitely look handsome when I put on this spiritual leather jacket to fight!"
"Do you know, I took the embroidery needles for women to mend clothes, and I stuck them all along the pores of his body. Unfortunately, Qingshi Town is just such a big place, looking for it from door to door,
Only four thousand can be found."
"It's a pity that it didn't fill his body."
“…”
Later, Qingliu said something, Qingge didn't remember anything, her brain was hot and hot, and the tingling perception in her brain made her collapse. She held her hands tightly and could take the enemy's head among thousands of troops.
At this moment, even the standing body is gone.
Her eyes widened, and the bottomless pit was pitch black in front of her. She only saw the green willow lying weakly on the ground, her cherry red lips opened and closed, and she was talking.
It turns out that words can really kill people like swords.
Qingge would rather suffer from the pain of reincarnation and the pain of rupture of muscles and veins, and would not want to listen to Qingliu's words.
But Qingliu continued to say, and every sound was like a sharp blade, slashing on Qingge.
"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that I tied him to the prison car, pierced his limbs with iron nails, and asked the guards to parade the streets. I also said that this is the fox of the Heavenly Evil, which will bring bad luck to Qingshi Town, as long as
They can eliminate the bad luck by giving him a knife."
"Ye Qingge, I really should let you see how bloody the scene of people in Qingshi Town slaughtering him..."
Bang!
A knife penetrated Qingluo's shoulder blades and buried it into the floor beneath him.
Qingge's eyes were scarlet, and there seemed to be a blood demon flower blooming in her pupils. The blood river rolled. She was as fierce as a devil. Even if the demon was here, she would not dare to confront her head.
The pain of cutting the bone marrow through the flesh made Qingliu's body tremble. She opened her mouth wide, and a mouthful of blood was sprinkled out, and then it spilled on her face.
Qingge went crazy, her eyes turned red, and she shouted angrily: "Where is he?" (To be continued)