Mingyou coughed violently, and a trace of blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth. Huaying stepped forward in panic. Mingyou raised his hand and stopped Huaying's movements. He raised his hand gracefully and gently, and wiped away the snow on his sharpened chin without any trace.
Miss Ye, I laughed."
"Brother Ming left the Mercenary Association, where are you going?"
Qingge asked.
Mingyou sat up, gasped for a few breaths, and said, "Where can I go with such a weak and disabled body? Miss Ye, you are the phoenix's life and have the ability to change your fate against the heavens. In ancient times, you were masters of reincarnation.
I have predicted that my brother is eager to take revenge and has even gone astray. I want to save him."
"Save? How to save?"
Qingge sneered, "The enemy of the divination family is the blood clan. Only by eliminating the blood clan can you let go of your hatred. But in the past few years, you have not focused on dealing with the blood clan, but have been tortured me constantly. Maybe, you will say
That was my experience, but I think you should be aware of the difficulties and obstacles that come time and time again, if I die, it will be a useless waste, right?”
Although Mingyou helped her several times, it is understandable that at first, Mingyou, like Ming Qianjue, wanted to revive the divination family and destroy the blood clan through her hands.
The once unbearable act was said mercilessly, Ming You's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and a embarrassed look surged on his face, "It seems that you know everything."
"Miss Ye, you're so..."
Huaying frowned and said unhappily, but Mingyou kept coughing, his indifferent eyes swept into her, and Huaying's voice stopped abruptly.
Qingge rolled her hands around her chest, leaned against the wall, and tilted her head, "What's too much? Is it too much? Or is it merciless? I'm just a female person. You actually tried to let me go with your own strength
Fighting against the blood clan, maybe you are just lucky. If I die, you can regret it at most. Mingyou, isn’t that true?"
"Sorry." Mingyou lowered his head.
"Why do you have to be sorry? At least, you have already put down your butcher knife."
Qingge said: "Ming Qianjue has gone through this step by step until today, it has nothing to do with me, it is caused by his inner demon and you."
"I caused it..." Ming You murmured to himself, his body trembling.
"Ye Qingge, enough." Hua Ying saw Qingge going to continue and quickly stopped him.
Qingge swept over with an eye knife and sneered: "If a person refuses to face his inner demon, then he will suffer the torture of his inner demon day and night until he dies. Miss Hua, you are the only one around Brother Ming.
I think you should know what I mean."
Huaying held her hands tightly, turned her face and looked away.
Of course she knew that it was because Mingyou could not look directly at the pain in his heart that his body was getting worse and worse.
Qingge kicked the ice bed with his knees bent, his elbows were supported on his knees, and his jade fingers were holding his jaw. She looked down on Mingyou with pain on her face and said, "I think, what's your body for the fortune teller?
What's special is that although you refute Ming Qianjue's request, you can't refuse. It is precisely because of your repeated indulgence that Ming Qianjue is satisfied in this game of God. With time
As time passed, the hatred in his heart gradually twisted into a pleasure that tortures people and controls the overall situation. It is precisely because of your condonation that he has fallen into the devil and sinks into the abyss, right?"
Every time I say something, Mingyou's face looks a little ugly.
Like broken jade.
Qingge put down his feet and said, "Your enemies are blood clans. If you have been sharpening a sword to kill the enemy of the blood clan for ten years, maybe I will respect you as a man, but you use the divination ability left by your ancestors to
I am afraid that the dead elders will crawl out of the grave in awe of their wicked graves. It’s really disappointing.”
Mingyou fell on the bed weakly, his eyes empty and clear, "Indeed, all this is my fault."
"It's getting late, so say goodbye."
Qingge bowed again and left cleanly.
Before leaving, Qingge quietly looked at the dazzled shadows and glanced at Beilinghai again.
The eyes of the flower shadows flashed lightly.
Beilinghai looked at Mingyou and Huaying, and then followed Qingge.
Walking through the stone steps on the cliff, leaving the secret room and boardwalk, Qingge stood outside the door, breathing the fresh air.
Since Ming You wants to stand on her side, you cannot be indecisive. If a woman continues to be kind, she will eventually harm others and yourself.
"Your Majesty, go slowly." Beilinghai sent Qingge to the gate of the Seventh Prince's Mansion.
Qingge curled her lips and walked onto the carriage.
When the curtain was lowered, her eyes gradually disappeared from the thick ink of the ancient pond.
Until the carriage was moving far away, Beilinghai's gentle smile gradually darkened.
He walked to the remote place of the royal palace, took out a letter from his arms, put it in a bamboo tube, caught a carrier pigeon, hung the bamboo tube on the legs of the carrier pigeon, patted the wings of the carrier pigeon, and threw it up.
After a few wings, he flew to a high place and disappeared.
A sinister look flashed on Beilinghai's face.
"Northridge."
Huaying's voice sounded behind her, Beilinghai's face turned pale and he was in a panic.
In just a moment, he calmed down all his expression, turned around, and said calmly: "Miss Flower is something wrong?"
Huaying looked at the sky in confusion, "What are you doing just now?"
Beiling Hai's pupils became darker. After a moment, he smiled and said, "A flying geese just now hangs on the branches, and I let it fly."
"Beiling is a good person." Hua Yingxu narrowed his eyes.
"I dare not take it."
"The master's throat is a little astringent. I'll go outside the mansion to find some pastries for him."
Beilinghai was puzzled: "There are excellent pastry chefs in the mansion."
"The pastries in the mansion are gorgeous, I'll go back."
"I'll send some guards to protect the flower girl."
"No need, it will be too eye-catching and will be discovered by Ming Qianjue's people. Besides, don't you believe in my strength?"
"Then, Miss Hua returns early, so I can rest assured."
“…”
Outside the outskirts of the city, a black shadow broke through the sky, and the floating light flew into the sky, grabbing the huge carrier pigeon in his hand.
The carrier pigeon kept struggling, Qingge looked over coldly, and his obsidian-like eyes flashed with a faint green and cold light, which made the carrier pigeon dare not move anymore.
Qingge took off the bamboo tube with a sarcastic smile on the corner of her mouth.
After a few ups and downs, she returned to Ye Mansion.
"Miss, there is a girl waiting for you." Yin Lan trotted over when he saw Qingge.
Qingge nodded and returned to Fengyue Pavilion.
In the courtyard, the flower shadows turned their backs to her.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Hua Ying turned around and a ray of light threw towards her. Hua Ying subconsciously caught it, opened the bamboo tube, took off the letter paper, expanded it, and glanced.
The content in the letter paper is nothing more than telling Ming Qianjue, Ming You, and the flower shadows are in the Seventh Prince's Mansion.
Huaying held the letter paper's hand, and the blue veins rose slightly, and the face under the veil was a little distorted, "Even he wants to betray his master."
"Miss Hua, I will arrange a residence for you later. Don't tear apart with Beilinghai for the time being. He is of some use to us." Qingge smiled and said so. (To be continued)