Shen Qingyu looked at Mo Qingying coldly, as if he was looking at a dead corpse.

"The antidote to the broken soul, bring it. ”

Hearing this, Mo Qingying's expression moved slightly, and her slightly trembling voice was mixed with a fierce meaning: "You were sent by Mu Yao's slut?"

Shen Qingyu's eyes were half-squinted dangerously, and his original patience seemed to be completely sold out in an instant.

The sword blade was placed on Mo Qingying's neck with lightning speed, and the strength and distance were extremely good, as long as Mo Qingying moved slightly, he would enter his throat with a sword.

"Bring it. ”

Mo Qingying, who was dripping with cold sweat on her forehead, looked at the imposing black-clothed man in front of her with a pale face, and her heart rose to her throat.

Her throat rolled, Mo Qingying only felt that her breathing suddenly became a little uncomfortable, and she stumbled on her white lips, and she stumbled: "Broken soul scattering is the most poisonous in the world, and there is no cure?"

Hearing this, Shen Qingyu's heart instantly sank to the bottom, and the remaining hope was also wiped out after her words.

Seeing that the person in front of him seemed to be a little distracted, Mo Qingying's eyes rolled around, and she was about to turn around and run away.

But the man in black was like a pervert, and barely gave her a chance to react, and the cold blade pierced her neck.

Mo Qingying glanced at it with a frightened face, only to see that the bright red blood was falling on the white snow, and the blood was extremely dazzling.

She frowned, and said something indistinctly, as if her eyes were about to pierce Shen Qingyu.

Shen Qingyu glanced at her expressionlessly, pulled out the sword body, and turned away indifferently.

The moment the sword body was withdrawn, Mo Qingying seemed to have lost all support, her knees fell to the ground, she stared at the back that was gradually moving away, and her trembling raised hand did not touch the bleeding neck, but the whole person was white-eyed and died on the street.

Shen Qingyu had only taken a few steps, but his body was light, and the tip of his nose was wrapped in a cold fragrance in the next second.

"Xiao Chengyu, I'm so tired. She murmured, and her little face was pressed against the man's body, and there seemed to be a bit of despair in her tired eyes.

He couldn't help but hug the person in his arms a little tighter, and Gu Jing Wubo's eyes shattered a little distressed.

In today's situation, no matter what you say, it seems that it is so powerless.

"Sleep. A gentle voice came from overhead.

She slowly knocked her heavy eyes, but her heart was a mess.

What should her Yaoyao do?

Suddenly, her heart hurt again, this time it hurt more than the previous times, she bit her white lips tightly, even if she tried her best to endure it, she couldn't help but whimper in her mouth.

His heart sank, he looked nervously at her in his arms, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The woman's face is really good now, and her beautiful face is tightly pressed together because of this.

"It hurts, my heart hurts. ”

Hearing this, Xiao Chengyu's face turned pale, and his feet sped up.

Putting the woman on the bed, looking at her biting her blood-soaked lips and her pale face, Xiao Chengyu's eyes were slightly gloomy, and she hurriedly untied her clothes.

Under the dim candlelight, I saw countless black lines split out from the ground in my heart, and the black lines seemed to be hidden under the flesh and skin, which looked a little shocking.

His breathing was unconsciously disturbed, how could this be?

Returning to the building on a snowy night, which small courtyard outside the city is extremely quiet.

Xiao Chengyu didn't dare to delay, and hugged Shen Qingyu, who had fainted, all the way to Gu Nanxun's foothold.

After a brief look, Gu Nanxun's always indifferent face swelled with a touch of heaviness.

His heart suddenly tightened, Xiao Chengyu, who had always been light and indifferent to everything, looked at Gu Nanxun nervously and asked, "How?"

Gu Nanxun seemed to sigh, and said word by word: "Devouring **." ”

Just three words shocked Xiao Chengyu.

How did she get this poison?

As if seeing his doubts, Gu Nanxun said, "Do you remember that time in Liujiazhuang?"

He naturally remembered that at that time, they chased to a mountain forest with the sound of a monster, but later reacted that they had fallen into someone else's plan, and when they rushed back, she fainted due to Gu poison.

Seeing that he seemed to think about it, Gu Nanxun's eyes were slightly gloomy, and he said: "At that time, Ye Xiaoqi's middle school was just **, in this case, I guess that what was taken out at that time was just a mother Gu." ”

Xiao Chengyu said in a deep voice: "You mean there is still Zi Gu?"

Gu Nanxun's face turned pale: "Yes, it should be when the mother Gu was taken, the mother Gu was born, and with the passage of time, the child Gu sublimated in her body, turning from ** to devouring**." ”

After listening to Gu Nanxun's words, Xiao Chengyu silently glanced at the girl who was lying on the couch as if she was lifeless, and her eyes were surging.

"Is there a way to crack it?"

Gu Nanxun glanced at the girl who had fainted but was still frowning, and said, "Feng family, the king of ten thousand Gus, maybe it will work." ”

The two of them who were thinking about countermeasures did not notice that Shen Qingyu, who had originally closed his eyes, suddenly opened a pair of eyes, but those eyes were empty and bloodshot red.

The night was thick with wind and snow, and the black and oppressive sky seemed a little oppressive.

After receiving the emperor's secret message, Song Zhiyuan hurriedly entered the palace.

Compared with other palaces, today's Qianlong Palace is brightly lit.

After the father-in-law who was waiting outside the palace gate reported, Song Zhiyuan entered the palace with a nervous mind.

"The emperor knocks on his father. ”

Si Beichen, who was on the soft couch in Kowloon, teased his slightly heavy eyelids, and said in a deep voice: "It's so late, what's so important?"

Hearing this, Song Zhiyuan frowned: "Didn't my father send an edict to let his sons enter the palace?"

Si Beichen sighed, and a smile appeared on his face.

They seem to have been put on the table.

Seeing this, no matter how stupid Rao is, I'm afraid he has already figured out the meaning of this.

Song Zhiyuan's heart chuckled suddenly, it seemed that he was careless this time, and he was calculated.

At the same time, the imperial palace, which had been silent in the night, was suddenly brightly lit, and as the palace gate was opened, a magnificent team of royal guards surrounded the imperial city at an extremely fast speed.

With a loud noise, the closed door of the hall was pushed open, and the father-in-law, who had just stood outside the hall, fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Then, Song Haotian, who was dressed in silver and white armor, walked in majestically, followed by the national teacher.

"What does His Royal Highness the Crown Prince want to do?" Song Zhiyuan asked angrily.

Si Beichen snuggled on the couch without moving, not only did he not panic at all, but also found a comfortable posture very calmly.

It looks like a spectator.

Song Haotian had no time to take care of his father, who was already running out of oil, and a pair of eyes full of ambition and viciousness fell coldly on Song Zhiyuan's body.

"King Song Zhiyuan traveled to the palace at night and wanted to murder his father, but the crown prince Song Haotian rescued him in time. After a pause, he sneered and said, "Is this okay?"

Song Zhiyuan was furious when he heard this, and his body trembled slightly for some reason.

"Song Haotian, you are despicable and shameless. ”

Song Haotian smiled indifferently: "What?"

After speaking, Song Zhiyuan, who was no longer in charge of his anger, turned to look at his own "father" on the couch, and sneered: "Father, you have been sitting in this position for so long, should you change your son's seat to sit?"

Si Beichen looked coldly at Song Haotian, who felt that he was still in power, and the corners of his mouth outlined a few mocking arcs, and the depths of his eyes seemed to be contaminated with a bit of murderous intent.