Helian Hongye's right hand became more and more hot, and the feeling was familiar, but the people in front of him didn't have time to tell each other's thoughts, and Fu Qingming disappeared immediately. With an empty embrace, he suddenly got up and searched like crazy in the room, even alarming Sheng Meizhu.

Sheng Meizhu walked in and took the lamp, "What are you looking for, Lord Wang, it's cold and I'm getting dressed." He took the coat beside the bed and put it on him.

Helian Hongye grabbed his shoulder, "Did you see it, did you see that she didn't, she came back, she came back!" The hand dug deep into Sheng Meizhu's flesh.

Sheng Meizhu endured, "The prince is late at night, everything will be fine after a sleep." With that, he slapped his palm on the neck, "The prince is offended." Stretched out his hand to clasp the fallen body, sighing, "Alas~"

"Heh," Fu Qingming got up suddenly, gasping for breath, the suffocating feeling seemed to almost kill her, her whole body seemed to be fished out of hand water, she struggled to get up from the bed, gasping for breath. The swaying curtains were disgusted with her dampness, and the little mouse anxiously climbed on her shoulder, "How, how, but see?" ”

The oxygen in the chest cavity seemed to be drained by itself, and it hurt, and the chest burned for a while. Unspeakable pain, she couldn't bear to be tortured like this. The whole body seemed to be on fire, and every inch of skin resisted the contact of the air. "What's going on, what's going on? Han Bingluo, Han Lang, cough, cough, cough cough......" his voice was extremely hoarse, and he couldn't say the last word.

With a click, the beads fell to the ground, and the rounded surface became cracked, and cracks suddenly exploded, and suddenly exploded in front of her. Fu Qingming's body fell down suddenly, "uh-uh......" couldn't make a sound, his breathing was short, and his body was constantly twitching.

"Qingqing, Qingqing, Zhuzhu, Zhuzhu......" The little mouse panicked, Fu Qingming's face was hot, and it seemed that her skin would fall off at any time.

In the panic, the little mouse had to bite open the window and run out, crawling to Han Bingluo and squeaking eagerly in his ear. "What do you come to do, go and go." As he spoke, he pulled it away, and the little mouse bit it down hard.

"Hiss~" Han Bingluo sat up and lifted its tail, "The little thing can't sleep well, what are you doing here?" ”

"Help, help," Squeak called very eagerly, and Han Bingluo frowned and thought for a moment, "You lead the way." "Put it under the bed.

The little mouse glanced at him and ran two steps, then looked back at him and motioned for him to follow, not understanding that the little mouse was stupid. I didn't have time to get dressed, and I rushed to Fu Qingming's bedroom.

The door was slammed open by him, but what came into his eyes was shocking, it was not Fu Qingming who was lying in a pool of blood, Han Bingluo's eyes were scarlet, and he staggered and pounced. "Fu Qingming, Fu Qingming, little girl, what's wrong with you?" Hands on her wrists, rapid and disordered internal breathing, chaotic meridians, her internal organs seemed to be pressed by something, forced to twist together. Constantly changing positions, and if you continue, there is only one result, and that is death. She was bleeding from her seven orifices, breathing weakly, and her eyes were dazed, but he couldn't help the firm plea for help.

He also panicked, "Someone," the person hiding in the shadows was also startled when he came in, "Master,"

"How is this, but someone comes in?"

"No, the subordinates promised that no one had ever come in, only the little mouse was alive."

Han Bingluo closed his eyes, "Is there a way to quietly bring Su Muyan out of the Zeen Palace?" ”

"Master, even if you make a move, it will be a little difficult, let alone us, but it's not that you can't try, I'm afraid of startling the snake."

"Phew, if she's done now, we'll all be done! Bring Han Lang, she protects Fu Qingming, and a few of you follow me into the Zeen Palace. ”

"Why didn't the master invite Chen Sirui? His medical skills are above Su Muyan. ”

Han Bingluo just gave him a look, and the man obediently shut up. A group of eight people are all dressed in black, escorting Han Bingluo into Zeen Wangfu at night, they are desperate, if that girl burps today, no one wants to live alone, but it is to disturb the one in the palace, and it is better to disturb than to die.

And Han Lang, who was left, was facing the situation of being helpless against himself, "Fu Qingming, I won't quarrel with you, you tell me, how can I help you, how can I help you......" Her current appearance, Han Lang thought she was bold, but she didn't dare to take a second look at Fu Qingming's appearance.

He rolled out of bed in pain and fell to the ground, curled up, his blood-red shirt soaked. The skin of the face gradually fell off, and then the eyes, the flesh and blood were steaming, and Han Lang watched a good person evaporate in front of her eyes, if it weren't for the blood and water in one place, she would have everything she had was an illusion...... Grown mouth and couldn't believe it.

"Ahh Yunmo squatted down and touched the blood on the ground. Put it under his nose and smell it, and looked at the frightened Han Lang and said nothing.

He stood up and walked to the bed and lifted the curtain, but he noticed the flash of light. He took out a handkerchief and carefully removed a very thin thread from the top of the bed, put it between his nose and sniffed it. He tossed it aside again, and stood on the bed to look at the top of the bed, where there was a small patch of wetness about the size of a tiny fingernail. The thread was taken from there, jumping off the bed and flying to the roof without a trace.

He fell back to the ground and stood beside Han Lang, "This time she really can't come back, let's return to the clan!" ”

"Holy Lord, she was fine when she just ate, she was fine." Poor look.

Yunmo rarely touched the top of her head calmly, "Our clan has been defeated." ”

"Holy Lord!" Han Lang grabbed the corner of his clothes, "What about Fu Qingming?" ”

"Still don't understand? Corpse water, tortured to death by corpse water. ”

"Corpse water? The corpse water left by the ancestors can't be in the clan, it's too late for us to protect her, how can we ......" her pupils dilated instantly, "Not good, brother," quickly got up and wanted to rush out, Yunmo grabbed her back collar.

"It's late,"

"Die, I'm going to die with him! You let go, I'll ......" rolled his eyes, and Han Lang was knocked unconscious. Looking at the pool of blood again, all the efforts had quietly come to naught. At the same time, it is also a pity that the girl, although it took a lot of effort to stabilize her body, and she has saved a different use value from the beginning, but it has always taken all her energy, time and desire to do so, and now it is not only a pity for herself, but also a pity for her hard-won rebirth. It's a big deal to do it all over again, but how long can the Witch Doctor wait, how long can the Spirit Witch wait, how long can Helian last, and can he continue to recall her...... It will take several more generations to work hard over and over again, and everything will be ruined, all ruined......

With a heavy heart, he collected the blood and brought it back to his clan.

Is Fu Qingming really gone like this, how can it be......

Everything seems to be going on in Helian Batian's plan, and tonight is especially happy. Stroking Hai Dongqing, who had grown up twice, stroked its feathers one by one, and was very satisfied with its merits. Feeding him a piece of meat, he wiped the silver threads on his paws with his own hands, and laughed. "What about fate, but that's it. Talk to me Helian Batian about the destiny of heaven, hum, naturally it is the fate of the widow to win the sky. What about Ziwei Xing, the widow said that if he is not a king, he can't become a king, what about his children and grandchildren, what about the widow and grandson, the widow will let you do what you want, the widow will let you do what you want! Haha," sneered haughtily, he was very happy to be so calculated, he liked it very much. Because every move he makes is especially happy to see others get caught up in his own chess game.

Hai Dongqing shouted at him twice, he was worthy of being the man he fancied, and he liked it decisively and ruthlessly. What are those cats and dogs, they were simply killed into scum in front of him.

Helian Batian was very happy, "You like it too, don't you, haha"

This night was really happy and some sad, and Han Bingluo knelt at the feet of Helian Batian in embarrassment at this time. That Hai Dongqing shouted at him happily twice, and Han Bingluo snorted, "Traitor!" Listening to his words, Hai Dongqing screamed more cheerfully.

Helian Batian admired him very much for wanting to kill him like this, but he couldn't get angry. "I haven't seen my national teacher for a long time. How did you get like this? ”

"Father," Han Bingluo lowered his head, hiding his emotions.

"Father? Hehe, are you shouting about widows? Why don't you remember that you have such a son, let me think about it? Oh, by the way, your mother is Feng Wu. Tsk, why didn't she inherit half of her beauty, ugly is really ugly, it makes the widow look uncomfortable, and the widow is in a bad mood, so naturally he can't make your culprit feel better, come on. ”

"Holy Lord," Helian Hua appeared in the palace.

"Someone broke into the palace at night, wanting to assassinate the widow, pull this person out to abolish cultivation, and hang it on the city gate to dry meat in the sun for 7749 days!"

"Whoa!" Helian Hua immediately sealed Han Bingluo's mouth, not waiting for him to have any chance to explain. With a muffled snort, his life's cultivation was gone. It was dark in front of him, and Helian Batian didn't even bother to look at his shadow.

When Han Bingluo woke up, he was already dressed in a lonely and cold hanging at the gate of the city. has become the big devil in everyone's mouth, and people can't wait for him to be tortured.

A few days later, Helian Batian stepped into the Zeen Palace's palace for the first time in more than two years. "Father," he knelt on the ground.

Helian Batian quietly observed him, and the dazzling purple light was still protecting him......