The anger in Qingwen's heart was completely aroused by Yang Bingling, the person in front of him was no longer moving, and the bleak and desperate back, even more angry, had no fighting spirit and backbone completely disappeared in Yang Bingling's body: "It's you who insist on taking this road, even if it's not for yourself, for Hu Ling, you should finish this road, instead of begging for death like a walking corpse like now."

Yang Bingling's fingers were hidden under his sleeves and tightened little by little, he had nothing to exchange, all of this was just a calculation, he was calculated like a guinea pig until now, and even threw himself into a huge furnace after peeling his skin and cramping, enduring the torment from the bottom of his heart.

Yang Bingling's heart was burned into ashes by this nameless one: "What else can I do?" What else do I have now? I can't even leave here, what else can I do for them? ”

Yang Bingling didn't even dare to look back at Qingwen's current expression, even she hated her cowardly appearance now, and even wanted to reach out and kill this face, but it was like a huge leather ball, which was pierced by someone one by one and collapsed completely in the last blow.

Yang Bingling's body shook, and the whole person could only fall down unbearably, Qingwen caught Yang Bingling quickly, from beginning to end Yang Bingling never thought of relying on herself as a husband, which made Qingwen powerless more than once. Qingwen stretched out his hand to smooth Yang Bingling's frowning brows, and his eyelids twitched up and down.

Yang Bingling, who was holding his arm, gently placed it on the ground with a thin layer of his clothes, facing the outside of the cage: "Come out." The tone was unquestionable, even with a bit of command, and a person wearing a cloak and no feet stood upright in the air after a few shakes in the air, and the person clenched his fists and nodded at Qingwen: "Master."

Yang Bingling has never understood Qingwen, let alone knows what Qingwen's strength is, Qingwen sat cross-legged on the ground, and his clothes were pressed under him without image because he was in too much of a hurry: "Go and bring people out, and meet tomorrow."

The man disappeared in the next second, as if he had never been there, only a faint smell of slaughter was left in the air.

The moon is especially bright tonight, the starry sky is even more mysterious, the autumn wind is blowing, and the people around him have a cold war Qingwen carefully protected Yang Bingling behind him, he was careless for a moment Yang Bingling's current body is not good for the wind, and a faint blue circle of light appeared around Yang Bingling.

Qingwen is now full of energy and spirits, and a faint cyan light is pumped out of his two eyes, during the time when Qingwen left alone, Qingwen has never told anyone how he came over, and no one knows how Qingwen's cultivation was at that time.

Qingwen's current cultivation is the elf king, and he also has palpitations when he sees it, and the release of spiritual power is not something that this plane should have at all, Qingwen has also tried to talk to Yang Bingling about these things, but every time he misses it or is an accident, until later Qingwen found that Yang Bingling didn't care very much and never mentioned it again.

For this matter, Qingwen even touched the wine that she had never touched, and for a while Qingwen couldn't understand whether Yang Bingling didn't love herself at all, not only did she not ask about her situation or even tell herself anything, she would rather carry everything by herself than ask for help, and she didn't even say a word.

Under the moonlight, Qingwen's pale cyan eyes gradually glowed with the brilliance of the moonlight, and the unstoppable enchantment in the morning began to dissipate after Qingwen glanced at it, and Yang Bingling was still unconscious, Qingwen's hand passed through Yang Bingling's leg and gently picked up Yang Bingling and covered Yang Bingling tightly with a cloak, out of this cage that trapped him for a day.

The breath of the person in his arms, as well as the convulsions and tremors from time to time, the sadness from the soul was clearly transmitted to Qingwen's heart through a pair of hands, Qingwen had forgotten how long it had been since he had not touched Yang Bingling, as if since the forced wedding between himself and Qian Mei, Yang Bingling had just seen him and walked around.

Under the moonlight, a black shadow hugged a slender and weak woman, slowly walking on the sheep intestine path, a faint cyan light curtain wrapped in the woman and the world completely cut off from this world, no matter how strong the wind outside, the woman could not feel it at all, and sometimes the woman would unconsciously rub into the man's arms.

The night had passed unconsciously, but the elves of this day were destined to be as peaceful and peaceful as before, and a loud scream resounded over the elves, followed by a figure that should have been lively but now empty to run wildly in the street where there was no one in it.

In the elf king's bedroom, the old and greasy elf king's facial features were pulled together, the pupils in his eyes were constantly contracting, the tips of his fingers were almost invisible trembling, and the sound of his teeth touching slightly, everyone around him lowered his head and didn't dare to breathe: "You say it again, what about people?"

Anyone who gets up in the morning and sees the woman disappearing out of thin air after a night of fun with him last night is the terrifying appearance of the elf king now.

This means that it is easy for those who came yesterday to settle their own lives: "What do you do for food?" Guarding such an important thing as the king's dormitory dares to be so slack, and you, as the chief of the guard, haven't found a single hair until now, is this king raising you to let you live for the rest of your life?"

The chief guard lay on the ground, the sweat caused by fear soaked the man's clothes, his spine bent into a scorpion, and the stinging pain of fine needles came from his knees, and he said in his heart: If you want a strand of hair, but can you know whose hair strand? Trying to control himself motionless, he said: "Your Majesty, Weichen must do his best to find out who sneaked into His Majesty's bedroom."

Now this guard commander who has been a guard for I don't know how many years is also panicked in his heart, even in this strictly guarded His Majesty's dormitory, someone has been taken away unconsciously, isn't everyone in this royal city in danger, isn't his own nest more dangerous?

In a small row house not far from Wangcheng, Yang Bingling was lying on the bed with a bloodless face, Qingwen held a small pill in his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, helped Yang Bingling up, and slowly leaned down to feed Yang Bingling in person.

"Why should Your Highness be like this, she won't live long, and it won't help you hurt yourself for her." The face of a witch-like woman is painted with heavy makeup, vermilion covers the entire face of the woman, but the lips are pure white, and the eyeballs are a faint light blue.

At the eyelids, there was a thick pine green, and a huge dark sapphire on the earlobe, and in his hand he held a slender wooden bamboo cane with thousands of threads of various colors.

Qingwen hugged Yang Bingling for a long time, feeling the changes in Yang Bingling's body, if you look closely, you will see that there is a spiritual power flowing slowly in the place where Qingwen and Yang Bingling come into contact. Qingwen's body seeped into Yang Bingling's body, and at the same time, the hideous wounds on Yang Bingling's body were also rapidly healing.

But the woman who was like a piece of paper still didn't wake up, and although the color of her face was much better, she still had the smell of dead ash compared to everyone's faces. Qingwen turned a deaf ear to the witch's words, helped Yang Bingling fold the quilt and carefully set up the enchantment, and then quietly withdrew, everything was so soft, as if Yang Bingling was asleep.

The tender man who was like water just now disappeared when he went out, and there was no more waves on his face: "Go and check a person named Huang Li, I want to know everything he has done about Yang Bingling, and you don't need to come back recently."

The witch's lowered head raised slightly, then fell quickly, and she frowned: "Yes."

The witch understood that what she had just said angered Qingwen, and was rejected by Qingwen, she should have understood Qingwen best, but the last thing he wanted was for others to ignore his decision, and secretly regretted why he couldn't hold it down like this today.

Suddenly, a man in a leotard quietly appeared, and said, "Your Highness, the person has been rescued, but the young master is no longer in the elf palace." That person has been so worried since he came here, not only did he not save Wen Xin, but he didn't even save Hu Ling, this news was selectively suppressed in his heart, Rao is so he doesn't know what the result will be Qingwen.

Qingwen's original iron-blooded methods almost frightened these people, although it has been a long time since they have used their power, but this fear is embedded in the bones, Qingwen once said that the things that he explained can't be done, that is, incompetence No matter what the reason, it doesn't matter if he only looks at the result.

"Go down, go check, if it doesn't work, change it." Qingwen, who seemed to have no care, let the people in front of him have a basin of cold water, cold to the soles of their feet, they have been involuntarily killed since they entered here, and now if they are returned, everyone knows what will happen. Time flies and doesn't stop just because you want it to stop.

Yang Bingling still didn't wake up, during this period, Hu Ling was looking for death but was rescued every time, in order to prevent Hu Ling from committing suicide, he had to tie people up, Qingwen had already gotten what he wanted, and the action was extremely fast When the elves were terrified, Qingwen had already got what he wanted.

The above piles are clearly recorded one by one, everything that happened between Yang Bingling and Huang Li, except for the things in the cold region, as long as someone has seen everything, how Huang Li single-handedly sent Yang Bingling into the mansion, and how he sent people to southern Xinjiang to find Jin Luan, pushed Yang Bingling step by step to the sub-building, and used his own safety to disturb Yang Bingling's mind and snatch Yang Bingling's exquisite ring.

All of this was written down word for word even what Huang Li was wearing at that time. Behind the wine banner that played a big role at that time, it was also this Huangli who had never shown his face, Qingwen didn't know whose share these calculations were, so he thought that this should be the ultimate source.