This Su Liuli can't scare her away like this.

Mingyue in the coffin was helpless, she could feel the coffin falling rapidly.

Once the coffin falls to the ground, I am afraid that while the coffin board will fall into wood slag, she will also be crushed to pieces.

How is she going to save herself? The coffin was nailed shut, and she simply had no way to get out.

"Bang."

Just when Su Mingyue was still racking her brains to think of a way, the coffin had landed steadily, and it was not broken into sawdust as expected.

At the same time, the coffin lid suddenly flew out diagonally.

The dazzling sunlight pierced the bright moon's eyes, and she saw a handsome face appear above the coffin through the slit in her eyes.

Dressed in white and with black hair, his face is picturesque, his deep black eyes are as cold as a thousand-year-old cold pool, and his face is as pale as snow. Under the illumination of the sun after the rain, this person is like a jade man who walked out of the painting, elegant and fairy, handsome and dusty.

Su Mingyue was really amazed by this handsome face that suddenly appeared, and her heart skipped a beat inexplicably, and she couldn't help but think of a sour sentence in her mind: Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

overlapping with the memory of the original owner, I learned that this person's name was Feng Qingchen, the god of war of the Apocalypse Dynasty, and was given the title of "King of One Word Side by Side" and the title of King Qing.

Such a fairy-like man is actually a generation of war gods?

A touch of confusion flashed in Su Mingyue's clear eyes, and there was no way to hook the words Feng Qingchen and the God of War.

"I'm still alive." Feng Qingchen's cold eyes fluctuated with a hint of surprise, as if he didn't expect Su Mingyue in the coffin to survive.

Su Mingyue's thin clothes were cut into countless pieces, mixed with dried black blood, clinging to the wound-covered skin, and it was shocking to see under the refraction of the sun.

On the blood-stained face, only a pair of eyes were as bright as stars, and there seemed to be vicissitudes in them.

Feng Qingchen came back to his senses from Su Mingyue's eyes for a long time, and as soon as his long arm stretched out, he grabbed Su Mingyue out of the coffin.

Su Mingyue was moved by this, and her body suddenly fell apart in severe pain.

"Let go of me." Su Mingyue struggled, and her body suddenly slipped from Feng Qingchen's hands and fell to the gravel ground.

Pain, every cell in the body is crying out for pain.

The newly spilled blood stained the rubble beneath him.

Su Mingyue endured the severe pain, and glared at Feng Qingchen with annoyance: "Why didn't you catch me?" ”

Having her fall on the gravel and adding new injuries is simply to add insult to injury.

"You said to let you go." Feng Qingchen's voice as clear as spring water blocked Su Mingyue's words, and his hands were put back into his wide sleeves, still with that elegant posture.

Su Mingyue replied confidently: "I didn't let you ......"

Before Su Mingyue could say the rest of the words, she swallowed them directly back into her stomach.

Because her eyes looked down, she suddenly found that such a fairy-like man was actually in a wheelchair.

How can a good person be in a wheelchair? His legs ......

Feng Qingchen noticed Su Mingyue's gaze, there was no fluctuation in his cold eyes, and he didn't seem to care at all that Su Mingyue saw his crippled legs.

"Poisoned?" Su Mingyue's eyes flashed, and she subconsciously reached out and pinched Feng Qingchen's knee.

The moment he touched Feng Qingchen's knee, a mechanical voice immediately sounded in Su Mingyue's mind: Blood poison, made from a mixture of a hundred kinds of poisons, the patient has been poisoned for five years, his legs have been wasted, the poison has entered the internal organs, and he still has one year to live.