All the doubts point to the fact that Jiang Wumian's identity is not simple.

Dragon vein, dragon vein.

"What is a dragon vein?"

Sang Baiqiu shrank her body in pain, she was really afraid of Ye Qingwan.

Wheezing, he said, "I don't know, this is the secret of our Lonely Moon Pavilion, and only the Pavilion Master knows about it." ”

"I've told me everything I know, give me the antidote."

"Please, give me the antidote."

Sang Baiqiu wanted to pull Ye Qingwan's sleeve, but the man had already stood up one step ahead of her and stayed away from her?

A silver light flashed in his hand, and there was already a blood hole in Sang Baiqiu's eyebrows.

Her eyes were open in pain, the fundus of her eyes was bloodshot, and she didn't seem to know how she had died, and she had already died.

Ye Qingwan walked into the mortuary, she heard Ye Xiyang talk about this mansion, there was a large basement below, and many people were used to test medicine.

Day and night, never stopping.

She sent someone to find the rest of the room, and only the mortuary where the corpses were stored was left.

Press down a mechanism, the wall turns, and a staircase slowly appears behind it, very long, leading to the ground.

Ye Qingwan opened the fire fold and walked downstairs, the deeper he walked, the stronger the smell of blood became.

From time to time, a few severed hands or legs come into view.

The dimly lit basement, already damp, with the smell of blood, makes it feel like hell.

Ye Qingwan's body gradually froze.

I can't help but think of the villa in my previous life, she was also imprisoned in the basement, forced to do experiments, forced to learn medical skills, martial arts, once she couldn't meet his requirements, there would only be endless scolding and beatings.

The heart seemed to be tightly held by a pair of hands, the heartbeat accelerated, and a chill jumped on the back, and I couldn't breathe.

She stood there for a moment before continuing her journey.

What catches the eye - it is something that Ye Qingwan can't even look at directly.

She had dissected corpses, but she had never seen anyone, and she could be so cruel as to turn a corpse like this!

-

in the Royal Palace.

Jiang Ye, who had been staying in the imperial study, suddenly raised his head, a ghostly light flashed in his eyes, he quickly got up and walked out.

At this time, Gonggong Li suddenly paced in and ran in: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asks to see you." ”

Jiang Ye suddenly sneered, and his gloomy face really frightened Gonggong Li.

Jiang Ye has always been a person who is moody, he has followed him for so many years, and it is the first time he has seen him so angry.

Jiang Ye flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly: "Let him in." ”

"See Father."

"Oh, I can't help it, I can't control you now, dare to play tricks with me."

Jiang Ye snorted coldly, his eyes fell on Jiang Xuecheng's body, and he seemed to have seen him all through.

"I really underestimated you too much, do you think that as long as Jiang Jingyao raises troops to rebel, he will have a chance?"

Jiang Ye squinted, and the fire light reflected in his dark and obscure eyes, which was scorching.

Without any extra temptation, he just said everything.

"Jiang Xuecheng."

This is the first time Jiang Ye has called him by his first name.

"Father misunderstood."

Jiang Xuecheng knelt on the ground and didn't look up, his body was covered by a black shadow, and Jiang Ye's shoes appeared in front of him.

He was still deferential.

Jiang Ye squinted, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"You're good."

"But I don't like to be calculated."

Jiang Xuecheng felt that his strength suddenly increased, and his bones were about to be crushed by him.

"Come on, show him to me, if he makes any moves, don't be merciful."

After Jiang Ye's words fell, several black-clothed people appeared around, each with a long sword pinned to their waists, and there was no superfluous emotion in the exposed eyes, only cold-blooded and ruthless.

"Father, the son is just-"

"Just what?" Jiang Ye lowered his head and stared at him.

"You have to remember that this world is still mine, not yours."

After the words fell, Jiang Ye left the imperial study.

And Jiang Xuecheng wanted to stand up, but as soon as he moved, the long sword had already stabbed over and put it on his neck.

"Your Highness, don't move."

Jiang Xuecheng had no doubt that if he moved, not only the sword in this person's hand, but also the sword in the hands of the rest of the people would be stabbed together, and there would be no mercy.

In desperation, he could only kneel there, and could only pray in his heart that Jiang Wumian would not have an accident.

I didn't expect Jiang Ye to react so quickly.

He originally thought that Jiang Jingyao's rebellion could make him anxious.

It seems that he miscalculated.

His gaze swept over the guards around him, calculating in his heart that if he had to fight hard, he would have a good chance of winning.

-

In the forbidden land.

When Jiang Wumian walked to the depths of the forbidden land, the whole person was like being taken out of the water, his clothes were soaked with sweat, his pale face, the bright red in the center of his eyebrows, evil and demonic, a pair of vertical pupils, with ruthlessness, under the dark, his whole person was covered with a layer of mystery.

However, this forest, which was turned into a forbidden place by the emperor himself, was empty and empty.

The blue pupils swept by, and he was like a beast, looking for his prey.

"Are you looking for this?" A bright yellow figure suddenly appeared, standing in the air, holding a golden scale in his hand.

As if there was some kind of induction, the moment the scales appeared, on Jiang Wumian's body, small scales appeared, not obvious, just looming.

Those dark blue eyes were gradually covered with gold.

Jiang Ye stood on a high place, quietly watching the changes in his body, the sneer on the corner of his mouth getting deeper and deeper.

The scales, even a little bigger than Jiang Ye's hand, exuded a faint golden light.

Jiang Wumian raised his eyes coldly, and his body suddenly rushed out and rushed towards Jiang Ye.

With the momentum of off-strings.

Jiang Ye only lightly hooked his lips, put the scales into his sleeve, raised his hand, and his palms quickly sealed, and they met Jiang Wumian's palms blatantly.

His body was very strong, and he knocked Jiang Wumian to the ground almost instantly.

Jiang Ye pressed his head with one hand and clasped his shoulder with the other.

"Do you know that your appearance is really similar to your mother, very similar to ......"

There was nostalgia in his tone, which fell into Jiang Wumian's ears, but it only made Jiang Wumian feel nauseous.

"Jiang Ye, you don't deserve to mention her!"

"Huh...... Sleepy, you seem confident that you can take what you want from me. ”

Jiang Ye hooked his lips sarcastically, and the expression on that face was hideous.

"You know how much I love your mother, and I can tolerate her when I know that she betrayed me and fornicated with others."

"But...... Your face is seven or eight points similar to her. ”

Jiang Ye's fingertips gently brushed over Jiang Wumian's cheek, and then, choked his neck.

Jiang Wumian looked at him expressionlessly, and the golden vertical pupils reflected Jiang Ye's face, this expression made Jiang Ye stagnate.

"You're like this, so I want to get you even more."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword broke through the wind.

He quickly turned and dodged, the sword wind cutting through his clothes, and even a strand of hair fell.

Sharp eyes shot over.

"Who is it?"

The man walked out of the darkness, leaned against the tree, and stared at Jiang Wumian, who was lying on the ground in embarrassment.

It was rare to see him like this, and he admired it generously for a while.

Jiang Ye stared at the person who suddenly rushed out, his gaze swept over him, but because he was wearing a mask, he didn't have any clue.

As the man stepped out of the shadows, both men saw that his left arm was missing.

Jiang Wumian sat up from the ground with difficulty, coughed violently a few times, and his weak body made him have no strength to stand up.

With a wave of his right hand, the long sword slashed past Jiang Wumian's face and fell back into his hand.

Jiang Wumian: "......"

The man in white squinted at Jiang Ye: "Jiang Wumian, I want it, give you three breaths of time, you can leave by yourself." ”

Jiang Ye noticed that this man's eyes were tinged with a touch of gold.

It's like the remnant sun on the horizon, with the danger of palpitations.

It was his instinct.

Just as Jiang Ye was about to leave, the man in white suddenly said, "Leave the things that should be kept, let you take them for so long, and it should be returned to the original owner." ”

Jiang Ye's face was not very good-looking, and his eyes gradually covered with a layer of gloomy color.

"You're, the people there."

There was a hint of disbelief in his tone.

It seems that he doesn't believe that the people there will come for a Jiang Wumian.

It is also impossible to find out his identity at all.

He had clearly destroyed his foundations.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ye breathed a sigh of relief and threw the golden scales to him with great interest.

The man in white caught it casually.

Then he naturally threw it to Jiang Wumian.

After Jiang Ye left, the man in white walked to Jiang Wumian's side and squatted down to look at him.

"You're too weak, but anyone who comes can crush you."

Undisguised disgust in tone.

Jiang Wumian looked at him coldly: "You have already come." ”

Very affirmative tone.

The man spread his hands and said, "I just want to know how far you can go." ”

Jiang Wumian looked at his casual appearance and snorted coldly.

This guy is clearly watching a play.

"What's going on with the left arm."

"Broken by your little princess."

Jiang Wumian remembered that before they fell off the cliff, Ye Qingwan had injured him with poison.

He hooked his lips slightly, and his gaze was indescribably gentle.

His little princess.

"However, how can your body be so weak? Can those poisons really hurt your body? ”

The man in white narrowed his eyes with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

Jiang Wumian shook his head, obviously he didn't want to say anything, but when he helped him stand up, the whole person shook violently, holding the scales tightly in his hands, piercing his fingers, blood mixed into it, and a touch of warmth came from the wound.

Suppress that weakness and pain.

And all this, the man in white did not notice, but only knew that his body was weak and terrible.

There was a faint worry in my heart.

With such a weak body, it was him who came this time, and he could still show mercy to his subordinates with his mother's face, but what if he changed someone else next time?

How can he protect himself?