Yu Qianqiong didn't know how she accompanied the second prince back to the study, let alone how she lied about abdominal pain and left. By the time he came back to his senses, the person was already standing outside Qingfeng Xuan.

There was only one thought in his heart - kill!

Kill the prince, let the second prince also taste the taste of pain! killed the prince, hid his corpse, and let the second prince keep looking for it. And what he has to do is to chop up the flesh and blood of the prince, send it to the kitchen, and let the cook make it for the second prince to taste. Oh, yes...... The second prince can't discipline his son well, and he is willing to do it for him.

Yu Qianqiong is like a demon who has fallen into the devil's path, with red silk in the corners of her eyes, and her eyes are full of cruelty and viciousness; The internal force is running, as if all kinds of evil qi are flowing around the body. The robe hunted, and his collar was brushed open, revealing half of the manju sawa. The Buddhist beads hanging on his body began to shatter one by one.

He is like a demon who can pull people into hell at any time, obviously with a stunning face, but distorted into a bloodthirsty demon by hatred.

The steel spikes slid out of the cuffs again, and were clutched in the palm of his hand, tightly.

He couldn't hide himself anymore, and pushed open the door of Shizi's room with a blank face and walked in. He came to the large locked iron cabinet, took a deep breath, pinched out a wire hidden in his belt with a trembling hand, opened the lock, opened the heavy cabinet door, and walked in.

The basement was cold and dry, with an ominous smell.

Yu Qianqiong pulled out the steel thorn in her hand and decided to give it a go with the prince!

He wanted him to die, and he couldn't wait, and even the best kind of forbearance couldn't do a little bit of comfort.

Yu Qianqiong was observant and soon noticed that there was a problem behind the curtain.

He opened the curtain with the steel thorn in his hand, and immediately smelled a smell of blood, strong and pungent. His hand in picking up the curtain was shaking, and he didn't have the courage to look at it.

However, it is a must see!

There is no way back, and there is absolutely no way back!

Even if it was a blade sword formation in front, he couldn't retreat!

Cause...... There is no way back.

Yu Qianqiong opened the curtain and saw a row of iron chains hanging on the wall facing her. Under the iron chain, on the ground, a few drops of blood dripped down, and under the illumination of the dark green night pearl, it took on a black-brown color. On the left and right walls, there are various jars in the mouth of the princess. Approaching a crockpot that had been shattered from the ground with chains hanging from it.

Yu Qianqiong approached, squatted down, and touched the thickness flowing from the crockpot with her hand. Surely, it's blood that's running dry. And, it's human blood.

Yu Qianqiong moved forward again, reaching out and twisting the few drops of blood. The blood has not yet coagulated, and it is still smooth under a twist, which shows that the blood has just been left. Perhaps, just after he left Qingfeng Xuan, he stayed.

As soon as he thought that his departure was the beginning of the suffering of the beautiful woman, he couldn't wait to tear himself apart! No, he can't. He's going to kill those brutes first, and then he's going to accompany the beauty!

And we can't give up the slightest hope. He had to find Tang Jiaren, he had to find her. Whether she is alive or has only a corpse left.

Yu Qianqiong stood up, opened another crockpot casually, and looked at it, but saw that there was a layer of blood rippling inside. The fishy smell showed that the blood was not fresh. Presumably something must have been added to this blood, so it didn't clot. It can be stored for a long time, and it does not keep the blood fresh.

Yu Qianqiong shook the jar, and then poked the steel into the jar and gently prick it up, and he skewered out a heart!

The man's heart had already changed color, and there was even some viscous liquid hanging on it, which looked extremely disgusting.

Yu Qianqiong put the people's hearts back without changing her face, and then took out the poison given to him by the second prince, and poured half of it directly into the jar. Shook it slightly, saw nothing unusual, resealed the lid, returned to its original place, and then turned to leave.

If someone likes to eat people's hearts in a variety of ways, then enjoy this heart. With the taste of the prince, I think I can eat happily.

Yu Qianqiong returned to the ground, relocked the iron cabinet, and walked out of the room generously.

At this time, the sun is about to set, and the red glow dyes the sky the color of flames, as if the sky is on fire, and people have nowhere to escape. Yu Qianqiong walked towards the sunset, letting Hongxia cross him to a layer of beautiful color. There was a sparkle of water in his eyes.

I have always been strong because I know that there is no one to rely on. There have been no tears because I know that tears can only be exchanged for more vicious treatment. But in this world, there is a beautiful woman who ties love silk to his heart, which affects his joy and sorrow. Now, this man's life and death are uncertain. If she didn't insist on assassinating the second prince for him, how could she fall into such danger?

Yu Qianqiong has been living secretly, although she is unwilling, she thinks she is an ant. If you weren't for ants, how would you carry a huge package? If it weren't for ants, how could they be beaten and scolded? If it weren't for ants, how could it be so humble? If it weren't for ants, how could they be so inferior......

Yu Qianqiong came all the way to the remote place of the palace and stood still.

He is like a Buddha statue carved out of the name of red dust, with the eyes that blend good and evil, love and hate, joy and sorrow, blessing and sin, looking at the sunset on the horizon. Obviously he has not seen through everything, but he can already give up everything; Obviously there is still expectation in my heart, but I can let go of myself; There is still hope, but they will fall into hell and slaughter all living beings......

His soft and brilliant skin is like a fairy in a painting, coming from a catastrophe.

However, he is not a fairy after all, he can't save himself, and he can't save others. Only the thirst for killing, only blood, can make him tolerate his cowardice, tolerate his timidity, and believe that he can step on the bloody footprints and go on step by step.

At this moment, he felt that he didn't care about anything. If he can't protect his beloved woman, the only meaning of his life is pain and hatred of himself. If enduring humiliation is only the fate of his life, then it will be over. Clearly, clearly, everything comes from oneself, not the hands of others.

He doesn't have to choose his birth and origin, but how to end it is up to him. Thinking about it like this, he actually had a trace of happiness.

Yu Qianqiong took out the small porcelain bottle containing the Seven Summer Drunkenness, picked the cork with her thumb, and then poured all the remaining poison potions into her mouth. Close your eyes and swallow the bland taste poison in your mouth.

A tear finally slowly slipped from the corner of the eye, cut through the delicate skin, and fell into the collar, moisturizing the growth of Manzhu Sahua.

His lips were quietly hooked, and he smiled like an innocent child.

Such a day turned out to be the most wonderful day of his life.

In the next seven days, he can finally live unscrupulously.

That's nice.

The gates of hell are open, and let's see who enters the gates first.

Listen, he could already hear the howling of thousands of ghosts. It's so nice.