ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

The sky was not completely dark, Xinglian had already prepared everything, and after informing Ruoyan, he avoided the sight of the people in the palace and walked out of the imperial city through the side door.

As soon as he climbed in from the backyard of Qiao's mansion, he saw Nangong Ru waiting behind the wall with a lantern, and when he saw her, a trace of joy flashed in his expression, and he immediately led the way in front and took her to Qiao Ningxi's courtyard.

Walking into the courtyard, when he was close to the door of the house, he could smell a faint smell of blood, Xinglian moved his nose, stretched out his hand and rubbed it, really curious about what method these two mothers and daughters used to hide from the subordinates and Qiao Juncheng Qiao.

When I walked into the room, a wisp of incense burned in the outer hall, and the moment I opened the door, the incense mixed with the smell of blood mixed with a strange smell that went straight to the end of my nose.

There was a moaning sound inside, and you didn't have to guess to know that it was Qiao Ningxi.

Before she could stretch out her feet and step in, a person came out of the house, and through the bright yellow light, she saw that it was Qiao Liuyun who had cut off a hand by her.

The hand injured by the refining weapon is not as good as an ordinary weapon, and it heals very slowly, and at this time, you can faintly see some blood from the white bandage that is wrapped, mixed with herbs to dye a trace of yellow-brown, you don't need to experience it personally, this man has suffered a lot these days.

Qiao Liuyun looked at her coldly, and stretched out his hand to stop the star refining who was about to enter, "If you still want revenge, then I will let you be the bait, don't touch my mother." ”

Xinglian was stunned for a moment and smiled.

This is really rare, being a mother, being a brother, scrambling to be the food for ten thousand Gu worms, so that there is true love in the world, but what...... She doesn't want to see the play right now.

Turning her head and looking at Nangong Ru, her eyebrows raised slightly, "What, auntie, do you want to go back on your word?" If you don't want to, Xing'er will never force you. ”

"No, no, you cure Xi'er first, I'll let you go to Gu!" Nangong Ru hurriedly stepped forward and pushed away Qiao Liuyun who was blocking him, "Liuyun, you stand aside, don't talk much!" ”

"Mother!" Qiao Liuyun frowned, and glanced at Xinglian fiercely, his eyes were vicious as if he wanted to swallow her alive, making his originally handsome face even more distorted, "If you are stained by this Gu worm, you will never be able to peel it off again!" ”

"I know!" Nangong Ru interrupted him, stretched out his hand, pulled him behind him, and wanted to continue, but the moaning in the room was a little heavier, "Mother...... Mother...... Xi'er hurts so much......"

Hearing this voice, the expressions on their faces changed, and they immediately walked into the back room.

Xinglian stood outside the bead curtain with a calm expression, as if he had not heard the painful snort of the woman inside.

If she wasn't Qiao Xinglian, if she hadn't experienced the memory of this body, I am afraid she would really be moved to see such a scene of mother's kindness and filial piety, but she is.

How did Hua Wei die, this hatred was firmly engraved in his heart like a brand, and even Qiao Muyun.

Like Qiao Ningxi's brother, Qiao Muyun also loves his sister so much, but because of the conspiracy of Nangong Ru and Meng Shang, she almost lost this blood relative, and the fight he experienced in a day and a night that almost cost her life, shouldn't someone come to pay off this debt?

Of course, it will be repaid, even a thousand times more than a hundred times......

Reining in her thoughts, a cold smile on her face once more, she slowly walked into the back room, towards the place where the smell of blood was stronger.