Ignoring the pain in her forehead, Qingbei propped herself up and got up, and before she could sit up, a dagger glowing with cold light suddenly appeared in front of her.

Zi Yanxinruo held the dagger and shook it in front of Qingbei's eyes, Qingbei's body stiffened, raised her head tremblingly, and looked at Zi Yanxinruo in a daze.

"Say, where is Miss Ben's knife cut?"

Zi Yanxinruo said as she approached Qingbei, the sharp dagger slashed across Qingbei's cheek and landed on the slender neck, the blade moved, Qingbei's delicate skin was cut open, and a trace of blood oozed out of the skin.

Zi Yan Xin Ruo was particularly angry, and waved the dagger to Qing Bei's face, Qing Bei subconsciously reached out to block, Zi Yan Xinruo's knife fell on Qing Bei's arm, and in just a moment, Qing Bei's green clothes were soaked with blood.

"Cheap girl, how dare you reach out to block it?" A knife did not ruin Qingbei's appearance, Zi Yanxin was furious, the dagger waved again and again, and several scars fell on Qingbei's body.

After venting for a while, Zi Yanxin withdrew the dagger, lowered his head and looked at Qingbei, who had no intact body in his body, and most of the anger in his heart disappeared.

Sneering and retracting the dagger, Zi Yanxin reached out and pinched Qingbei's jaw, looked at Qingbei's pale face, and smiled fiercely, "This is the price of disobedience to Miss Ben, Qingbei, you can remember, don't be Ziyanruo's maid in the next life."

Leaving behind the cold words, Zi Yanxinruo shook off Qingbei's head, took out a handkerchief to wipe the dagger, and turned to leave.

The door of the "bang" room was tightly closed, and Zi Yanxinruo's figure disappeared.

Biting her trembling lip and raising her head, Qingbei looked at the direction where Zi Yanxinruo left with panic, and her clenched fist slowly loosened.

Lowering her head to look at her scarred body, Qingbei gritted her teeth, endured the sharp pain in her body, and slowly reached into her sleeve.

She can't die, she wants to live, she hasn't gotten stronger yet, she can't protect Miss yet, how can she die, how can she die in the hands of the second miss.

Blood oozed from the wound, staining her clothes bright red, and Qingbei didn't realize it, just stubbornly gritted her teeth and reached for her sleeves.

Because of the excessive blood loss, she did not have any strength in her body, and what was usually simple was now extremely difficult.

Sweat slipped down his cheeks, soaked his clothes, and his sweat-soaked clothes stuck to his body, rubbing against the wound and piercing the pain in his heart. Her body shook violently, Qingbei gritted her teeth, grabbed her sleeve, and a small white jade bottle slipped out of her sleeve.

Enduring the sharp pain on her body, Qingbei stretched out her hand to pick up the white jade bottle, forcefully opened the stopper, and poured the liquid medicine in the bottle onto the wound.

The liquid medicine was cold, but when it touched the wound, it exuded a trace of warmth, Qingbei bit her lip, endured the sharp pain caused by the liquid medicine to repair the wound, and slowly closed her eyes.

After about half an hour, Qingbei opened her eyes, and her originally pale cheeks had a hint of ruddy, except for the wound on her back, all other wounds had been repaired.

Carefully putting away the few remaining elixirs, Qingbei propped herself up, moved to the table with difficulty, looked at the food on the table that had already been cold, and slowly stretched out her hand.

She wants to live, she must live.

The night, dark and boundless, the night sky without moonlight, revealing a little loneliness.

The palace of the king, the master bedroom of the east courtyard, the atmosphere is strange and extraordinary.

Helian Jue was dressed in dark clothes, standing in front of the master bedroom, and a hundred meters in front of him, two demonic figures stood opposite each other.

One pure purple, one bright red, dazzling.