Weng Jin's face was so pale that he stood in place, his lips trembled violently, his knees weakened, and he fell to the ground with a "poof". He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the cold made him shiver.

The light faded and everything returned to calm.

Bei Qingyan's bright eyes also changed back to their normal color, but her eyes were still cold, and her body exuded a radiant light.

"Who are you?" Weng Jin supported the ground with his arms, kept stepping back, and let out a frightened cry for mercy from his mouth: "Please, please spare me." I didn't put those rats, nor did I put them on my aunt, they weren't me, as long as you let me go, I'll tell you who framed your brother. ”

"I don't need you to tell me, Prince Ben will find out." Bei Qingyan raised his hand to wipe away a blood stain from the corner of his lips, his voice was extremely gentle, and he said clearly word by word: "Whoever owes him, this prince will not let go of any of them." ”

"Brush!" Two cold rays of light burst out, and two eyeballs rolled out of Weng Jin's eye sockets and fell to the ground. The bloody hairpin swung violently towards his "lifeline".

"Brush!" His lower body soon turned bright red.

"Ahhh Weng Jin was like a skinned frog, rolling on the ground in pain, shouting in horror: "You are the devil, you are the devil......

Bei Qingyan did not kill him, but walked towards the interior of the forest. Because she wants him to taste a torture that is more painful than death, without eyes and without the dignity of a man, it should be more terrible than death!

Night had fallen, and darkness had swallowed up the last rays of the setting sun in this purple bamboo forest, and layers of translucent green mist floated in the air.

The medicine in Bei Qingyan's body began to flow in the blood unscrupulously, and the effect of the medicine was violent, like a burning fire, and she even began to have difficulty breathing, but the remaining killers were still outside the purple bamboo forest, and she couldn't go back to the palace.

All she can do now is suppress the toxin.

"Rub rub" the sound of leaves scratching across clothes.

"Whew!" The domineering wolf howl broke through the air and shook the sky, a kind of shocking low roar.

After Bei Qingyan saw the surrounding situation clearly, he took a light breath, Oops! Hundreds of search wolves were coming in her direction. But then she heard a burst of rapid breathing from far and near.

"Plop" a man fell beside her.

She looked at it by the moonlight, and the man was covered in blood, his face was pale, and he had a bright knife stuck in his heart, and it seemed that he could not be saved.

"Childe, please, please do something!" The man raised his hand covered with blood and grabbed her brocade robe, handed a brocade bag red with blood to her, and said in a trembling voice: "Will, hand over this brocade bag to the hands of the third prince." Qian, you must not be ...... by Feng Qian Yes! ”

Before his words fell, a terrible scream came out of his mouth, and the back of his head was pierced by a long arrow, killing him instantly. Several silver threads were like a white flying dragon wrapping around the brocade bag that had not yet reached Bei Qingyan's hand.

"Sting!" It was pumped back, and it all happened in the blink of an eye, no, faster than the blink of an eye.

"Master National Teacher! The brocade bag has arrived, and this person has died! A burly man knelt down in front of a black horse and held a blood-stained brocade bag high above his head. He was followed by hundreds of Langya guards in gold armor and iron clothes, as motionless as sculptures, and at first glance they were well-trained.

Bei Qingyan looked at it through the sparse moonlight, this black body was uniform and tall, and the mane scattered around the neck was black and shiny, exuding strength and nobility.

The owner on horseback was dressed in a luxurious and dazzling purple and gold brocade robe, with sable collar hair draped over his shoulders, and three thousand black hairs scattered on his shoulders at will, just like the smooth flow of the Milky Way Waterfall. His long eyebrows are in the sideburns, his thin lips are as red as spring plums, and his seemingly bewitching and beautiful purple eyes reveal a cold murderous aura.

Could it be that he is the current national teacher, Feng Qianjue?