Under Ye Qing's signal, the matchmaker entered the black whirlpool.

"Where is this?"

She looked around in confusion, all around her were steep mountain walls, and the mountain walls here were different from the peaks they were on, each of the mountain walls here was sharp like a sharp sword, and the sharp mountain walls were covered with layers of ice.

"Uhhh

A cold light flashed in front of him.

The matchmaker looked at the sharp long ice held in Ye Qing's hand, the stone walls were strong and sharp, different in height and size, the only thing that was the same was that every place was extremely dangerous.

The long ice in Ye Qing's hand was drawn on those stone walls, like pen and ink, and after a while, what appeared in front of the matchmaker was a beautiful woman.

Even if this woman is carved on the stone wall, she is still a blue moon and a city, her eyes are full of gods, a petite and delicate facial features, and she has a simple and elegant appearance.

"What is this?"

She looked at Ye Qing with some surprise, it only took a few strokes to portray such a beautiful woman.

"It's you."

"Me?"

The matchmaker looked shocked, she looked at the portrait of the beauty on the stone wall, and then stroked her face full of nails and scars: "How... How could it be me... I...."

"From now on, she is you!"

The long ice in Ye Qing's hand pointed at her: "You are her!" ”

It has been many years since her appearance was destroyed, after many years, the kind of tragic pain, the matchmaker has almost forgotten, although occasionally dreams back at midnight, she still remembers, and feels the pain of tearing and peeling, but there is a difference between dream and reality after all.

Now, when Ye Qing stabbed the sharp long ice in her hand into her flesh, countless nails were pulled out of her face.

Bloody.

The matchmaker was trembling in pain.

But the man was unmoved.

The long sharp ice went from her jaw, to her left cheek, to her forehead, in a circle across her entire face, and finally tore it off alive.

"Ahh

The matchmaker screamed, and she almost fainted in pain.

The blood-stained skin was lying quietly in front of her, full of holes.

She tried to cover her bloody face, but there was blood everywhere, wounds everywhere, and the hole wound from the nail pulling, so she couldn't do anything at all.

The matchmaker curled up on the ground in pain, and her vision gradually became blurred.

The only remaining perceptions, she clearly saw, Ye Qing walked towards the stone wall of the beauty he had depicted, and the white light flashed, and the beautiful face appeared in his palm.

He slowly approached him.

The matchmaker trembled and wanted to hide back.

But she struggled and collapsed, and she didn't have the strength to move at all.

She could only watch as Ye Qing slowly pasted the beauty skin on her face.

The bone-piercing pain was still spreading.

Especially the moment when the old and new wounds on her face were touched by this cold beauty skin, it was a hundred times more painful than sprinkling salt on the wound.

Her already sore teeth all had the illusion that they were going to fall out.

Blood was dripping to the ground, and each of her slender fingers was trembling, blue and white.

"I want you to enter the palace, become the emperor's favorite concubine, and join forces with the emperor of the Jun Dynasty to deal with Jun Lici!"

Enter the palace...

The matchmaker couldn't hear anything anymore, and at the moment when she gradually lost consciousness, she only heard the two words that came out of Ye Qing's mouth coldly.

That's... Enter the palace ....