Chapter 144: What to Bet On?

"Hehe, then you think he won't know that you're in the palace?" With the ability of the Blood Palace, how could he not know Xiao Ye's whereabouts, Bai Qiyue has always been ruthless, but anyone who betrayed the Blood Palace would not end well in the end. Not to mention that she is hiding in the palace, even if she escapes to another country, he still has the ability to capture her. Xiao Ye can still live to this day, I'm afraid she still has a trace of value for him.

Xiao Yexiu's eyebrows froze, and a flash of panic flashed in her eyes hidden in the darkness, no one knows the power of the Screaming Blood Palace better than her, let alone the Imperial Palace, even if she hides to the ends of the earth, the people of the Screaming Blood Palace still have the ability to pull her out. She had personally dealt with a few traitors, and she still couldn't forget what happened to those people before they died.

Now she is like a fish on the mudflats, she originally thought that if she betrayed those sisters who were born and died with her, that person would give her everything she wanted, but that person finally reversed. Hehe, since she is unkind, don't blame her for being unjust.

"Wutian, why don't we make a bet?" After collecting my thoughts, my heart is horizontal, and now I am ready to send it. As long as you hold the people in front of you in your hands, you believe that those people will not dare to act rashly.

Dye Hua sneered in his heart, and his brilliant eyes flashed with a touch of absoluteness, originally thinking that for the sake of the former 'master and servant', he could spare her life, but now it seems that there is no need at all.

"What are you betting with me?" Dye Hua smiled arrogantly, and there was a hint of ridicule at the corner of his lips.

"Bets? Rest assured, the bet is more than enough. Xiao Ye hooked her lips and sneered, she wanted to see how much the devil who was high up in the sky cared about this chess piece.

Dye Hua's eyes were slightly cold, and a layer of frost gradually covered her beautiful little face, it seemed that she had already known about her injury, otherwise, she would not dare to speak to her so arrogantly.

Although I don't know what happened before, I occasionally heard Tsing Yi say that Feng Wutian's position in the Blood Palace is second only to the Palace Master Palace Leng Yue, for such a huge killer organization, how strict the level is, the difference between one level is the difference between heaven and earth.

"Then it's up to you to have the ability." The dyeing painting suppressed the sound extremely low and cold, and exuded a terrifying and compelling momentum. Regardless of her past life or this life, she can't tolerate others using her as a temptation to hurt the people she cares about. There are some things that are cherished because you have too little.

Xiao Ye trembled, and her little face turned pale, didn't it mean that she had lost at least five layers of internal strength? What's going on with this terrifying internal energy now, isn't she hurt at all, it's just an illusion she made.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, now she doesn't have any mind to guess the beginning and end of the matter, what she needs to do now is to gather the internal strength of her whole body in her arms, and make every effort to resist this wave of powerful internal energy, after a moment, the blood on Xiao Ye's depressed face faded, and it was difficult to breathe, it felt like being in a high-pressure vacuum, and the internal organs seemed to be crushed. For a moment, she felt as if her soul had been stripped alive.

The throat was sweet, and a warm smell slowly slipped down the corners of his lips, and a trace of unwillingness flashed under his eyes, but ...... What if you are unwilling, you can only blame yourself for being inferior to others......

At this moment, the little face hidden in the darkness has long been as white as paper, even the lips are showing an extreme white, the sweat on the forehead slowly gathers, and the beads of sweat the size of beans roll down the pale cheeks rapidly, hitting the ground, and it seems that the sound of sweat beads breaking can be heard.