Gong Huang Jue's brutal black pupils rippled with a cold light.

He tore apart the imperial list in his hand and scattered it on the ground. Then, cold eyes swept around.

"The king has not seen or heard anything of today's events, but what about you?"

Everyone was shocked, is the prince breaking the rules by himself?

They were surprised, but they did not hesitate, and quickly echoed: "We didn't see anything, we didn't hear anything. ”

They spoke very quickly, for fear that if they took one step slower, they would fall into hell and that.

Gong Huangjue glanced at them indifferently, he nodded with satisfaction, and then said coldly: "It's okay, let's go down." ”

cough cough cough - cough -

After three days and three nights without a drip, coupled with the inflammation caused by the injury, Rong Qiao collapsed seriously on the fourth day, her face turned pale, her lips were purple, dry and cracked, and she was red and bloody.

She clutched her chest, coughed constantly, felt a burst of cold and heat all over her body, and her head was dizzy, like a lot of bugs burrowing into her brain, constantly devouring her brain cells, and the pain made her inexplicably upset and inexplicably manic.

She stared at the sunlight shining through the small air window, and the small beam of light source was like a little match girl, holding a match to light the warmth.

cough cough cough - cough -

Her chest was choked in one breath, the heat was constantly surging through her throat, and the saliva she coughed up was bright bloodshot. Rong Qiao stared at the corrosive and disgusting iron plate, the blood streaks melted into the stinking sewage residue, and she couldn't help but vomit again.

When she finished throwing up, she sat limply against the corner of the iron wall, her hands clasped around her knees, trying to fuse the heat of her whole body together and warm herself. She raised her eyes, and there was a look of sadness and indignation in her clear eyes.

I didn't expect her to be Qiao Yingming I, but now she ended up like this, she really capsized in the gutter, and it was too big.

Father, mother, little brother, do you know I'm here?

Will I make it to the last time I see you, will I?

Thinking of the three of them, a hazy mist welled up in her dry eyes.

She was inexplicably sad.

Speaking of which, since she was a child, this is the second time she has suffered this kind of adversity.

She can't beat and beat that cold-faced man, and she can't escape from this loyal prince's mansion, she really can't call the heavens and the earth, is she really dying in this loyal prince's mansion?

NO - NO - NO -

She Rong Qiao hasn't taken revenge yet, she can't die, she definitely can't die, a ruthless color crossed her clear eyes, even if she wants to die, she must wait until her family avenges her and collects her body properly.

cough cough cough - cough -

The frantic cough drained almost all her breath and suppressed it, and she suddenly felt dizzy in front of her, her vision was dark, and her body plopped.

Like a broken doll, it fell to the ground with a heavy fall.

Bang –

The iron door opened at this moment, and outside the door, a ghostly figure, a pair of cold black pupils, floated through a faint mist at this moment.

He had been waiting for her outside the door for three days, waiting for her to beg for mercy, even if it was a shout, he might show up to give her internal strength and heal her.

But she didn't say a word, she didn't even say a word. Only the soul-inducing cough, the voice was rapid, the voice was wheezing.

He squatted down and raised his hand to caress her frighteningly white face inexplicably, and the hot sensation of his fingers touching it passed to his hand. She's having a high fever!

"Damn stubborn woman!" He cursed in a low voice, inexplicably angry. He hugged Rong Qiao, who had passed out, and went straight towards the Lonely Wind Tower.

Darkness, only darkness in front of her, boundless darkness, never-ending darkness, she groped her way in the darkness in a panic, slowly leaning over, probing through.

Slowly, the darkness dissipated, and a bright light shone obliquely on her body, and the silver glittering light enveloped her.

At the top of the light source, she saw the man dressed in black.

His face was as cold as a wasteland, and his eyes were sharper and colder than the ice arrows of the thousand-year-old snow-capped mountains.

Black, blending in with the dark environment.

It looked dangerous, but she smiled.

She felt that she was saved.

But when he got closer, she found out.

In his hand, he held a dagger with a cold light, and the snow-like cold light was aimed at her heart.

NO - NO - NO -

How could you do this to her, how could you do this to her, she shook her head and retreated, retreated, and there was no way to retreat.

"Slut, go die!"

The dagger flashed in the snow, slammed into the ground, and stabbed her in the chest.

She didn't have time to be surprised, staring blankly at the blood on her chest, slowly printing and dyeing, dripping to the ground.

"No-" Rong Qiao, who was unconscious on the cloud, suddenly screamed, her forehead was full of beads of sweat, full.

Gong Huang Jue's cold black pupils flashed a flash of light.

With a force in his palm, he pushed her back, injecting a steady stream of true qi into her body.

In the dark, she was cold, and suddenly felt a warm sun shining on her body, her stiff limbs slowly stretched, and her condensed eyebrows, like the spring breeze blowing through the dry and curled blades of grass, slowly stretched the peak of her eyebrows.

Seeing this, Gong Huangjue's brutal black pupils, the frozen luster broke a gap, he flattened Rong Qiao's body, and thoughtfully covered the quilt for her.

He looked at the sleeping Rong Qiao with a slight frown, then got up indifferently and turned around to leave.

Suddenly, his arm was pulled by a powerful force.

In his deep black pupils, the light vibrated as he stared at Rong Qiao's clasped hand.

He raised his hand and wanted to use his dexterity to break free, but unexpectedly, Rong Qiao grabbed it tighter and harder, and his nails almost sank into his flesh.

"Why kill me, why kill me, why, why, why—" Her voice grew louder and louder, and infinite grief and anger came out of her lips.

Gong Huangjue's dark pupils shone slightly, round and round.

"I'm not a slut, I'm not a slut, Mo Yutang, you slander me, slander me, you're too ruthless, too ruthless! I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, Moyutang! ”

Rong Qiao on the cloud collapsed and began to tremble, her voice trembled, as if she was gritting her teeth.

Gong Huangjue's arm was stabbed with blood marks by Rong Qiao, but he only condensed his sword eyebrows slightly, didn't say anything, and didn't make any moves, just let Rong Qiao maim his arm with his teeth and claws, and he didn't even say a word.

"Ink Rain Hall! I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, as long as I have a breath of air, I'm going to kill you! ”

As if with deep hatred, Rong Qiao, who was unconscious, suddenly pounced and bit into Gong Huangjue's arm hard.

She bit so hard and so deep that she didn't spare any strength, as if she wanted to drink its blood and cut off its skull.

Gong Huang Jue's sword eyebrows deepened, and his cold lips pulled slightly, but there was no other movement.

Who is this Ink Rain Hall? Why when she was in a coma, what she never forgot was that person, he must have left a very important place in her heart, or his two words, slut, evoked her painful memories, let her fight him to the end at all costs, let her fight with him regardless of her life.

What kind of hatred does that person have with her?

When Gong Huangjue was thinking about this question, Rong Qiao's lips tasted bloody, a bloodthirsty and desolate smile rose on her lips, and the expression on her face suddenly became very peaceful and calm.

She slowly lay back and lay back.

The hand that clasped his arm like an iron clamp slowly loosened and put it down.

Gong Huangjue stared at the place where his arm was bitten out by Rong Qiao, his dim and uncertain eyes floated, and then he glanced at her lightly and turned to leave.

Outside the door, Chunlan came in with a basin of hot water, and when she saw the blood stains on Gong Huangjue's arm, her eyes were shocked and she almost screamed. Gong Huangjue's cold black eyes floated past her indifferently.

"Take good care of Lady Seventeen."

Leaving this sentence, he left, he wanted to investigate and see, who was that Mo Yutang?

Rong Qiao woke up from a groggy state, she opened her eyes, raised her head and rubbed her faintly painful eyebrows.

A faint glance at the surroundings.

The stunned light color instantly floated her clear eyes.

Isn't this the Lonely Wind Tower? Could it be that she was hallucinating? She should have stayed in that disgusting iron house, how could she wake up at this time in the Lone Wind Building, could it be that she was sleepwalking?

She rolled over and collapsed, her weak body slamming to the ground.

Exposed to the cold collision, Rong Qiao dared to believe that she had indeed come out of the iron house, and she was indeed in the Lone Wind Building.

It's just that how did she come out, how did she get to this lonely wind building, could it be that her father, mother and little brother found her, and they heard the cry in her heart, so they came all the way to save her?

Her eyes suddenly lit up, her hands supported the ground, she stood up slightly unsteadily, she leaned against the wall, walked out slowly, and shouted in ecstasy: "Father, mother, little brother." ”

But the answer to her was a hard wall, a cold wall.

Raising her eyes, the cold and outstanding figure floated into the afterglow of the corner of her eyes.

At this time, the three familiar faces she wanted to see, she didn't see, and the person she didn't want to see the most was standing in front of her.

Rong Qiao turned around and left, not caring whether her body could support it, she walked quickly, but accidentally bumped into the sharp table leg and fell to the ground.

Gong Huang Jue's cold black pupils flashed a flash of light, the corners of his cold mouth were tightly pursed, he took a step forward and hugged Rong Qiao, who had fallen to the ground.

"Let go of me, I don't need you to pretend, the weasel greets the chickens for the New Year, and there is no kindness at all."

As she struggled, her eyes drifted to his arm as if it had been stained with blood, as if it had been bitten by some animal.

Could it be that the wolf he fed bit him? Haha - that wolf is so cute, she indirectly avenged her, and she must thank the wolf for biting Gong Huangjue.