The intermittent word baby is very coincidentally connected together, as if she is calling her nickname closely, even if it is unintentional, but it also arouses Wu Ying's heart numb.

But the look on her face became more and more calm and solemn.

The red pupils were faint and dull, like a cloud of blood ink that could not be dissolved, even though Wu Ying's eyes were full of painful exhaustion at this moment, but when the red pupils stared at him quietly.

Ling Tiansu actually had a chilling feeling in his heart, like falling into the abyss and hell, but he noticed a trace of inexplicable weirdness.

That subtle feeling took root in the heart, but it was never germinated, so that it was impossible to catch the traces of the ethereal feeling coming from.

The lights flickered, and the blue torn clothes were scattered all over the ground.

Ling Tiansu was confused for a while, and the sudden current situation made it difficult for him to sort out his chaotic thoughts.

The hand that has always held the sword very steadily, but at this moment it is trembling slightly.

What is happening today......

What a bastard!

How could Wu Ying be a daughter?!

How could the murderous ghost baby who made Kyushu tremble and the world lost color and shocked the years, how could it be a daughter?!

Saying......

Is there a difference between male and female ghost babies?

Thinking about it, the back of his hand suddenly cooled, but it was gently swept by a cold and lifeless palm across the skin between the back of his hand.

The hem of the robe that was tightly pulled under the palm of her hand was gently pulled by her, Ling Tiansu only felt that he was glanced at faintly by the pair of red pupils, the meaning of the black lines between the cold white skin did not dissipate, and the sharp eyebrows and eyes of the cold murder still carried a deep sense of pain and forbearance.

Ling Tiansu looked over with a slight stunned gaze, and saw that the pale and delicate fingers were weakly pulling the black robe.

The eyebrows and eyes can't be said to be cold or otherwise, in short, all kinds of emotions make Ling Tiansu unreal.

The rage, rage, hideousness, humiliation, and anger that should have been there are all invisible, and it is impossible to figure out what should be.

Ling Tiansu didn't know if there was a terrifying killing in the sea of waves and clouds hidden under the calm appearance like stagnant water, asking for his life and letting him fall into a place of no return.

He was not afraid of what kind of storm would come, not to mention that Wu Ying at this moment was in a weak period when the Ghost Lan Flail Curse broke out.

If she is moving to kill and use Yuan Force, I am afraid that she will be just like Fang Cai Split Ice Body, her body is full of holes, and she will die violently.

Ling Tiansu clenched his fist with his right hand, slapped his head hard, and said to himself a little weakly: "Wu Ying, you are a woman, and the cold flame Lingpeng is a big cold thing, so it is naturally impossible to use your heart's blood as a medicine. ”

Hearing this, Wu Ying's eyes widened slightly, and the continuous operation of the Ghost Lan flail spell made the green tendons on her pale forehead swell in pain.

She opened her lips and was about to speak, but suddenly felt that once luck was in the depths of her throat, there was a tearing pain, and bursts of cold bloody blood gushed into her mouth, and she was speechless.

This is not an uncommon thing, every time when the outbreak of the Ghost Lan flail spell is the most serious, the blood and bones all over the body are frozen, and even the five internal organs, six senses and three souls hidden in this body, even if it is the flower in the heart, cannot be spared from freezing into ice.

At this moment, the outbreak trend is gradually increasing, and she has lost the ability to speak.

But I saw the mausoleum

Tiansu's anxious gaze for the princess of the world, and even did not hesitate to humiliate his body for her.

The deep jealousy in her heart was infinitely enlarged by the Three Lives and Three Evil Flowers, and a scarlet glow representing killing flashed from the bottom of her eyes, and was forcibly suppressed by her innate long-term forbearance and inhibition that far exceeded ordinary people.

Only more distressing emotions remain.

She pursed her cold and pale lips, and didn't think much about the fate of running Yuan Li's mouth to be eaten by the Ghost Lan Curse for a while, and said in a slightly worn and hoarse voice: "You don't need to be so entangled, it's not difficult to save Luo Qingyi, you just need to ......."

"Don't talk yet. Ling Tiansu's eyes opened slightly, and he interrupted with a frown.

It's not that he doesn't want to know how to free Qingyi, it's just that he can't force her to continue to talk to her in such a bloody and cruel scene.

Wu Ying's words were extremely calm, as if he was ordinary and indifferent when he asked his name when he was in the cold pavilion that day.

But at this moment, her appearance was too miserable, and with every word, the raging Ghost Lan Shackle Curse in her body exploded in an instant, turning into an ice-like blade, breaking out from between her slender and pale neck, like ice suddenly cracking on the beautiful snow!

From the depths of the snow, the blood-colored magnificence.

But apart from the slight frowning in the pain of cutting her throat and tearing at that moment, she didn't show anything else.

After being interrupted by Ling Tiansu coldly, she was slightly stunned, and was about to continue speaking, when she heard him glare: "I missed the best opportunity to ask, and this is not the perfect time for you to answer, since you are sick at the moment, then close your mouth and listen to me, you just need to nod or shake your head." ”

Wu Ying hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Ling Tiansu glanced at her, her snow-white skin as white as jade was dazzling.

His chest rose and fell slightly, his snort was imperceptibly low, he lowered his head slightly to cover the bloodshot that gradually rose under his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Aren't you tired of supporting your body all the time?"

After speaking, he knew that Wu Ying must not have any extra strength to change his posture at this moment, so he stretched out one arm.

Wu Ying immediately understood, seeing that Ling Tiansu was not looking at herself at the moment, biting her lip, only in the shadow corner that his line of sight could not reach, she would occasionally show a trace of weak grievance.

But after all, she still didn't have any objection, propped up a palm, held his arm, turned around with difficulty to adjust her posture, and faced him head-on.

It was not Ling Tiansu who was plotting behind the tragedy, and he naturally didn't know how painful it would be.

Wu Ying stretched her face as much as possible, making her face look light and ruthless.

The next moment, the muscles of the arm under her palm suddenly tightened, tensing and lifting her body slightly.

I saw the silver hair in front of me swaying slightly under the candlelight, like fine silver in the sunset, even though the sky and the earth were about to lose color, it was still as dazzling as a god.

When the body was implemented, there was a soft pillow under the head in advance, and the fluffy softness cushioned the pressure of the weight of the body, and it didn't feel so painful.

Ling Tiansu's waist quickly straightened up, and his face was also faint, without a trace of heat, as if the person who had just bent down to cushion her pillow was not him.

He withdrew his arm, rubbed the tip of his nose casually, pretended not to do anything, coughed lowly, and said, "Wu Ying, this Ghost Lan Shackle Spell is about to erupt, you can hold on." ”

Wu Ying thought for a moment, then nodded.

Nodding his head

It's quite light, but the dead and haggard disguise hidden between the eyebrows and eyes can't be hidden.

The lips were cold or painful, no longer sickly pale, but tinged with an eerie blue-gray.

The cracked ice around his neck also turned into a little white ice chips, mixed with cold blood, almost wetting half of his shoulder.

Ling Tiansu lifted his eyes and said, "Lie." ”

Wu Ying shook his head, signaling that he was not lying, and reached out with difficulty to hook back the pants in the crook of his knee and prepare to put them back on, but Ling Tiansu suddenly held them down.

She looked up at him.

I saw Ling Tiansu take a deep breath, look into her eyes and say, "The bloody intent on your shoulders is the strongest, if I guessed correctly, you were injured before the Ghost Lan Shackle Curse broke out." ”

Wu Ying looked at him quietly, as if he remembered the provocation and assassination of the uninvited guest that night, and his eyes were suddenly dyed with a layer of frost killing.

Even though she was critically ill and dying, the killing method of the battle in an instant was terrifying, and she still lived up to her name as the first killing god in Kyushu.

Ling Tiansu lowered his eyes slightly, and his long eyelashes drooped to give people a very supple feeling, but the words he said were a little cold: "That night, I saw that assassin. ”

Wu Ying was terrified in her heart, and subconsciously wanted to use her eyes to investigate his body, she had fought with that assassin, she knew that the other party's strength was strong, and Ling Tiansu could not face it alone at this moment.

It's just that when she glanced at it, she didn't detect any negative injuries.

Looking at it, his face turned red first.

I can't imagine how he managed to talk to himself so calmly in such a situation.

Ling Tiansu suddenly raised his finger and hooked her chin up, forcing her to look away from under him, and his steady gaze fell on her eyes, and asked nonchalantly: "Didn't your mother teach you not to stare directly at other people's bodies?"

As soon as the words came out, Ling Tiansu felt that something was wrong.

Above Kyushu, no one knows that when Wu Ying was born, he was like a ghost baby, and his breath was evil, so frightened that his mother didn't even have time to look twice, so he sent someone to throw him into the cold palace to fend for himself.

It's ridiculous to think about it, the so-called concubine selection test was held today, and with Ling Tiansu's thoughts, it is not difficult to guess that his mother can behave like this.

Thinking about it, he was as confused as him, and he didn't even know that the child he gave birth to was actually a girl, and he actually regarded her as the prince of a country with the Yue Kingdom.

Although there was a cruel incident of the bloody massacre of the palace later, this alienation and incompetence as a mother were already ironclad when Wu Ying was born.

How can a mother who doesn't even know whether her child is a boy or a girl carefully teach these men and women about the big defenses?

I thought that these words were pointing at other people's wounds, but I never thought that Wu Ying's pale face was calm and quiet, and I couldn't see any sadness or sadness.

The thin chin deviated from Ling Tiansu's somewhat rude fingers, and her head hung down again.

A white, feeble finger stretched out and brushed lightly across his skin.

Ling Tiansu's eyes widened suddenly, and he was shocked only to feel that the tail vertebrae suddenly swelled slightly.

What is she doing here?

Molerating him?

(PS: Every time it is updated at this time, it is the most heart-wrenching.) There will be an update tonight, so stay tuned. ）