"Tick, tick, tick......"

Drops of red blood fell down the rope, and the blood stains on the ground looked so shocking.

And it was a girl who was tied, and even if it was a blood-stained prison suit, it was not embarrassing in her at all.

She is the female monarch of the mortal Tianchen Kingdom, Ice Nettle.

"You won." Bing Wei looked at Murong Xue with a smug and mocking face in front of her, and said coldly, she believed that the person in front of her was really the god in her mouth, but she didn't expect that there were shameless people in the gods.

The crisis of Tianchen Kingdom has been resolved, it doesn't matter who is the king, she originally wanted to die, but this person has even been deprived of this last right.

Looking at the indifference and contempt in the eyes of the person in front of him, Murong Xue frowned, very dissatisfied.

The thorn rope became tighter and tighter, and even embedded in the delicate flesh, which looked shocking.

Looking at Bing Wei's frowning brow because of the pain, Murong Xue suddenly felt a lot more comfortable in her heart, it would be better if this person could open her mouth to beg for mercy, maybe she would be merciful and let her return to her place......

She leaned closer, "Ah Bing, what do you say is so hard about you, in fact, what's wrong with following this seat, as long as there is this seat, who dares to be disrespectful to you, a female monarch?" ”

I thought that there should be enough torture these days, but the ice nettle is just a mere mortal now, so I can't stand it.

Who knows, after a long while, the corners of Bing Ying's mouth gently pulled out a sneer, and said in a weak voice, "Murong Xue, wasn't you very strong last time?" How? Why are you reluctant to kill me, a disobedient mortal......"

Although Murong Xue really didn't like to hear this, it was also an expected answer, she lightly pointed to the rope that bound her, and the injury on her body made Bing Xue fall to the ground weakly, Murong Xue squatted down gently, "Then again, you really deserve to die, but this seat doesn't want you to die, and this seat wants to play with you for two more days." ”

Her hand brushed lightly over Bing Wei's face, and the coldness made Bing Wei's heart startle.

Before consciousness vanished, all she could see was the departure of the red figure and the closed door.

The ice nettle fell on the cold ground like this, its green hair scattered in a mess, covered in blood, and its breathing was extremely weak.

At this time, an uninvited guest broke into the hall.

At this moment, Bing Wei regained consciousness slightly, and she could only vaguely see that this person was wearing a white cloak, about a woman.

She looked at the miserable appearance of the ice nettle, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a smug and happy smile.

"Nangong Qingyao, I didn't want you to have the embarrassed appearance you have now." Bing Wei felt a pain in her scalp and frowned slightly, she didn't even have the strength to cry out in pain.

Nangong Qingyao? Who's that?

The woman tugged at Bing Wei's long hair, forcing her to raise her head, and when she saw that pale but still stunning face, her eyes flashed with bitter hatred.

The eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the ice nettle opened her eyes.

Her inky black pupils were hollow and numb, and there was neither fear nor panic when she looked at this obviously ill-intentioned woman, just a calm and contemptuous look like water.

Yes, contempt.

Such eyes are too familiar to her!

The arrogance and pride that never takes anyone to heart makes women feel like a clown in heaven and earth.

Obviously, at this moment, Bing Wei has no power to fight back, just like a waste person, still with a breathtaking momentum, shocking the woman full of hatred in her eyes, and also arousing her heart to desperately want to destroy this stubbornness.

She lifted her foot and stomped Ice Nettle's wrist, snorting softly as the pain came.

Who is this man? Could it be that Murong Xue sent it to humiliate him? But this man spoke so strangely, she couldn't understand a word.

"What else do you have to look at me like that?" The woman's eyes widened, and the blue tendons on her forehead burst out, looking particularly cold and hideous.

Bing Nettle's lips trembled, and she asked tremblingly, "You...... Who is it? ”

Seeing such a weak and miserable ice pig, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth: "The person who came to give you a ride, remember, this favor is the ...... you owe me"

......

At this moment, Murong Xue, who was rushing back to the mortal world from the Moon Clan, saw a light rise in the sky, she was stunned for a while before she reacted, her expression was very dissatisfied, who was meddling?

The only one who dares to disturb her Yuejun's good deeds is about Mo Ye, the old immortal.

And at this moment, in the Divine Realm, in the Snow Feather Palace of the Yu Clan, it is quiet, and the woman on the bed wakes up slowly, her eyes are indifferent and cold, and her appearance is no different from that of an ice pig, but the aura around her body and the coercion she exudes are not inferior to Murong Xue at all.

This is the emperor of the Yu clan, Nangong Qingyao.

Outside the gauze tent, a group of people kneeled and said in unison: "Congratulations to Yujun, ascend to God!" ”