Night Ling country, Ling Du.

The wind was raging, the lightning was thundering, and the sky seemed to be opened, and the rain poured down.

The huge Qingwang Mansion, the lanterns are swaying in the wind. In the empty patio, the girl knelt there, her thin figure swaying in the rain.

There was a thunderclap, and a bolt of lightning slashed across the sky, slashing straight at her.

The girl's body shook a few times, and finally fell to the ground.

"Your Highness, Miss Ning was killed by thunder." The old butler exclaimed.

Mrs. Bai's eyes narrowed beside the old butler, and his face flashed with viciousness, without any sympathy.

In front of the bed, the man's Ruyu face did not loosen at all, and his ink eyes kept looking at the beauty on the couch.

The beauty is stunning, her eyebrows are like paintings, but no matter how loud the thunder outside is, she has never opened her eyes, and she is clearly a living dead.

"Want to die? It's not that easy! ”

Suddenly, the man stood up, his dark eyes instantly became cold, and his god-like handsome face was covered with frost.

The sound of burnt flesh sounded.

The unconscious girl suddenly opened her eyes, and before she could see what was in front of her, she asked eagerly, "Is Ah Ruo awake?" ”

"Humph!"

There was a cold snort in the rain.

The girl came back to her senses, and when she saw the soldering iron in the man's hand against her chest, she felt an overwhelming pain, and her pale face turned even paler.

"Brother Chenyao......"

The burning spread all over the body, bringing heart-rending pain, but far less than the pain in the heart.

This man, the person she had loved since childhood, was burning her heart with a soldering iron.

Do you hate her like that?

"Brother Chenyao, Ah Ruo didn't push me down."

"The barbaric Song girl, you asked Ruo'er to go out, who are you if you are not in the barren mountains and mountains?" Mrs. Bai, who came over, said angrily: "It is rumored that you like His Royal Highness King Qing, but His Royal Highness likes our Ruo'er, so you are so vicious that you want to kill Ruo'er!" ”

"I ...... Not...... Yes! Even though it hurt so much that she couldn't speak, the girl wanted to clarify.

"You didn't? Not only did you push Ruo'er down the mountain, but you almost ruined Ruo'er...... Innocent! At the end, Bai Taifu's face flashed with poison, "If Ruo'er doesn't wake up...... The old man will let your entire Song Mansion be buried with Ruo'er! ”

Thinking of his granddaughter who was unconscious in the house, Mrs. Bai's heart ached, and he suddenly pulled out the sword of the umbrella guard beside him and stabbed straight at the girl.

The man's pupils tightened suddenly, and he glanced at the guard.

Clang - The sharp sword was knocked to the ground by the stones flying out of the guards when it was only a few centimeters away from the girl.

The stabbing failed, and Mrs. Bai was extremely angry, but he didn't dare to attack.

"How can a dead man be miserable?"

The question was as light as nothing, but it was terrifying.

Mrs. Bai suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart and asked coldly: "Then what does His Highness mean?" ”

"If the child is injured because of this king, this king will end it himself." Ye Chenyao shouted to the old housekeeper: "Come on, send Master Taifu back to the house." ”

Hearing this, the old butler hurriedly rushed forward, took the umbrella in the guard's hand, and respectfully invited Mrs. Bai to get into the car.

"The old man is not leaving, please ask His Highness to be the master of Ruo'er!" Mrs. Bai was there, looking stubborn.

Ye Chenyao glanced at him, and there was no temperature in his eyes, "Please go back, this king will give Ah Ruo an explanation." "To Ah Ruo, not to Taifufu.

The voice was cold and could not be refuted.

The cold Yama breath came out, and Mrs. Bai didn't dare to say anything more, he was so angry that he threw his sleeves and left, but he didn't start when he got into the car, and he watched from afar.

Ye Chenyao turned to look at Ning Qing and stretched out his hand to stir the soldering iron in the stove.

Sparks flew and steaming hot in the rain and mist.

"Song Ningqing, do you know that this king is the most protective of his shortcomings?" I don't know if I'm asking her, or if I'm asking myself.

Ning Qing's brows were furrowed, and the cold rain hit the wound with pain, but she didn't wait for her to breathe.

Another red-hot soldering iron pierced it, overlapping with the original wound, and the pain broke her heart.

"If you move Ah Ruo, you have to die!"

Death, how could she have feared?

Ah Ruo was not pushed off the cliff by her, and she didn't let people defile Ah Ruo, even if she died, she was not afraid to see Hades.

But why didn't he believe it?

"It's not me, it's not me......" The voice was very small, completely drowned in the heavy rain.

Ye Chenyao's brows furrowed again, he suddenly approached, and said in her ear, "Don't you love this king?" ”

Ning Qing raised his eyes suspiciously.

Ye Chenyao's stunning face was dyed with a smile, like the warm sun in March, and like the yin wind in the cold winter.

She smelled danger signs.

"In that case, this king will ruin your heart!"

After speaking, the soldering iron in his hand pressed it hard.

Ning Qing's face was full of horror, and the pungent smell of burnt skin and flesh poured in, bringing extreme pain.

Cold, dead heart, falling with the rain.

The silhouette of the man in front of him became blurred, and everything about him was fading away.

Seeing her head drooping, Ye Chenyao's body suddenly exuded anger, and he suddenly stepped forward and pinched Ning Qing's chin.

Hurt!

Ning Qing woke up in a coma, only to feel that her jaw was torn alive, and the overwhelming pain hit again, but she still couldn't help but want to close her eyes.

It's so tired, since he wants her to die, it's better to die.

"Let's ...... I...... Die. ”

Ye Chenyao's pupils shrank, and he said arrogantly: "Don't think!" This king won't let you die! ”

Wouldn't it?

Ning Qing gradually fell into a coma, and in her remaining consciousness, she heard him calling: "Come on, send to the Misty Moon Tower." ”

Miyue Building, the largest flower building in Lingdu, can only be reduced to a plaything for men's pastime when you enter, and you can't get rid of slavery for the rest of your life.

"Your Highness, send it to the Misty Moon Tower, how will Song Shangshu explain it?" The old butler asked apprehensively.

Ye Chenyao's scorching gaze peeled away from Ning Qing's body, and he threw the soldering iron back into the furnace.

"Ling Du is so big, it's not easy to get lost?"

Mrs. Bai was satisfied when she heard this, and snorted coldly and asked people to drive away.

The end is decided, and it is more terrible than death.

The old butler sighed, and the commander carried the unconscious Ning Qing into the carriage.

No one noticed that looking at Ning Qing, who was being carried into the car, Ye Chenyao's cold eyes suddenly appeared mist.

However, he just glanced coldly at the high wall of the palace, and then entered the house with a gloomy face.

A moment later, the carriage clattered out of the palace, and the flickering sword light around the palace wall quietly disappeared.

The rain continued, and the patio was empty, except for the soldering iron to cool down as if nothing had happened.

Three years later.

Night Ling Country, Upper City.

Storms, lightning and thunder. There were screams from the dim firewood room, tearing hearts and lungs.

"Kill you, dare to stand in the way of Lao Tzu!" A roar was followed by the sound of numerous whips.

"Ahh

The woman's screams came to an abrupt end after the heaviest lash.

"Dead? What a bad luck! Come on, throw this stinky shameless one to a mass grave for me! ”

After a while, a few servants dragged a woman covered in blood and wearing a dog chain around her neck out of the yard.

"Daoist Mao, what about the little slut?" Zhang Huaisen pointed to the trembling girl in the corner, and turned his head to ask the Taoist priest beside him.