"Kill her?" Ye Qingluo sneered secretly, "Don't you think letting her live is more uncomfortable than dying?"
When Emperor Moxuan heard this, he couldn't help laughing out loud.
Indeed, for Ye Qingling now, living is more uncomfortable than dying.
The news that Ye Qingling used something from the dark forces has probably spread throughout Sanquan City by now.
It won't take long for it to spread throughout Xilan Continent, and even the entire realm of Nirvana.
The reputation is ruined, the Xuanxin jade is shattered, and the tendons are broken...
Living in pain, there is no way to seek death.
This is the real life is worse than death.
Ye Qingluo squinted her winking eyes. Although she was coquettish and beautiful, she was full of coldness: "Since she dares to hurt Xiaoyu, she will suffer a hundred times the pain."
She was never a good person.
It can even be said that she is a person with a cold temperament.
As long as it doesn't involve her, or threaten her existence, she has no interest at all.
But…
Once she is involved, it will hurt the people around her.
She will never be soft.
The principle of Ye Qing Luo is very simple -
People who bully her, humiliate her and hurt her will be hunted down to the ends of the earth!
Guard her, protect her and those who love her, and protect her with all your strength to the end!
This is her way of life.
Ye Qingluo suppressed the cold light in her eyes, and her face returned to calm: "Ye Qingqian... It's best to pray that Xiao Yu is fine, otherwise... her fate will be worse than Ye Qingling's."
She turned her head and walked straight ahead.
The smile overflowing from Di Moxuan's brows and eyes was extremely lazy.
He stared at Ye Qingluo's back, the light in his eyes shone with meaningful color.
Sure enough, the little thing is the same kind of person as him.
She must retaliate, her methods are ruthless, and her temperament is perverse. She is not like ordinary women who cover up her true nature.
This is the woman he was looking for.
The smile on the corner of Di Moxuan's mouth became more and more profound and charming, bewitching people's hearts.
…
Mu family.
As soon as Ye Qingluo and Di Moxuan arrived at the door, the servant had already stepped forward and invited them into the mansion.
A servant girl came over and led the two of them to the pharmacy.
Outside the pharmacy, several doctors in robes came in and out, frowning, and muzifan's voice was vaguely heard from inside the room.
Ye Qingluo's heart trembled, he quickly opened the door and rushed into the room.
"Miss Seven, you're here." Mu Zifei stood by the bed, holding a row of silver needles in both hands.
"Miss..." Ziling cried into tears, and stood by the bed, with red and swollen eyes, looking pitifully at Ye Qingluo.
"How is Xiaoyu?"
Ye Qingluo frowned, looking at the boy on the bed.
Ye Fengyu lay on the bed with her eyes closed, her bloody clothes had already been taken off, and a thick bandage was wrapped.
Bright red blood was still oozing above the bandage.
The slightly immature handsome face was as pale as paper, without the slightest trace of blood.
Ye Qingluo's throat suddenly tightened, as if something was strangling her neck.
Difficult to breathe.
With a trembling delicate body, she walked slowly to the bed.
A pair of charming eyes, containing a bit of water mist.
The reason why Xiao Yu was lying here seriously injured was because of her.
"Miss Seven, don't worry, Young Master Eight is just a skin trauma, and he will be fine after a period of training." Mu Zifan comforted him.
With his hand attached to the silver needle, he dexterously inserted the silver needle into Ye Fengyu's acupuncture point, with smooth and skillful movements.
Ye Qingluo choked his voice and let out a soft "um".
Five fingers, unconsciously curled up and clenched tightly.
Seeing Ye Fengyu lying unconscious on the bed, she felt that breaking Ye Qingling's tendons was really too light a punishment!