In the room, Mu Qiulan was lying on her back on the bed.
The shock pain all over her body made her body tremble non-stop.
Cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
Due to the severe pain, the ferocious face was extremely distorted.
She was breathing heavily.
That palm of Lang Lixuan just now could almost kill her!
The pain was so bad that I couldn't pass out directly.
But she knew it very well.
She couldn't pass out at all...
Because, in the mountains of Xiya Mountain.
The pill that Ye Qingluo threw to her...
Let her consciousness stay awake forever!
Even if you sleep, you can't sleep peacefully!
she believes...
Even if she is dead now...
I'm afraid they will all clearly feel how they died bit by bit!
Mu Qiulan's heart was filled with hatred.
suddenly…
The whole room fell into an... almost December day atmosphere.
The cold deboning made her shiver all over.
"You trash!"
A cold voice rang in my ears.
That voice is very nice.
But it was wrapped in a deep chill.
Listening to it, it makes people feel shuddering.
The moment the voice sounded.
Mu Qiulan, who was lying on the bed and could barely move, sat up straight and looked forward with fear.
This sudden movement.
There was a sharp tearing pain in her body.
It was as if it had been dismantled and put back together again.
She was dripping with cold sweat from the pain, gasping for breath, but her eyes were always fixed on her eyes: "You...you..."
In the air, a wisp of black smoke faintly emerged.
Smoke curled up, hovering and floating.
Gradually, a slender figure loomed in the black mist.
The black mist was so thick that the man's face could not be seen clearly.
It can only be vaguely seen, under the black mist... the man's eyes are like poisonous snakes.
Mu Qiulan's face was full of horror, and her hands tightly clutched the quilt under her body.
In the black mist, the figure curled his lips into a sneer, and his voice was very sinister: "I have arranged everything for you, and you can still make things like this... Tell me, are you a waste?"
The man's tone was full of sarcasm and disdain.
However, Mu Qiulan didn't dare to show any displeasure at all, and she didn't have the usual arrogance and disapproval at all.
She shrank her neck and trembled all over: "Yes, I'm sorry, I don't want to do this either... I don't want to..."
"For you to separate the relationship between Emperor Zun and that bitch, I specially gave you the jade pendant... Now that the jade pendant is gone, their relationship is even better."
The man chuckled and talked about what Mu Qiulan hadn't finished, his tone was calm, not questioning or blaming at all.
But it is like this.
Mu Qiulan became more and more aware of the approaching danger.
"I... I..." wanted to explain, but her tongue was curled up in shock, her teeth were chattering, and she couldn't utter a word at all.
"Idiot...you can't even recognize the real emperor, and you still treat a fake person as true love...you are really stupid!" Mentioning this point, the man's tone was obviously a little more angry.
She flicked her sleeves suddenly.
The cloud of black smoke rushed towards Mu Qiulan's direction.
The smoke instantly wrapped around Mu Qiulan's neck.
Lift people out of thin air.
Mu Qiulan's eyes widened, begging for mercy in horror and unwillingness.
The man sneered, and the black smoke became thicker with the laughter.
"Now, you still have one last use value."