As a result, she hesitated for a moment when a heavy body behind her swooped down, like a hungry tiger pounced on its prey.
Bai Weiwei reached out to push Ning Jiimo away, but didn't wait for her to touch him.
His hand had already grabbed her belt, and the two of them rolled into a ball in an instant.
He fell into the grass on the edge of the corridor.
The grass was deep, and the two of them groaned at the same time.
Bai Weiwei was hit on her waist, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't get up.
She just can't use her strength.
Ning Jiumo had a sullen face, pulled her belt, and tied her hands tightly.
As soon as Bai Weiwei exerted force, the belt cracked again.
Ning Jiumo's eyes were bloodshot, and she suddenly pulled the sachet from her waist, clutching her nose and mouth tightly.
Bai Weiwei was prepared for a long time, holding her breath, not inhaling much.
Her belted hands hit him hard in the face.
Ning Jiimo was dizzy, and the moment he released his hand, he fell out.
Infinity is not joking, if it weren't for Bai Weiwei who still remembers this guy, he is the target of the strategy.
She showed no mercy, and it was estimated that she could make him mentally retarded again.
Bai Weiwei endured the pain and wanted to get up from the ground.
But Ning Jiumo's mouth was full of blood and he raised his head. He looked at her gloomily, and suddenly laughed softly: "Mother concubine?"
Bai Weiwei pursed her lips and looked at him, the sadness in her eyes appeared, for fear that he would see something.
She lowered her head suddenly, "In the future, we won't meet again, Your Highness."
Ning Jiumo's smile remained the same, and his laughter was a little bit sad.
"Don't meet? Mother concubine? You are amazing. You were so fascinated by that old man that he even promised you the queen's seat. Did you give him your body?"
Bai Weiwei froze, anger made her look up, her eyes were full of scorching anger.
"Ning Jiumo, can you stop being so dirty? I don't."
Ning Jiumo stared at her face, her voice trembling, "No? I don't believe it."
That old man eight is cruel and cold.
How selfish, he doesn't care about anything except cultivating immortals and having interests.
The kids don't even care.
If she didn't give anything, how could that old bastard dote on her so much.
Ning Jiumo held her face with both hands, and then touched her shoulders, waist, and thighs.
His cold face was now full of rage and impatience.
"Where did that old man touch you? Here? Here?"
Bai Weiwei wanted to struggle, but Ning Jiumo didn't care to hold her tightly with both hands, "You hit me, anyway, you are stronger than me, so you can beat me to death."
In the end, under the fierce tone, it turned out to be the pain of grievance.
Bai Weiwei didn't struggle, but said helplessly, "Ning Jiumo, are you a fool? Send me away and rebel yourself. What's the difference between suicide."
Ning Jiumo's body froze.
His fingers trembled on her back, "So you sacrificed yourself to be my concubine?"
Bai Weiwei didn't answer the question, but said softly, "I will protect you."
This sentence sounds comforting and sweet on weekdays.
At this moment, it is a heart-wrenching smell of blood.
When Ning Jiumo heard this, she really hated it, she hated it to the core.
He whispered, "Do you need to make up your own mind?"
Bai Weiwei looked at him at a loss.
It seemed that he didn't understand what he was saying.
And Ning Jiumo was already red-eyed, and he said in a heavy voice: "Who told you to make up your own mind, if you want to protect me, you can replace it with yourself. I can fight for the throne myself, and I can kill the emperor myself, only You don't need to change it. Why did you make up your own mind to obliterate all my efforts."