"She was the one who killed Sister Cheng Min..." Teng She pointed angrily at Long Jiu'er and complained with tears in her eyes. That look only made people feel sick.

But when Qingcheng looked at Long Jiuer, her eyes were filled with uncontrollable anger, as if she wanted to swallow her whole...

He took a few steps closer to Long Jiu'er, pinched her chin hard, and said with cold eyes: "Tell me, Cheng Min's death is related to you." His voice was cold and terrifying.

"Hmph, haha, it has something to do with me. Cheng Min's death has something to do with me." This time, Long Jiuer felt her heart break loudly. Her eyes were full of sarcastic smiles, and she coldly replied to Qingcheng's words.

.

"Oh, very good. Tell me, how do you want to die?" Qingcheng tilted her head and looked at Long Jiu'er.

The midday sun was very dazzling. The fine luster hit Qingcheng's side face and slowly flowed into Long Jiuer's eyes. She closed her eyes and tears fell on the pink necklace around her neck.

At first she thought the necklace was very familiar. After studying it for a long time, she discovered that it was the key that archaeological experts said could open the Dongming Tomb.

The only difference is that her chain is blood red with a heart-shaped pendant underneath, while this chain is pink with nothing underneath.

Qingcheng's hand holding her chin suddenly let go. Long Jiuer broke away from the support of his palm and fell onto the crystal clear ground of the Dragon Palace. She saw her tears falling on the floor and fell.

Have to be crushed.

That pink necklace hurt his eyes. He knew that it was not a pink pearl at all, but the tears of a blue dragon. Ordinary pink pearls would not emit such a dazzling color at all.

He was even more sure of this woman's status in the heart of the Demon City because she actually had a necklace made of the tears of a blue dragon around her neck.

There are three blue dragons in the world, Nanhai Aocheng, Donghai Qingcheng and the Demon City of Heishui River. Since Long Jiu'er is Demon City's wife, the necklace on her neck must be Demon City's tears.

Qingcheng smiled self-deprecatingly, it seemed that Mocheng really loved this wife very much.

Qingcheng glanced at Long Jiu'er who was lying on the ground, and strange anger surged in his heart. He didn't even know why he was angry.

Simply, he picked up Teng She's waist, turned back to Long Jiu'er and said commandingly: "Woman, get up and serve me and Fairy Teng She for dinner." As he said this, he teased Teng She and walked away step by step.

Long Jiuer stared blankly at their figures, disappearing into the dazzling sunlight. She raised her head and let all her tears fall back.

Didn't someone say that tears have another outlet? Let them flow back to the bottom of your heart and make yourself stronger.

She stood up tremblingly, and walked step by step to the place where Qingcheng and Teng She disappeared. She went, she listened to him, she served them, served them, and ate...

Long Jiuer's hands were in his sleeves, clenched tightly in pink fists, almost causing the delicate skin of his palms to bleed...

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Chapter completed!