Her steps were weak and could not move. She watched the two men start to lift their swords into Princess Qin Lan's room opposite to search. She helped her to the door weakly and leaned on it, tears rushing down.
On the ground outside the door, the blood from the small eunuch slowly stayed in along the bottom of the door. Bai Weiwei looked at the wisp of water flowing in from her feet and vomited no longer.
After vomiting, she felt exhausted and thought, it would be okay to die like this. Anyway, she is sorry for Mo Qianxun, and it doesn’t matter if she lives anymore, just die like this...
Maybe Mo Qianxun will marry someone else after he can't find her, maybe it's that Yanhong... That Yanhong loves him so much, probably won't betray him like her.
What about Mo Ling and Princess Qin Huan? What happened to them? But are they still alive? If they are alive? Why would they tolerate such cruel killings here?
At this moment, her heart was full of thoughts. Faced with such a naked transformation of life and death, she felt that life was meaningless.
Even if you are alive, you will never be able to rest when you think of such a bloody scene.
So...it's fine if you die...
"Vomit--" She vomited wildly no longer restrainedly.
The two of them had good martial arts skills, so they were naturally shocking. They heard Bai Weiwei's vomiting sounds suddenly, and rushed out of Princess Qin Huan's room, lifted their swords and stabbed towards Bai Weiwei's door!
Following the crack of the door, I saw two bright and cold swords coming through the air.
Bai Weiwei glanced miserably and closed her eyes.
"Stop! Stop me!" It seemed to be Mo Ling's voice! Panic! His tone was unstable!
After being drunk, the two men suddenly withdrew their swords and knelt on one knee at the dissatisfied person: "Wolf Eagle joins Prince Bao!"
"You...!" Mo Ling seemed to have an extremely unstable breath, and was breathing.
Bai Wei opened his eyes slightly and looked through the crack of the door. He couldn't see Mo Ling, but saw the two people looking at each other sinisterly.
"My subordinates are ordered to do things. Please do not interfere with Prince Bao." The black-faced man said dissatisfiedly, not seeming to take Prince Bao seriously.
"Cough cough cough..." Prince Bao should have seen the corpse water on the ground, and coughed violently and said tremblingly: "I... this... the person in the pavilion... is there!"
The black-faced man knelt for a while, but did not see Mo Ling asking them to get up. He stood up and did not answer. He raised his sword and said, "Prince Bao should read your paintings well. It is better to appreciate your flowers. Don't worry about these other people's affairs anymore."
"I...! I killed... you guys!" Mo Ling was furious and ran over with staggering steps.
The two of them stood still, and flashed left and right, and then they drove away.
Bai Weiwei was shocked when she saw the scene outside. Is this still Mo Ling?
He was not dressed, had a haggard face, and was staggering, but his face still had the same face, but it felt like he had become much older in an instant.
Moreover, she remembered that Mo Ling's martial arts should be good, but this time he didn't use light skills. Instead, he ran over with a roar, but was easily avoided by the two of them.
The two of them didn't seem to have expected it to be so easy to avoid it. The white-skinned man smiled and his tone was extremely arrogant: "Prince Bao, don't say that your skills are still there. We who have followed your father to this day are not afraid of you. Besides, your skills are probably less than 10% left. What are you going to kill us? If you want to chat, let's talk about it after I'll kill the slaves here!" As he said that, he raised his sword and stabbed it at Bai Weiwei. Mo Ling's pupils widened and he reached out to stop him, but he was unable to stop such a quick sword. He shouted miserably: "No!!!"