Faced with Lan Wuxin's aggressive approach, Fen Que felt relieved.
The eyes under the cloak looked at Mei Qingchen mockingly.
If Lan Wuxin hated Mei Qingchen because of her marriage to Ye Qingge, now, the matter of the Blood Clan's divine water has allowed the two of them to put an end to their past feud.
Mei Qingchen told Lan Wuxin that he hated Ye Qingge and wanted Ye Qingge's life, so he caused such a scene. But he not only put a blood-drinking needle into Ye Qingge's body, but also added residual poison.
Even if Ge had nine lives, he wouldn't be able to survive unless he had a highly skilled doctor and the vampire's divine water.
At this point, Mei Qingchen discovered that the divine water was missing, and Fen Que was also missing.
Maybe, they know who stole the Vampire Divine Water.
"Fen Que, you really disappoint me." Lan Wuxin's face twitched a few times. She stood in front of Fen Que, stretched out her hand, and grabbed Fen Que's neck fiercely. Her pupils widened slightly, and she saw her gnashing her teeth and roaring:
"You are still not a human being. Lan'er is sick in bed and on the line of life and death, but you are thinking about Ye Qingge. Ye Qingge deserves to die. You ignored our many years of friendship for her. If that's the case, don't blame me for being cruel. It seems
Ye Qingge is not dead, then you should die for her."
Lan Wuxin's eyes flashed fiercely.
Under the moonlight, Lan Wuxin's face was frighteningly white, her lips were scarlet, and her eyes were like poisonous scorpions, clinging to Fen Que.
Lan Wuxin's grip on Fen Que's neck gradually tightened, and Fen Que felt suffocated.
Fen Que moved his lips and wanted to say something, but it got stuck in his throat and turned into a wry smile.
Although the four of them grew up together, he always felt like an outsider and could never fit in.
"Even if I have to take my life, it will be my ancestors who take it." Fen Que said calmly.
Lan Wuxin raised her eyebrows, "Oh? You've predicted that I won't dare to kill you, right? I want your life. I'll take responsibility for each person's work. My ancestors said that I would go to plead guilty, but I don't believe it.
My ancestors will punish me heavily for you, a bastard."
Lan Wuxin is a ruthless person who likes to step on other people's sore spots and uncover the scars alive.
Fen Que's eyebrows were hidden under his cloak, and no one could see his face clearly, but at this moment, he was in great pain.
Wild species.
Fen Que closed his eyes and breathed heavily.
Under the ancient tree, Mei Qingchen glanced at Fen Que, frowning, and the two red dots deep in his eyes were extremely strange.
He suddenly felt a splitting headache. He couldn't help but raise his hand and gently rub his temples with his fingertips.
Seeing Fen Que like this gave him a perverted pleasure, but inexplicably, he didn't feel well either.
He didn't know what was going on, it was like a pair of devil's hands were controlling his mind.
Lan Wuxin grabbed Fen Que's neck with great strength and lifted Fen Que directly up. Then he threw Fen Que to the ground and stepped on Fen Que's lower abdomen with all his strength.
The pain coming from his lower abdomen made Fen Que subconsciously arch his body.
He had no intention of resisting and his heart was filled with despair.
He has despaired of this world. After all, even if he falls into hell, no one will miss him. At most, some birds and beasts will come and gnaw the corpse cruelly.
The cloak covered Fen Que's face, revealing a sharp chin and perfectly curved lips. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of the mouth, and the ice and snow were white. Looking at it like this, I don't know if it was an illusion, but it had a sadistic beauty.
Lan Wuxin was in a trance.
In all these years, she had never seen Fen Que's appearance. When he was a child, Fen Que wore ill-fitting black robes, and his whole body was plunged into darkness, like the black and white impermanence from the underworld.
However, Lan Wuxin was cautious and ruthless. If Fen Que was black and white and impermanent, then she would be the King of Hell who rules over hundreds of ghosts.
Lan Wuxin thought that Fen Que had stolen the blood clan's sacred water for Qing Ge, even staying away from them and ignoring Lan Wu who was in danger. Lan Wuxin became angry and furious. Her eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and she felt violent all over her body.
Angry, like an executioner on the execution ground, he kept kicking Fen Que's lower abdomen, one kick after another.
Fen Que's body trembled a few times and he didn't even have the strength to struggle. Of course, he had no intention of struggling either.
He had already decided to die, so why bother struggling.
Fen Que's eyes looked at the bright moon in the sky through the strange cloak.
Before he died, he suddenly remembered the scene when he met Ye Qingge in Jialan. At that time, she was arrogant and arrogant, but she still had the capital to be proud. From being criticized by thousands of people to being respected by thousands of people, this process
I'm afraid only she can understand the bitterness of it.
Fen Que didn't know what kind of emotion he felt towards her. He only knew that he was fascinated by it. He envied Ye Qingge's life, which was so wonderful, full of wine and meat, and dominating the world. This day, this place, this country that stretches thousands of miles, are all...
In the midst of her strategizing.
It is precisely because of yearning that I get close to her, and I don't want her to die with hatred like this.
Lan Wuxin took an iron rod or a stick from somewhere and hit him viciously, causing his head to bleed.
Fen Que smiled bitterly and closed his eyes.
Look, this was his former friend. Now, they hate each other and look hateful. They want to chop him into pieces and feed them to the dogs.
Die.
Just die like this.
A meaningless life.
Bastards don't deserve anything, and they don't deserve to be cared about.
Once he stops breathing, all the injustices he has suffered and his unknown stories will be buried in the grave.
However, if he dies, Lan Wuxin will never feel better.
His existence is very special.
When our ancestors learn about this, they will be furious.
Fen Que was unconscious, confused and confused. In the hazy moment, he seemed to hear a burst of wind, as if someone was coming.
"Fen Que!"
A sound of exclamation, like the early spring rain and dew, woke him up.
It’s Ye Qingge!
Fen Que struggled to open his eyes, and there was a thick smell of blood between his lips, teeth, and under his nose.
Why is she here...
"Ye Qingge." Lan Wuxin put away the iron rod, inserted the bloody iron rod into the snow, narrowed his cold eyes, and looked at Qingge coldly.
Qingge was wearing a thick fox fur cloak, and Wuyou followed behind her. When the two of them saw Fen Que's miserable appearance, they were both frightened and extremely angry.
Qing Ge clasped his hands lightly.
Fen Que suffered this unreasonable disaster because of her.
The snow under Fen Que's body was stained red with blood.
Qingge's white hair was spread in front of her shoulders, her face was pale, and her body was weak. She was half-kneeling on the ground, holding Fen Que's hand, but she felt bright red blood.
It took Fen Que a long time to see Qingge's face clearly. Although he wanted to blame her for not caring about her body, he was more moved.
"Follow me." Qingge said.
"Cough...cough cough cough..."
Fen Que turned sideways, trembled violently, lay on the snow, and vomited out a pile of blood.
After coughing, Fen Que gasped for air. After a long time, Fen Que smiled weakly and said, "Okay."
Qingge pursed her lips and wanted to help Fen Que up. Seeing this, Wuyou came over to help.
Wuyou supported Fen Que.
"Let's go." Qing Ge said calmly.
The three are about to leave.
"Stop!" Lan Wuxin's eyes widened, and the iron rod in his hand hit Qingge's back without mercy.
Qing Ge turned his back to Lan Wuxin, his face was cold and gloomy, and a green light flashed in his eyes, which was coquettish and terrifying.