After the strings were broken and the piano was broken, Ye Qingcheng seemed to have lost his soul, lying on the ground numbly, with blood on his hands.
Her empty eyes looked at the clear blue sky above the sky, like a zombie.
The Queen of the Far North walked towards Ye Qingcheng, took a sharp knife from Xia Su's hand, and approached Ye Qingcheng with Xia Su.
At this time, a bloody hand suddenly appeared on the edge of the hill where Qing Ge rolled down. Qing Ge seemed to be climbing up from the hill.
The Queen of the Far North turned her head, glanced at Wang Guihua and others, and then turned her attention to Ye Qingcheng. She inserted the tip of the knife horizontally on the ground and smiled at Ye Qingcheng, who had lost all his energy.
Suddenly, she raised her foot and kicked Ye Qingcheng in the face. Suddenly, Ye Qingcheng's body rolled out, and her head hit the broken Fuxi Qin. Ye Qingcheng's eyes were still ashen.
"God of Qin, today is the day when you are about to die."
After the Queen of the Far North said sharply, she pulled out the knife and gradually approached Ye Qingcheng with the knife in hand.
But at the moment when she raised the knife and was about to stab Ye Qingcheng, a figure quickly came over from the side of the hill.
The slender man hugged Ye Qingcheng and threw Ye Qingcheng to the ground.
Two beautiful faces, looking at each other very close to each other.
Ye Qingcheng's eyes gradually gained focus, and then they widened in horror.
Click!
The knife penetrated Qingge's body.
Qingge lay on Ye Qingcheng's body, her green eyes were dry, and the pain of crying blood came from the right side of her heart.
She raised her face and looked down at Ye Qingcheng, whose almond-shaped eyes were gradually filled with water mist. She raised her hand, patted Ye Qingcheng's face, smoothed the broken hair on the woman's forehead and temples, and said with a soft smile: "Idiot
, isn’t it just a piano? If you think about it sincerely, I will give you another one in the future.”
Stab——
The Queen of the Far North pulled out the knife that had penetrated the right side of Qing Ge's body, and blood spattered from the hole in the wound.
Qingge's face was pale, but her lips were dyed a seductive red with blood.
She put her hands on the ground, stood up with great effort, and looked resolutely at the Queen of the Far North, as if thunder and lightning were gathering in her pupils.
No one knows that in the clear blue sky, thunder and lightning are cheering for joy.
"Tsk tsk, you really have a deep love between master and servant."
The Queen of the Far North took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped the blood on the blade with slow and elegant movements. She curled her lips and smiled charmingly.
Qingge turned her head, licked the blood and smiled, "Your Highness the Queen, you are so pathetic. The entire Far North belongs to you, but no one in this land is willing to risk their life for you. Isn't it sad?"
The Queen of the Far North seemed to be touched by someone, and became furious.
She looked at Qingge, who was protecting Ye Qingcheng behind her, and felt that this flesh-and-blood friendship was particularly dazzling. She threw her handkerchief on the ground, took a knife, and pointed it at Qingge's eyebrows, "It's good to be alive. I'm sorry, you guys
Now there is not even a living song."
Under the green eyes, the wind was surging and the electric wires were trembling.
Light songs are catalyzing the thunder catastrophe!
However, the thunder tribulation did not appear as expected, and it would take some time.
Ye Qingcheng fell to the ground. Her eyes were looking at the bloody hole in Qingge's wound. Her heart seemed to be twitching. Ye Qingcheng clenched her hands.
The tip of the knife pierced the center of Qingge's eyebrows, and blood poured out from the blue flame, continuously flowing down along the pale and delicate face.
The Queen of the Far North raised her eyebrows, looked at Ye Qingcheng, as if seductively, and said, "Qin God, as long as you kill Ye Qingge, I will spare your life, how about that?"
The Queen of the Far North threw the knife that was pressed between Qingge's eyebrows beside Ye Qingcheng. Ye Qingcheng's eyes were blank, like splashing ink.
She picked up the knife, stuck it on the ground, and stood up using the strength of the knife.
She looked at Qingge's back with cold eyes, and suddenly raised the knife to chop it, and the smile on the corner of the Queen of the North's mouth became more and more charming.
However, before the smile became full-bodied, anger filled the eyes of the Queen of the Far North.
But when he saw Ye Qingcheng passing by Qing Ge, the knife in his hand suddenly stabbed the Queen of the Far North.
The Queen of the Far North stood still when Xia Su came fiercely from the side, grabbed the knife in Ye Qingcheng's hand, broke the knife into two pieces, and threw it on the ground.
Xia Su was ruthless and ruthless in his attacks. He grabbed Ye Qingcheng's hair with his hand, and at the same time, he kicked Ye Qingcheng in the chest and kicked Ye Qingcheng out.
Ye Qingcheng's weak body hit the hard and solid boulder, and the back of her head was bleeding from the sharp corner. Ye Qingcheng fell face first to the ground.
Seeing this, Qing Ge's eyes were bloodshot again, and anger surged through his limbs. The moment the skin between his eyebrows was pierced, bright red blood beads enchanted among the blue flames. Qing Ge endured the severe pain and pulled out the skin between his eyebrows.
Tinder.
It seemed that all the blood in Qingge's limbs and bones turned into blue flames, and the Mingwang sword, which was as black as ink, suddenly turned as blue as the deep sea.
With a snap of his fingers, Qingge held up the knife, and with lightning speed, he swept over, and the Mingwang knife in both hands penetrated Xia Su's abdomen.
That's where the Dantian is.
The Dantian ruptured, and spiritual energy swarmed out, rushing wildly through Xia Su's body. Blood pooled in the pores on the surface of Xia Su's body.
Xia Su looked at the woman so close in disbelief, her white hair dancing lightly covered in cold sweat.
Qingge kept poking, her body slightly arched, she raised her eyes, looked at Xia Su, and smiled cruelly.
Suddenly, she pulled out the Mingwang Sword and stabbed Xia Su's left atrium again.
The moment the knife was pulled out, Xia Su fell to the ground, and the bloody holes in his abdomen and chest seemed to be visible at a glance.
Qing Ge turned around and looked at the Queen of the Far North.
The Queen of the Far North stared at Xia Su's body, seemingly stunned for a long time. Suddenly, the Queen of the Far North raised her head and screamed miserably.
In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, the spiritual energy surged, the beautiful hairpin holding the bun in place shattered, and a head of black hair fell down. The scarlet and beautiful mask seemed to break into powder, revealing a sad, bloodthirsty and extremely beautiful face.
She roared in pain and spit out a mouthful of blood.
She passed by Qing Ge and stood in front of Xia Su, trying to help Xia Su up.
Qingge turned her back to Xia Su, and the two Queens of the Far North looked at the magnificent scenery of Mobei with cold eyes.
There was a shocking blood hole on the right side of her heart. The blood flowing from her eyebrows spread from the head of her eyes into her eyes, seeming to dye her eyes bright red.
She looked at the woman standing in embarrassment beside the boulder in the distance. The two were covered in bruises and looked at each other in the air full of evil smell. For a long time, they laughed softly, and Ye Qingcheng laughed along with her.
Qing Ge could clearly see the extreme love the Queen of the Far North had for Xia Su.
Even though she was cruel, moody, and unstable, and even insulted and beat Xia Su, she really loved him.
Qingge struck with all her strength and destroyed the love of her heart.
It would cause that woman more pain than killing the Queen of the Far North.
The Queen of the Far North put down Xia Su and glared at Qingge's back.
Singing softly, he walked slowly towards Ye Qingcheng, one step at a time leaving blood marks.
Standing in front of Ye Qingcheng, Qingge smiled and stretched out her hand, "Qingcheng, come back to Beiyue with me."
Ye Qingcheng raised her hand tremblingly and placed it on the singer.
There is blood between the hands.
"Ye Qingge, go to hell." The Queen of the Far North rushed over with a ferocious face.
"You bitch, if you dare to touch my granddaughter, try it!"