Xi Lingyue's face changed drastically, she held her soft snake head in her palm, and her fingertips were stained with scarlet blood.
The slender jade-like hands contrasted with the dazzling eyes, which looked like blood flowers blooming.
His heart felt inexplicably tight.
His clear eyes were filled with disbelief. He took two steps forward in a daze, and suddenly grabbed Dr. Xiao, who was nearest to him. The latter was talking to Mu Yan'er, and sensing his abnormality, he turned around and looked at him in surprise. His handsome face turned white inexplicably.
"Prime Minister Yue, what's wrong with you?"
"I……"
As soon as Xi Lingyue opened her mouth, she felt her finger was bitten slightly.
The force is not heavy, but it is like a feather brushing against the heart.
The softest part of Xi Lingyue's heart was suddenly touched. He smiled elegantly at the strange Xiao Yuyan. It was obviously still the same warm jade smile as before, but Xiao Yuyan's mood became heavy for some reason.
I just heard him say: "It's nothing. Since Miss Yan is here, the Emperor is naturally fine. I'd better leave first."
"Can……"
Xiao Yuyan wanted to say something else, but turned back and glanced at the pale woman.
Feeling relieved for no reason.
As long as she is here, the Emperor will be fine.
So he nodded and lightly tapped his shoulder, "I'll have a drink with you another day!"
Xilingyue smiled and said nothing. She looked past him at the woman behind him and nodded.
Then he raised his feet, crossed the two of them, and walked forward.
Qing Jiu finally felt relieved. She lowered her head and pressed it against Xiling Yue's cold skin. She didn't want to see Xiao Yuyan now, not at all. She even didn't want to see Mu Yan'er. Go to the sky and pray.
This body was suddenly so weak that it looked like it would die in the next moment.
Oh, as expected, even God didn’t help her?
When she thought she was no longer just a snake, when she thought she could at least control other people's minds, when she finally thought she could at least compete with that person, God made such a joke on her?
She felt that the life in her body was dissipating little by little, like a burst balloon.
The vitality is getting away bit by bit.
But she was helpless.
Fatigue and helplessness suddenly swept over me.
It made her tired and anxious.
Her snake body slowly softened, and a very shallow red light slowly enveloped her surroundings. It was so weak that it almost dissipated in the next moment.
"roar--"
They had just walked not far away when a leopard's roar suddenly came from the imperial study room behind them.
Restless, restless.
The sound of claws scratching the door panel was inexplicably harsh.
"Squeak!"
Suddenly, the door to the royal study room was suddenly opened, without any warning and out of the blue.
At the same time, a slender figure appeared at the door, holding the door frame tightly with both hands, as if trying to endure something.
His handsome face was haggard, and his bloodshot eyes were dark and complex, moving around irritably, as if he was looking for something.
But after scanning around, there was nothing.
The hand holding the door frame was tightly clenched, but at the next moment, he loosened it in defeat.
His movements were slow and stiff, and he took a step back little by little.
A low smile just escaped from the thin lips, hoarse and lonely, "How is it possible...how is it possible..."
She died, died in front of him.
How could she come back?
But what happened to that familiar feeling and heartache just now?
Why did he have the feeling that she was beside him at that moment?