Demon Phoenix Evil Emperor: Killer Crazy Concubine

Chapter 47 The assassin's silver mask in the queen's palace covered Ye Xieming's face, and even covered his real expression under the mask. Only the faint, seemingly absent thoughts under his eyes were captured by Jing Yirong.

She did feel that he was very familiar, inexplicably familiar, but she was still unable to determine whether her feeling was wrong.

"Prince," Xiao Yan's eager voice came from outside the house.

"Why are you standing at the door, where are your clothes?" Nalan Qingyi's usual Hexi voice.

Ye Xieming leaned down, "If I let your prince see us in the same room, what do you think he will think?"

"Why does he think it has nothing to do with me?" Jing Yirong answered calmly.

Ye Xieming raised his eyebrows, "I'm very satisfied that you don't care about him at all. If you really fall in love with him, he won't live long."

"Don't touch him." Jing Yirong raised his eyes, "Whether you want to save me or kill me, don't get involved with him."

Ye Xieming's eyes bloomed with an unpredictable light, and he looked straight at Jing Yirong, seeming to be a little teasing but also seemed to have some deep meaning. In short, when Jing Yirong couldn't understand his thoughts, he Disappeared.

The door was opened, Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Qingyi calmly, "What do you want from me?"

Nalan Qingyi's eyes were full of painful dreams and heartache, and he stroked Jing Yirong's pale cheek, "Why do you get hurt every time I'm not by your side? I keep saying that I want to protect you, but I can't fulfill my promise .”

"Nalan Qingyi is enough!" Jing Yirong said irritably, "You never asked you to protect me, you don't need to blame yourself."

Nalan Qingyi's face was gloomy, "You really didn't ask me to protect you. In fact, I am not qualified to protect you. Yirong, now I finally admit that I am useless. I can only stand by and watch every time."

Nalan Qingyi's face was ashen ashes, and he closed his eyes in pain, with helpless despair on his face, "I can't let go of your hand, because I can't live without you. But such actions make you Falling into a desperate situation, I don't know how to protect you next, what to do to make myself worthy of you."

Jing Yirong has never seen Nalan Qingyi so sad and angry, he is always gentle and has no temper, and is a good person in everyone's eyes.Self-confident and unrestrained, gentle and considerate, but now she feels inferior and self-pitying.

Jing Yirong couldn't bear to step forward, walking beside Nalan Qingyi, you lightly grabbed his hand, and said helplessly, "There is nothing wrong with you."

"Really?" Nalan Qingyi frowned deeply, "I don't know a little bit of martial arts, I haven't even died before, and I still meddle in my own business..."

"You are not as bad as you said," Jing Yirong interrupted Nalan Qingyi, "You can be a kind person, but don't be a Confucian, only Confucian can feel inferior and feel sorry for himself."

Nalan Qingyi smiled bitterly, "I feel inferior and feel sorry for you just because I fell in love with you. Falling in love with someone who is stronger than me, I can't protect her, I can only let her go through everything by herself, which makes me humble to the dust inside."

Nalan Qingyi's plaintive words flowed slowly into Jing Yirong's dry heart like a trickle of water, and the faint fragrance of water was accompanied by warmth.

In the end, Jing Yirong still couldn't bear Nalan Qingyi's sadness, no matter how much he looked down on him before, no matter how much he cared about him now, he still couldn't bear it.

Jing Yirong took the initiative to snuggle up to Nalan Qingyi, and couldn't help but let out a soft voice, "You are doing well, you have been doing well."

Nalan Qingyi froze all over, followed by a tide of emotion and joy, he stretched out his shoulders and hugged Jing Yirong in a bewildered manner, carefully and firmly, "I'm sorry for hurting you, just trust me , I would rather be injured than let you be hurt."

Jing Yirong didn't want to answer, didn't want to admit it.But the voice was faithful to what he thought in his heart, and he said, "I believe in you"

"You believe me!?" Nalan Qingyi gently pushed Jing Yirong away, clasped her shoulders with both hands, with an excited expression, "You said you believed me."

"No, I never said it." Jing Yirong suddenly realized that he regretted it, but Nalan Qingyi hugged Jing Yirong into his arms and hugged him tightly, "You don't have to admit it, I heard Yes. I've heard you say you believe me."

Jing Yirong didn't refute anymore, at this moment she was willing to let Nalan Qingyi's happiness be maintained so simply.

Nalan Qingyi held Jing Yi into her arms, her gentle lips revealing an imperceptible sense of pride.Jing Yirong's heart is soft, he has grasped Jing Yirong's Achilles heel, and will not let go.

Jing Yirong had to rest for seven full days before recovering from his health. From this, it can be seen that Dian Jun's martial arts are really powerful.Ye Xieming came five times in seven days, and dropped a book the last time.Jing Yirong flipped through it a few times, and sure enough, the martial arts inside were more refined and miraculous.

If Dian Jun thinks that he can forget it so easily, he is wrong.The revenge of this battle, she will definitely take revenge in time.

Nalan Zhijin walked into the hut with another cup of medicine in his hand and put it on the table, wanting to speak, but he just moved his lips and finally did not speak.Jing Yi couldn't bear to look at that look of hesitation but caring.

She admitted that she held grudges, so she couldn't forgive Nalan Zhijin easily.Even though half of him was being used, I just couldn't forgive Nalan Zhijin for choosing Huatang in his heart.

What Jing Yirong is willing to admit is that she holds grudges, but who knows that what she is unwilling to admit is her heartache.The more you care about it, the easier it is for the other party to make mistakes. Jing Yirong probably did this because he cared too much about Nalan Zhijin.

Drinking the pill, it was the last pill, the end of the last happy moment of the great Queen of Hades.Jing Yirong did not forget who the mastermind was when Dianjun left.

Since you have the guts to find a killer to take your own life, you have to be prepared to accept the consequences.

As the sun set, Jing Yirong appeared in the queen's palace in black.An Wan entered the pool to take a bath under the service of the servants.

The rose petals in a pool exude a faint floral fragrance, and the warm water temperature makes people feel comfortable.An Wan closed her eyes in enjoyment, and lay quietly in the pool.Ghost Shadow Gate accepted her money, although there was still no movement during this time, but it is estimated that Jing Yirong's life will not be saved for a long time, thinking of this only makes her feel more comfortable.

Jing Yi's icy gaze fell on An Wan who was enjoying herself, as long as she lightly moved a finger, this woman could die in front of her immediately, but how could she let her die so happily.

An Wan suddenly noticed some unfavorable gazes, and suddenly opened her eyes. When she saw Jing Yirong with a cold face in black by the pool, she was startled, "Why are you here? Someone..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold knife was placed on his neck, "You better shut up, I can't guarantee that your voice will cut your neck with a slight tremor of your hand."

"You, you are presumptuous." An Wan looked at Jing Yirong nervously, "Do you know that this is a capital offense for you?"

"Capital crime?" Jing Yirong sneered, "It's not bad to catch you as a backstop if you want to die. An Wan, I'll give you a face and call you queen, who knows that you are courting death yourself. Have you ever thought about the consequences of finding a killer to assassinate me? ?”

An Wan's face, which was originally rosy due to the water vapor, immediately turned pale, and gradually lost its color, "You..."

"I'm really disappointed that I didn't die." Jing Yirong held up the knife and gently leaned against An Wan's face, "Part of the reason why Nalan Zhenhai loves you so much is because of your face. If I draw a few wounds on your face, do you think Nalan Zhenhai will still spoil you?"

"You can't do this to me, you can't!" An Wan yelled in fear, as if she wanted to use her voice to attract the guards.The goal was not achieved, but it caused a sharp pain, "Ah."

The cold knife pierced straight into Bai Nen's arm, blood gushed out like a spring, the knife separated the flesh, the pain was like ants biting the flesh.

"If you scream again, I'll cut off your tongue." Jing Yirong's voice was like ice skates, without any emotion, more like a demon.

An Wan tightly shut her mouth, restraining herself from making a muffled cry.With tears streaming down her cheeks, An Wan desperately nodded, begging for mercy.

Jing Yirong pulled out the knife, An Wan felt dizzy coming, she would rather pass out than let Jing Yirong torture her again.

Jing Yirong sneered and pressed An Wan's arm into the water, watching the bright red blood seep into the warm pool little by little, and slowly fade away, the smell of blood melted into the faint fragrance of flowers, it was strange to let People want to spit it out.

"You said if your blood dries up slowly, will the water in this pool look better?" Jing Yirong showed a strange expression like a satan.

An Wan shook her head again and again, "Please, please, please let me go."

"Let you go?" Jing Yirong patted An Wan's cheek with a knife, "I let you go, did you let me go? I warned you not to mess with me, but you just didn't listen." If you don’t listen to me, of course I will tell you why you can’t mess with me. In fact, you should understand that I don’t want to kill you. After all, you are too dirty to be my knife.”

"I really don't deserve it, I just ask you to let me go." An Wan became more and more frightened, with more panic and fear in her eyes.The bleeding arm has not stopped, and death seems to be in front of her eyes, but she is approaching death and there is no definite result. This kind of torture is really unbearable for her.

Jing Yirong grabbed An Wan's hair, and An Wan had to look up.Jing Yirong put the sharp knife between An Wan's neck and rubbed it lightly as if playing.

"You must not move. As long as you move and I don't pay attention, your neck will bleed. If it is more serious, I can't take care that I won't cut your blood vessels."

An Wan didn't dare to move, the blood on her face was gone.Tears of despair on the verge of collapse spilled out of his eyes little by little, sobbing slowly.

Jing Yirong looked at An Wan's performance with satisfaction, "I didn't expect you to be so useless, and this little thing can make you so scared. Do you know? You are like a dog I have seen, dying. Gasping for breath, the usual arrogance has disappeared without a trace, you really make me feel sick like this."