The regular movement of the wind was broken. Si Ying looked away and suddenly kicked the ball out of your hand. It fell to the ground and dissipated instantly, causing you to stagger back.

"Oh? It seems that the person who killed Shebishi was my dear Qinghe."

"The wounds on its body are neatly incised, and the connection between blood vessels and flesh and blood is even more neatly broken. I guess you didn't kill Qinghe, right?"

Before you finish speaking, she will rush to hug you.

But just as she was about to leave, a rag doll that had fallen on the roof and was bleeding suddenly appeared. He looked directly at her. His face, which had been scratched beyond recognition, was just a hair away from hers. The smelly blood flowed from the air close at hand. It entered her nasal cavity, but Siying's expression was calm and she stared at the doll without blinking, as if she looked down on this little trick.

The red mist condensed in the palm of your hand, and the handle of the knife condensed again. If you didn't answer her words, you made a move and prepared to fight with the beauty.

After receiving the instruction, Hongyan manipulated the silk threads in her palm to pull the doll, but she never expected that Siying wouldn't even hide, and the doll's bloody face directly pressed against the tip of Siying's nose.

......

After a brief silence, the beauty in red clothes and white hair let out a heart-rending howl.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Holding the dagger, you were so frightened that you saw Si Ying backing up violently, leaping onto Tantai Jin's bed in a hurry, "swish", lifting up his sleeves, and frantically wiping his entire face several times. Every time, while dancing, she accidentally stepped on Tantai Jin's thigh, and she screamed even louder.

“啊啊啊啊啊什么东西啊不是说只有魔兽吗?!怎么还有流腥臭血的鬼啊?!”

None of you noticed that Tantai Jin's eyebrows wrinkled slightly after being knocked unconscious.

you"......"

Beauty "......"

Disliked "She is really timid and mysophobic, boring."

Hongyan said something in your mind and then fell asleep, leaving you holding your weapon blankly and looking at the figure rubbing her face vigorously on the bed.

"If you... rub your face again, your skin will break."

Si Ying, who was stuffed in her sleeves, calmed down and calmed down. Then she wiped her red face and sat up. She tried to relieve her embarrassment and maintain her image, and coughed a few times.

"Qinghe, long time no see, you still like to tease me."

Once "Ji Ye asked you to come?!"

Was it really Ji Ye who sent Si Ying here? !

Jiye?

Qinghe was the only one who dared to call your Majesty by his name.

She looked you up and down with admiration and a bit of joy in her eyes.

Anxiously, he said, "You tell me."

If Ji Ye sends Si Ying...

You can only pray that Ji Ye doesn’t know what you did.

You must not let Si Ying know what you did and report it to Ji Ye, and even lie with Tantai Jin.

"No, I sensed you were here and came here to find you."

Hongyan's fingertips quietly tried to stun her, but the hand stopped at the back of her head and slowly retracted.

Probe: "Then...does Jiye know?"

"Your Majesty, I don't know yet."

Raising his eyebrows, "Qinghe is afraid that your Majesty will know?"

Smiling "No...no..."

Yes, you are scared to death of him.

It's clear that I didn't do anything to you, but you always feel like a helpless white rat on the experimental table, whose insides were dug open, and you were lying naked in front of Ji Ye holding a scalpel.

She glanced at the corpse of Shebi Zhi on the ground. The sword was deadly, but it was the weapon inserted into the forehead that took away the demon's life. A small round hole penetrated the entire skull. It was definitely not from Qing who had never experienced close-up assassination before. The hand of the grass.


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