cold wings

"That spiritual power..." He opened his half-closed blue eyes and stared at the white gauze curtain on the top. What Mu Han thought of was still the 50-year agreement. He could vaguely feel that the [-]-year agreement might It's not just what it seems.

The days go by quickly, and whenever Qingyu passes by the Moon Pavilion, a kind of uneasiness arises spontaneously. She tries her best to calm down the doubts and guesses she heard, but as time goes by, the fear hidden in her heart becomes more and more serious. obvious.

Suddenly felt a strange and cold aura slowly approaching, Qingyu suddenly turned her head, and saw Bingyixuan standing behind her at some point, but Qingyu could clearly feel that Bingyixuan's aura was a bit disordered.

"Palace Master!"

Bingyixuan no longer looked at the sapphire, and pushed the door in, her footsteps were as light as snow falling on the ground, without any dust.

At this moment, Qingyu had already forgotten Mu Han's warning to her, instead she felt a sense of relief, she was completely relieved of the heavy burden.

However, after a while, there was no movement in the Yueyue Pavilion, the door was not closed, and even the only sound of breathing could not be heard.

The inherent sensitivity made Qingyu realize something, she rushed into the Moon-chasing Pavilion, when the scene she saw spread all over her eyes, at that moment, the trembling all over her body made Qingyu almost fail to support her body, and collapsed to the ground.

Mottled and staggered blue traces spread all over the Chasing Moon Pavilion, a piece of monster blue soaked in blood on the soft couch, on the bed, on the sandalwood table, on the soft curtain, on the letter paper scattered on the ground... the chasing moon is as holy as snow. Yuege was stained with blood, and her eyes hurt with coquettish despair.

Qingyu's lips trembled, she couldn't believe everything in front of her eyes: "How could you vomit so much blood...how could..."

Qingyu lowered her head slowly, she didn't dare to look at Bingyixuan's expression anymore, she just felt that the back of the palace master who had always been indifferent but still standing tall at this moment seemed to be a broken paper-cut, thin and trembling.

"Where is he now?" The slightly hoarse voice overflowed faintly, without a trace of strength at all.

"Subordinate... this subordinate doesn't know." Qingyu was so flustered that tears welled up in her eyes: "My lord won't let anyone in, my subordinate dare not..."

Bing Yixuan turned around abruptly, staring at Qingyu angrily, as if she wanted to split Qingyu's body into pieces fiercely, the anger in her eyes filled her silver eyes, the extreme anger made Qingyu couldn't help but take a few steps back, she was so scared that she couldn't say a word talk.

"Is he hiding from me..." Silver eyes narrowed coldly, Bing Yixuan approached Qingyu step by step, the bloody breath came, and the cold and poisonous eyes wanted to shoot through Qingyu Everywhere on the body.

Grabbing Qingyu's neck, he yelled, "Why did you help him hide it from me!?"

Qingyu's tears fell helplessly: "Palace Master, why did you lie to the Palace Master, the Palace Master should know better than his subordinates..."

With a shocking word, Qingyu could clearly feel the trembling of the hand that was pinching her throat.

The scenes in the movie echoed in my mind.

Bing Yixuan finally understands why he said those words resolutely and ruthlessly... The pain in his heart does not seem to be his own, the coldness and madness recede in his eyes, and the scattered crystal blue blood is like a sharp knife, piercing his flesh Heart, hard to breathe.

Bing Yixuan knew very well that Mu Han would not present his weak posture in front of him.

However, in the past few days, how much blood has Mu Han vomited and how much extreme pain he has endured alone... More mist in the enchantment than usual condenses in the center of the enchantment, and the stone bed surrounded by air-conditioning blooms. With a touch of coquettish blue.

Mu Han has no strength, his charming face has no trace of blood, it is as pale as the snow in the Tianshan Mountains, and the cold air condenses frost on the brows, destroying the already extremely cold body bit by bit.

"How's the taste?" A cold voice sounded from the barrier, and the blue eyes immediately turned cold and cold, replaced by a faint smile.

Bing Yixuan approached Mu Han, his silver eyes were filled with strange and invisible expressions, and he stared at Mu Han quietly.

Suddenly, the corner of Bing Yixuan's lips raised into a cold smile, his anger dissipated, he flicked his sleeve, and the silver light pierced every inch of Mu Han's skin.

Mu Han let out a muffled snort, and the cold sweat couldn't stop slipping down. He chuckled softly, "What does the Palace Master want his subordinates to do?"

Seeing that Mu Han didn't react at all, Bing Yixuan became even more angry: "You are obviously in pain, why don't you tell me that you are in pain!"

Blue eyes narrowed slightly, filled with a sarcastic smile: "Compared to the previous life?"

Resentment was condensed on the stiff face, Bing Yixuan said furiously: "Damn it, you can't forget it!"

Mu Han bit his lip and said nothing, the shuttle of spiritual power affected every inch of his bones, splitting his soul invisible, and the clenched hands were almost crushed.

"You are obviously in pain, why don't you say anything!?"

Those obstinate and stubborn blue eyes made Bing Yixuan wish to dig them out at this moment.

"Hehe, are you an idiot? Xuan, I won't cry out for pain!" Blue eyes looked at silver eyes, and suddenly smiled.

The silver eyes suddenly lifted up, and a bright light flashed across the pupils in an instant, shaking crystal clear.

The chest was stabbed again, and Mu Han couldn't help but shudder all over, the bewitching blood streaked down the corner of his lips, desolate and coquettish.

Bing Yixuan held Mu Han's wrist, his eyes were complex and elusive, but his expression calmed down, he was no longer so crazy and angry.

Bing Yixuan's hand slowly caressed that pale yet gorgeous face.Feeling the touch of his face, Mu Han wanted to laugh but couldn't.Bing Yixuan rolled over behind Mu Han, pressed against Mu Han's back, and transmitted the spiritual power into Mu Han's body.

"I am your palace lord during the day, and I am your only Xuan at night. Don't torture your body anymore, remember?"