King's Sacrificial Queen

Ignoring Xiao Ling's astonishment, the maid left with her hips swaying.

Xiao Ling stood there for a moment, then walked over cautiously.

There were no other maidservants in the room, only Mr. Xiao'er——

lie on the floor!

Seeing Xiao'er lying on the ground, Xiao Ling immediately ran over, helped Xiao'er up, and called his name a few times.

But at this moment, Xiao'er's face was pale, her eyes were closed tightly, there was still a trace of blood on the corner of her lips, and there was a large area of ​​bright red on her chest.

It seemed that someone had just stabbed him, and there was a bloody knife beside him.

Without even thinking about it, Xiao Ling picked up the knife and looked at it. Is this the murder weapon?

"What are you doing?"

Crazy redness shook the entire palace, Xiao Ling turned his head in horror, and saw Zhan Ye standing angrily at the door, his eyes fixed on the knife in Xiao Ling's hand!

Noticing his gaze, Xiao Ling subconsciously dropped the knife.

He didn't mean any harm, he just wanted to take a look and see if he could help.

There was no one in the room, if he didn't check on Xiao'er's situation, Xiao'er would die here.but now--

Seeing that Dead Ye came to Xiao'er's side in a flash, he kicked Xiao Ling away angrily, hugged Xiao'er in his arms, and called his name carefully.

"Xiao'er, Xiao'er, wake up, wake up!"

Noticing the trembling in Dead Ye's voice, Xiao Ling knelt on the floor beside him.

This is the side of Xing Ye who cares about Xiao'er, using it on herself, the tenderness she treats herself, in the final analysis, the reason why she doesn't care is because she is facing his face.

Everything is fake, all fake??????

I knew it when I was fantasizing, but now that I see it, my heart hurts so much.

Xiao Ling lowered his head, trying not to look at it as much as possible.

He doesn't ask much, just give him fantasy.

All he wants is fantasy!

But now, even this is a luxury!

Seeing Xiao'er's weak breath, Dead Ye once again stared at Xiaoling with red eyes.

He never imagined that he saw such a side when he came here.

But no matter how angry he was, he knew that Xiao Ling didn't have the guts to hurt Xiao'er, but why?Will Xiao Ling appear here?

Was it controlled by someone?Human beings are fragile, anyone with a little ability can control him, but no matter what, it is an indisputable fact that Xiaoling hurt Xiao'er!

Noticing Xing Ye's hateful gaze, Xiao Ling knew in his heart that it was impossible for him to even have his last fantasy.

Maybe in the beginning, I never had it.

Everything is my own self-righteousness!

Dead Ye didn't care too much, and immediately input power into Xiao'er's body.

Use all your strength to keep Xiao'er's heart, but treat Xiao'er's wound.

"Oh, son, what's the matter with you, son?"

Luyue suddenly appeared with tea, and when she saw Xiao'er like this, she immediately dropped the tea set and ran over, the exquisite porcelain fell to the ground with a harsh sound.

It was as if Xiaoling's mood at the moment was already broken.

"To shut up!"

Seeing that Luyue was too noisy, Dead Ye viciously said the word shut up.

Then I heard Xiao'er's painful groans throughout her life.

"Xiao'er? Xiao'er? How's it going?"

Seeing Xiao'er wake up, Xing Ye anxiously asked about his situation.

Slowly opening her eyes, Xiao'er pays attention to Dead Ye.

Then he called out "Your Majesty" softly and aggrievedly!

"Xiao'er, what's the matter, what happened? Who hurt you?"

Dead Ye's voice was impatient, and his hands hugged him more tightly.

Xiao'er shed tears aggrieved, then looked at Xiao Ling who was kneeling beside her.

All his eyes were on him, hoping that Xiao'er could tell the truth that he had never done anything.

"It's him--"

Xiao'er just spat out two words with great effort, and then put her head into the arms of the dead night, weeping aggrievedly.Seeing this, Dead Ye stared at Xiao Ling again, with a vicious look as if he could rush over and tear him to pieces in the next second.

Everything is broken.

Fantasy or something, it is no longer possible to have.

not me???????

I didn't do it???????

Why are you????????

To lie????????????

Anyone who Xiao Ling wants to defend can do it, except Xing Ye, who doesn't want to see contempt and resentment in this person's eyes.

But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't utter a single word.

Said, is it useful?

Xiao Ling asked himself, then bowed his head, and never looked at it again.He doesn't know what will happen next, and it's useless if he knows it. All he can do is accept it unconditionally.

He is just, this man's slave!

This is an unalterable fact.

Seeing that Xiao Ling didn't try to defend himself, Dead Ye didn't want to waste time on Xiao Ling.

He picked up Xiao'er and went to rest in the hall.Beside the bed, Xiao'er was still holding on to Zhan Ye's arm and refused to let go:

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid!"

Dead Ye just patted Xiao'er's arm lightly, then sat beside him to accompany him.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. You have a good rest, I won't go."

Sitting on the head of the bed, Dead Ye did not leave.Let Xiao'er grab her arm and watch him rest.

"My lord, don't punish him too much. He is still useful to my lord."

Before resting, Xiao'er said such a sentence, then turned her head away, and shed tears silently.

Dead Ye saw everything in his eyes. Although he didn't say anything, everything changed in this silence.

Luyue packed up the pieces and glanced at Xiao Ling who was still kneeling there.

From the beginning to the end, he never said a single excuse.

I thought he would say something, but now it was better for him to keep silent, everything seemed more natural.

With a sneer, Luyue also left.In Nuo Da's palace, only Xiao Ling was kneeling there, accompanied by the faint sound of the wind, everything seemed so desolate.

Xiaoer fell asleep, very familiar.

Only then did Dead Ye let go of his hand, and then came to the main hall.

There were only the two of them standing and kneeling in the room, Xiao Ling still lowered his head, noticing the shadow in front of him and the familiar combat boots in his sight, Xiao Ling waited silently for the death of the night.

Maybe, it will really be thrown to those guards.

These are things that he cannot change.

This man's hand was like a huge net, holding him tightly, the more he struggled, the more painful it would be.

"For what? Out of jealousy? Or for fame?"

Death Ye's cold voice floated above Xiao Ling's head, shattering all of Xiao Ling's last hopes.

Everything is irreparable.

He didn't say anything, and Death Ye's eyes became colder and colder.

"Since that's the case, there's no need for me to be merciful to you. I'm just a slave, but I have a lot of jealousy. I really deserve to be a human, a humble creature."