Chapter 123

"Kill her?" The night clear falls the corner of the mouth to pick up a touch of secret sneer, "don't you think let her live, more miserable than dead?"

Hearing the words, Emperor Mo Xuan couldn't help laughing.

Indeed, for the night Qingling now, it is more difficult to live than to die.

The news that ye Qingling used the things of dark forces has spread all over Sanquan city.

It won't be long before it will spread across the land of Xilan and even the whole Nirvana realm.

His reputation was ruined, his heart was broken and his veins were broken

Living in pain, there is no way to die.

That's what makes life worse than death.

The night clear falls to Mei an to squint, although is coquettish beautiful, but also is full of Sen Leng Mang: "since she dares to hurt Xiaoyu, that must bear a hundred times of pain."

She has never been a good person.

She's a cold tempered person, to say the least.

As long as she is not involved, or threatened her existence, she is not in the least interested.

But

Once she is involved, it hurts the people around her.

She will never be soft.

The principle of night clearing and falling is very simple -

those who bully her, insult her and hurt her will be chased to the end in the end!

Guard her, protect her, love her, and do everything to protect her to the end!

This is her way of survival.

The night was clear, and the cold light of the eye was removed, and his face was calm: "the night is light It's better to pray that Xiaoyu has nothing to do, otherwise Her fate will be worse than that of the night

She turned her head and went straight ahead.

Emperor Mo Xuan eyebrows and eyes overflow smile, extremely lazy.

He gazed at the clear back of the night, and his eyes twinkled with meaningful color.

Sure enough, little things are the same kind of people as he is.

He is not like an ordinary woman. He conceals his true nature.

This is the woman he is looking for.

The smile of emperor Mo Xuan's mouth was more and more profound and charming, which bewitched people.

……

Mu family.

As soon as ye Qingluo and Emperor Mo Xuan arrived at the gate, the boy had already met him and invited them into the mansion.

A servant girl came and led them to the pharmacy.

Outside the pharmacy, several doctors in robes came in and out, frowning, and faintly heard the voice of Mu Zifan coming from the room.

Night Qingluo heart a shudder, quickly open the door, rushed into the room.

"Miss seven, you are here." Mu Zi Fei stood by the bed with a row of silver needles in his hands.

"Miss..." Purple Ling cried into tears, guarding the bedside, a pair of red and swollen eyes, pitifully looking at the night.

"How is Xiaoyu?"

Night Qingluo twisted eyebrows, looking at the youth on the bed.

Night Feng Yu eyes closed lying on the bed, a bloody coat has been faded, wrapped up on a thick bandage.

Above the bandage, there was still bright red blood.

A little tender face, as pale as paper, without the slightest blood color.

Night clear throat, suddenly a tight, as if something, strangled her neck.

I can't breathe.

Trembling, she walked slowly to the bed.

A pair of beautiful eyes, with a bit of water mist.

The reason why Xiao Yu lies here seriously is for her.

"Miss Qi, don't worry. The eighth young master is just some skin injuries. After a period of cultivation, he will be fine." Mu Zi fan soothes the way with warm voice.

He sticks to the hand of the silver needle and skillfully pricks the silver needle into the acupoint of night Fengyu, which is fluent and skillful.

Night clear falls choked voice, light "um" one.

Five fingers, unconsciously curled up, clenched.

Looking at night Feng Yu lying unconscious in bed, she felt that, pick break night Qingling's veins, is really punishment too light!

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