Lengao left tears, tears of regret. Regret, hate oneself to do those things, but already late.
She wanted to talk, but the organs around her throat were slowly disappearing. * she can't match anyone.
She wanted to die, but she couldn't.
She wanted to contact people to save her, but she saw that all the people who had not been evacuated in the dark Pavilion were moving towards the middle of the blood pool one by one. The expression on her face was afraid.
"Leng Ao Li, do you want these people to save you. Ha ha... " Early in the other open space, Zixuan stood there, looking at the cold and proud to struggle to leave.
"These people are all hurt by you. If they die, you are the one who killed them. If you don't hurt the master's woman, you won't be like this, you slowly regret it. Come on, take them to the darkroom. " Zixuan is wearing a mask, but it is not difficult to see her anger.
These people will be refined into death guards, that is to say, if people live through drug control, their memory will be cleared, they will be injected with instructions, and then they will be bathed and refined with medicinal herbs. The death guards will only accept the orders of one person, which is determined by the northern Ming Dynasty. These people are more loyal and invincible than the dead men. But it is very harmful to the body, which is why the people who use the cold family castle. I'm afraid the people in lengjiabao will never know about this.
Cold pride from the heart has been dead. Even the people who were undercover here were caught. They did not know the meaning of the northern hell's decision. They were afraid of killing the donkey. Therefore, they had their own undercover agents in the dark Pavilion. This time, they were all taken out, and none of them were left.
Lengaoli is the next owner of lengjiabao. Naturally, she knows that. She has just seen clearly that none of them is wrong, all of them.
She wanted to shout, but there was nothing she could do. The pain of the body slowly recovers. He tried to find out what life is not like death, and what is the heart piercing sword.
Time passed by. Dongfang Yi also had a little blush on his face. The next day. Time really passed quickly, but for Beiming Jue, it was like years. He sat by the bed and looked at the East. There was no sign of him waking up, but his face had improved. He was not very worried.
In the afternoon, he didn't wake up. He couldn't wait, but he could bear it. In the evening, Dongfang Yi still didn't wake up. He couldn't help but send people to call for ghosts.
"Master, don't worry. The girl's health has improved, but she didn't wake up. It may be because her body function has not been well rested. It is good for her to sleep more. As long as she continues to take the medicine I have prepared, she will be fine. Take it easy. Don't be nervous. " Beiming definitely heard the guarantee of the ghost, and he relaxed a lot. He sent the ghost down. He walked to the bed, looking at the east one by one sleeping face. There is heartache.
One day passed, two days passed, and five days passed. Dongfang did not show any signs of waking up. He was asleep all the time, but he could not wake up no matter how he called.
Beiming will be completely crazy, he took the east one by one to the ghost's residence, the ghost did not get up at that time. He went to kick the door, scared the ghost, thought something was wrong.
"Master, you are..." The ghost looked at Beiming Jue who came in one by one holding the East. He didn't know what happened. As soon as he put on his clothes, Beiming decided to kick open the door and come in. He can see the Beiming Jue behind the mask, his face is very bad.