The female supporting role of the abusive novel was once again manipulated by the coquettish villain

He walked behind her and stood still, seeing her motionless as if frozen, he was not annoyed, but looked down at her.

The wide collar of the palace robe couldn't cover the ambiguous traces on her shoulders and neck, and the mottled bruises were all over the place, almost contiguous. No matter how you looked at it, it was shocking.

From this angle, he was able to see it all.

For a moment, a trace of pity flashed in his purple pupils, and the strange color diluted the gloom and gloom within.

He squatted down, resting his chin on the top of her hair, facing the mirror, he raised his hand, caressing the bite mark on her neck, moving, bringing out a subtle itching and silent charm.

However, the girl who was sitting still seemed to be ignorant, her clear eyes looked directly at herself in the makeup mirror, without any entanglement.

Without getting any feedback from her, he raised his eyelids and looked at her in the bronze mirror, and their gazes met in the mirror.

Seeing her face so cold that there was no trace of warmth, he moved his hand up and stroked her lips with his thumb, as if he wanted to find something from the bright red lip color.

For his behavior, she still didn't have any reaction, as if she had been hit by his puppet art.

This kind of thought made his heart tremble slightly, he grabbed her cheek, pushed her head back, and lowered his head to search for her strangeness.

After confirming that she hadn't been affected by any sorcery, he felt relieved, then lowered his head, and kissed her on the lips.

"Be good, don't make me angry." He let go of her face and straightened her head.

Seeing that her hair was disheveled, he picked up the wooden comb on the table and gently combed her long hair, pulling out a girlish bun she often wears, and embellished her favorite plain beads between the hair with ease. flower.

Logically speaking, the Empress should no longer wear a maiden bun or wear plain tassels, but he likes her like this, because this is how he remembered her when she liked him the most.

"Your Majesty, this is not in line with etiquette." Her tone was as calm as her face.

Hearing the word "Jun Shang", his hand suddenly stopped, and he finally understood where his panic came from.

He didn't like her being so deliberately alienated.

This made him more uncomfortable than killing him.

He lowered his hands, tightened his grip on her shoulders, and held her tightly in his arms.

"Senior Sister, I was wrong, can you forgive me?" Buried in the back of her neck, his voice was dull and hoarse.

These words and actions are his usual means of taking advantage of her compassion. Every time in the past, as long as he behaved like this, she would soften her heart.

But now that she has seen his vicious and violent face clearly, no matter what, she can no longer be soft-hearted towards him.

Ying Lian found it ironic that such a vicious person could blind her eyes by pretending to be pitiful.

"Your Majesty, this is not in line with etiquette." She was referring to his gestures and words.

"Don't call me like that!" He roared unbearably, and at the same time, tightened the strength on his arm.

The whole body was already sore, and Ying Lian only felt the pain when he was so tightly bound, and when she frowned, she couldn't help but shed some physiological tears.

She smiled sarcastically, and her body shook, "Your Majesty..."

"Shut up!" he yelled angrily, showing his sternness again.

"I order you, shut up." These words calmed down a lot.

After the words fell, Ying Lian really didn't say any more. She endured the pain and looked straight at the two people who were close together in the mirror, so intimate that they were like married couples.

Unfortunately, it's just like that.

The air froze, and the red silk and red candles that surrounded the room could not dilute the coldness at all.

With some clarity in his mind, he slowly raised his head and looked at the pale man in the mirror.

Noticing that her body was trembling slightly, and realizing that he was exerting too much force, he hastily relaxed his grip on her.

Ying Lian took advantage of this to pull his hand away, stood up by herself, and walked out.

Sensing her intention, he stood up quickly, grabbed her wrist, but let go when he saw the circle of bruises on her wrist clearly.

"Where are you going?" He asked as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Go out and get some air."

"No." He said without resistance.

Ying Lian slowly raised his eyelids and glanced at him, but didn't refute, just paused, "Yes."

Before he could respond, she walked around him and walked past him.

The moment they passed by, she didn't hesitate at all.

He reached out, trying to grab her arm, but in vain.

The hem of the clothes lightly brushed over his hand, evoking a slight itchiness, and that feeling went straight to his heart, but it was like a needle prick.

How can someone, after losing it once, have not learned it, haven't learned it yet?

The funny thing is, he only understands now.

He seems, not lost her more than 300 years ago, but now.

He will never understand how to let go of himself while letting her go.

Confused by his thoughts, he turned his head and glanced at her thin back, then walked out.

The distance between the two is getting farther and farther, and I don't know if it's just a physical distance, or...a heart distance.

Ying Lian sat at the wedding table, the bright red color burned her eyes, she bent her arms on the table, buried her face in her arms.

Rather than being trapped by love, she should think about how to rescue Shen Chiyue safely, and how to grasp Suyu's weakness.

*

The Dark Prison of Burning Blood Palace.

The darkness condenses into viscous blood in this space.

Shen Chi was thrown into the deepest and darkest prison. On the pile of weeds, his original white robe was covered with blood and swallowed up.

His body was hot, and he was so weak that he lay limp on the weeds, his eyes blurred.

The signal of imminent death was branded on his heart, and he had to accept one thing, even if God gave him a second chance, he still couldn't defeat Suyu, nor could he save anyone.

He couldn't help but think of his previous life, even if Su Linhua used him like that and hurt him so cruelly, he was never as desperate as he is now.

If he could go back earlier, he would definitely not choose to bring Ying Lian back to Hengyue Xianshan.

She can escape from the evil hands of the ghost doctor in Guigu, take the "ugly black fish" she was looking for, and go to a small border village to spend the rest of her life in peace.

However, no if.

Unfortunately, no if.

"Master."

In the blur, he seemed to see a hand shaking in front of his eyes, and it seemed that Ying Lian appeared here.

He thought that he must be close to death, and had hallucinations.

He closed his eyes.

Ying Lian looked at the festering blood holes on Shen Chiyue's body, and then at his pale face, and realized that he had lost consciousness, and her heart sank.

Without hesitation, she hurriedly found a pill from the storage ring and fed it to him.

Shen Chiyue was undoubtedly extremely vigilant, even though he was seriously injured, he still gritted his teeth and resisted the inexplicable foreign objects.

"Master, this is the best healing pill." Seeing that he didn't take it, she anxiously explained.

Her voice became clear in his ears, he tried his best to lift his eyelids, he felt sorry for the person who came, trembling, he opened his mouth with difficulty, and took the pill in her hand.

When did the Qing Leng Xianzun, who is so beautiful and beautiful, ever be in such a mess?

Ying Lian couldn't bear to close her eyes, and the redness at the end of her eyes deepened.