Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

Dong Zhao looked at him from a distance, then got up to meet him.

"Master, you are finally back."

"You weren't there when Yan Yan and I paid homage, so you must drink this glass of wedding wine."

As Dong Zhao spoke, he quickly poured a glass of wine and handed it over.

Ye Qiao's hands hidden in his sleeves clenched into fists, and he was about to fall down at any moment.

"Azhao, you forgot, I don't know how to drink."

Dong Zhao was taken aback, and quickly changed him to a cup of green tea.

"I'm sorry, Master, I forgot it for a while."

"You drink tea."

Ye Qiao secretly took a deep breath, raised his hand to take it, and forcefully controlled his trembling hand, but still spilled some, and he quickly drank it down.

"Master, are you alright?" Dong Zhao asked nervously.

Ye Qiao shook his head slightly, he didn't dare to speak anymore, his throat was filled with blood, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth again, blood would gush out from his mouth.

He gritted his teeth, pursed his lips tightly, and hurriedly walked towards the bedroom.

Yanyan glanced at Dong Zhao.

"Azhao, take a quick look at Master, you always feel that Master's complexion is very bad."

Dong Zhao nodded.

He raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.

Ye Qiao fell on the side of the bed, blood slowly slid down from the corner of his mouth, he clutched his chest and gritted his teeth.

The whole little face was distorted due to the pain, his body was trembling uncontrollably, his whole body was cold, but his chest was like burning.

"Master, are you okay?"

After a while, a sound finally came from the room.

"I'm fine as a teacher - I'm tired, I want to rest early."

Ye Qiao almost gritted his silver teeth before squeezing those words out of his lips.

Dong Zhao felt uneasy, and wanted to push the door in, but found that the door was locked inside.

"Then master, rest early."

Ye Qiao's face was covered with cold sweat, the pain was so great that he couldn't help himself, and the people outside the door seemed to be standing still.

He gritted his teeth and said "Yes"...

Dong Zhao was willing to leave.

The satin red silk came in through the crack of the door, and spread it on Ye Qiao's eyes very spiritually.

Ye Qiao was stunned, and raised her trembling hand to touch it lightly.

Even he himself didn't know why this red silk was suddenly so spiritual. If it hadn't been for it to suddenly entangle Shen Hui, he might have...

And this Hong Ling actually found it by herself, she really has spirituality.

Before he had time to study the red silk carefully, the sound of fighting suddenly sounded outside the room.

Ye Qiao frowned, feeling bad.

"Could it be that Shen Hui went up the mountain?!"

He struggled to get up from the ground, but his heart hurt so badly that he had no strength in his body, and just as he stood up, he fell heavily to the ground again.

With her cheek pressed against the cold ground, Ye Qiao gritted her teeth desperately.

Outside the room, Shen Hui's eyes turned red.

The wedding wine was spilled all over the floor, several red lanterns were broken, blood was spilled all over the ground, and the ground was in a mess.

In order to protect Yanyan from being injured, Dong Zhao persisted in Jialan Sword and fought Shen Hui desperately.

"Yanyan, hurry into the room and find Master!"

Yanyan was dressed in a red dress and was dainty and charming, his eyes were full of panic, he turned and ran to the door of the dormitory, wanting to ask Ye Qiao for help.

He knocked frantically on the door.

"Master, open the door quickly! Master, open the door quickly, Ah Zhao is about to be unstoppable, and A Zhao is about to die, Master, open the door quickly!"

Outside the door, Yanyan screamed heart-piercingly.

Ye Qiao was heartbroken when he heard that, he stretched his arms and wanted to stand up, but he finally got up and took two steps, his whole body went limp, his knees bent and he knelt heavily on the ground.

He helplessly stretched out his trembling hand, trying to open the door, but he was still far away from the door, and everything was of no avail.

Yanyan kept beating on the door outside the door, wanting to smash it into pieces.

"Master, Master, open the door quickly! Master!"

Shen Hui's eyes turned red, like crazy.

Dong Zhao roared at the bedroom while resisting Shen Hui.

"Master! Open the door!"

Shen Hui grinned, and his eyes fell on Yanyan.

"Ah Qiao, I'll help you kill this person who snatches your love, so that no one will snatch your little apprentice from you—"

Speaking of which, Shen Hui's red eyes were terrifying, and he killed Yanyan at the door of the dormitory with a murderous aura.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yanyan could only knock on the door frantically.

"Master, Master, open the door! Master! Master, I beg you to open the door!"

In the room, Ye Qiao was in a hurry more than anyone else, shaking violently, his mouth was full of blood, the blood dripped down the corner of his mouth onto the floor, he could only grit his teeth and crawl over bit by bit.

"Stay out of the way!"

Dong Zhao roared, and he stabbed towards Shen Hui thunderously with the Jialan sword.

Shen Hui had a gloomy face, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly threw out a talisman.

It's a binding spell.

Dong Zhao couldn't move for a moment.

Shen Hui grabbed Yanyan's neck.

Under the Qiong tree, Shen Hui firmly pressed Yanyan's head on the cold and hard stone table.

Yanyan let out a faint cry for help with his face full of horror.

"Azhao save me... Azhao save me..."

Dong Zhao struggled, his face was terribly red, and the veins on his forehead seemed to burst open.

Roaring and roaring at Shen Hui.

"Shen Hui! Don't touch him! Something is coming at me!"

Shen Hui sneered, the cold murderous intent in his eyes made people look terrified.

He squeezed Yanyan's chin fiercely, that cheek that was similar to Ye Qiaosheng's was reflected in his eyes.

He froze for a moment, then smiled mockingly.

"This face and eyes are really similar to my Ah Qiao... Unfortunately, Ah Qiao is Ah Qiao, no matter how similar he looks, he doesn't have half of his charm——"

As he spoke, there was a bit of malicious expression in his eyes, and he looked down leisurely.

"It's such a pity to die like this... how about..."

"Shen Hui! Don't fucking touch him, if you want to kill him, come at me!"

Shen Hui looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

Gritting his teeth, he sternly said, "I'll get him first, then you!"

After the words fell, Shen Hui will act for that (not much to say...you understand).

"Shen Hui, you are not human!"

Dong Zhao trembled violently, and shouted in despair in the direction of the bedroom.

"Master! Master!"

"Master, help me! Master!"

He yelled hysterically a lot.

The door of the room was tightly closed, with no intention of opening it.

Dong Zhao was desperate and indignant.

The sound of his shouting was so loud that even the dead could be revived by him. He didn't understand why the people in the room didn't come out to save them.

"Master!"

Desperate and miserable.

Watching helplessly as Shen Hui strangled Yanyan's neck, plundering his...

Yanyan watched in despair as Dong Zhao opened his mouth to call for help but couldn't make a sound. Dong Zhao felt like all the blood vessels in his body were about to burst.

Who can bear to watch his newly married wife being ... by someone else.

"Ah! Shen Hui, you are a fucking inhuman! Let him go, let him go!"

Shen Hui pressed Yanyan on the stone table with one hand, and pulled his hair fiercely with the other. Yanyan's eyes were red, blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and he was forced to look up at the helpless and maddened man in extreme pain.