Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

Hearing his words, Dong Zhao trembled slightly.

He didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but in the next second, he understood, and the price for him to understand was too great.

The corner of Dong Zhao's lips curled up into a faint smile, but after seeing the man spitting out blood, his playful eyes suddenly became tense.

Ye Qiao's whole body was in pain and convulsions, his face was pale without the slightest trace of blood, his eyes were glowing red, and fresh blood kept gushing from his mouth, as if he wanted to spit out all the blood in his body.

Dong Zhao suddenly became nervous.

"Master, what's wrong with you, Master?! Master!"

He hugged the man in his arms tightly in panic.

He had never been so nervous before, his heart twitched violently.

In the next second, he was struck with despair, and he looked at the person in his arms in disbelief.

The pupils widened suddenly, "It's the Water Forbidden Curse!"

The Water Forbidden Curse, anyone who is cursed will feel thirsty, but can't drink water. Once the water enters the stomach, it will corrode the internal organs of the cursed person, quickly dissolve the internal organs, and then the whole person will turn into blood, which is extremely painful .

Dong Zhao was completely panicked. He hugged the trembling man who kept vomiting blood, and roared with his eyes wide open: "How dare you cast a water-forbidden curse on yourself! How dare you!"

"Your life is mine! Mine! How dare you die without my permission!"

"If you dare to die, I will kill the common people you love so much!"

"Ye Qiao! You are not allowed to die!"

The roar of Dong Zhao's gnashing of teeth echoed in the dungeon for a long time.

Ye Qiao was unable to speak to him again.

In the darkness, in the dungeon, Dong Zhao hugged the soaked bloody clothes, lying on the ground next to the pool of glaring black blood.

His eyes were dull and he was trembling faintly.

Ye Qiao died, and even the corpse would not be left for him. He had used up all the selflessness in his life, and he was really disappointed, so he decided to leave so decisively.

Ye Qiao never thought of it, he thought there would be a vigorous love, but in the end it was a stumbling and burning of all internal organs.

Love, in fact, has never been a difficult thing, being together is.

On the third day after Ye Qiao left, Dong Zhao drank heavily every day, holding a wine jar, not like a human, nor like a ghost.

He plunged into the blue sea and found the satin red silk after searching for two days and two nights.

Holding the satin red silk and putting it on the stacked bloody clothes, I don't know if it was because of drunkenness or what, but he fell to his knees in front of the Qiongshu, holding the bloody clothes tightly in his arms.

"Master... this apprentice has brought back your red silk ribbon that covers your eyes."

"Master, all the flowers of the Qiongshu have fallen. Without you taking good care of it, the Qiongshu will wither."

"Master, if you ignore me again, I will really kill everyone in the world!"

His eyes were terribly red, he was insane, like crazy.

Seeing his crazy appearance these days, Kong Kong sneered.

"It was you who forced him to death at the beginning, and now you want him like crazy. Do you know what you are called? Playing a rogue!"

"When a person dies, he is dead. There are no traces of him in the vast three thousand worlds." Kong Kong roared at him.

Dong Zhao's eyes were completely red, and he hugged the bloody clothes tightly.

"Shut up! Master, he is not dead, he is just angry with me, he will come back when his anger subsides, he will come back."

Kong Kong smiled wryly, "Is it fun to deceive yourself!"

That night, Dong Zhao was drunk again. He lay down on the Qiong tree with the wine jar, and poured a sip into his mouth from time to time.

His eyes were hopeless and blurred.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, he laughed foolishly.

Mouth mumbled, "Master...you are awesome, I can't beat you, I give up...I give up, come back soon."

The yard was clean and desolate, only he was talking to himself, no one answered him.

A large jar of wine was poured into his stomach, and the hand holding the wine jar was drooping by his side.

"The lone goose wants to return to the south, and the relatives and friends are scattered in the world. In the end, they end up in an empty courtyard, drinking wine pots alone."

The wine jar in his hand fell off and hit the ground with a bang, smashing into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, he also fell, hitting the ground heavily, and the tears in his eyes splashed out with a bang.

After a while, he got up from the ground.

Drunk all over his face, he staggered like a ghost in the night, wandering aimlessly.

Under the tree, in the dark, he bumped into a person.

Yoyo looked up, only to find that it was empty.

He looked at the two feet hanging in the air, and was taken aback for a moment, only to realize later that Kong Kong had hanged himself.

Faintly see a grave next to it.

He opened his blurred eyes and looked carefully.

The words "Tomb of Immortal Master Ye Qiao" are engraved on the wooden tablet.

It turned out that Kongkong stole Ye Qiao's bloody clothes, set up a tomb for Ye Qiao, cried a lot, threw a white silk, and hanged himself.

Dong Zhao looked at the tombstone, smiled sneeringly, and suddenly drew out the Jialan sword, raised the knife in his hand, and split the tombstone obliquely in half.

Xu Shi drank too much wine, and he collapsed in front of the tombstone.

The back that had been propped up straight softened in an instant, and with his back leaning against the tombstone, he clutched his stomach and clenched his teeth.

He put poison in that pool of wine, and he didn't want to live anymore.

Ever since Ye Qiao left, the world was so vast and helpless, Dong Zhao suddenly realized that there was nothing in this world worth looking forward to...

During the time when he was lost, even the fantasy was red-eyed.

The effect of the medicine seemed to have taken effect, he clutched his stomach in pain, and blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes gradually blurred, and his eyelids were about to close.

When dying, Dong Zhao felt as if he was in a white space.

He saw Ye Qiao.

He saw that he had driven the Dragon Nail into Ye Qiao's body with his own hands. Ye Qiao knew that he did it but didn't say a word, never blamed him, and silently endured the burning pain every night.

He saw Ye Qiao, who was dragging blood, climbed up Xiaozhou Mountain with him who was dying on his back, and he would never give up on him.

He saw Ye Qiao single-handedly risking his life and death into the Skeleton Hall in order to help him detoxify.

He saw Ye Qiao anxious for him outside the virtual illusion.

He saw Ye Qiao kiss him regardless of the crowd and said he liked him.

When he saw Ye Qiao jumping off the cliff for him, he was shot with arrows.

He saw Ye Qiao was heartbroken waiting for him to come back, committing suicide in despair, suffering from four years of insanity.

He saw that even though he became a murderer, Ye Qiao still loved him to the bone, holding his head and crying until his heart broke.

He saw Ye Qiao carefully sew up his head with a needle and thread, crying away the tears in his eyes.

He saw Ye Qiao holding his dead body in pain and crying for a long time.

He saw Ye Qiao's eyes gouged out, just to go back to the past, change his fate, and want him to live a long life.

All the memories flooded into my head.

The acting is his eyes, the acting is him, a part of him.

"I forced him to death for him."

When Dong Zhao was dying, he suddenly opened his eyes, exhausted his last bit of strength, and crawled towards the grave.

With both hands desperately digging the soil of the grave, ten fingers were gouged bloody.

Holding on to the last bit of strength, with blood dripping from his mouth, he finally threw away the grave.

Holding the bloody clothes stained with mud, crying hard with red eyes.

"Master... I was wrong, this disciple knew I was wrong..."

He fell headlong into the grave, the tears in the corners of his eyes slowly rolled down, and he lost his breath.