Emperor Leng's favorite belly black mad concubine

Chapter 3 How far is the thought, how far is it for me

He was wearing a purple robe with black background and gold silk, which was loosely wrapped around his body, covering his perfect figure.

It's a pity that this man was chained to the cliff by one, two, three, four, five, six... uh, eighteen iron chains.

Although the distance between the two sides is not far, she can still see clearly with her extraordinary eyesight.

Those eighteen iron chains should be stronger than the millennium black iron.

Her brows and eyes moved slightly, is this man trapped?

Under his feet, there is a cloud of white mist, like a white cloud, beautiful and beautiful.

Who the hell is he to live like this?

"Little unlucky ghost!"

"The voice just now was you?" This voice and this sentence are obviously the same as when she just landed just now, and she couldn't see him clearly, but her intuition told her that the man was looking at her with cold eyes Such as Shen Tie.

Seeing that the man stopped talking, Ye Xiyue also felt that the man's gaze had moved away from her, so she simply didn't say much.

She wanted to sit up, but unexpectedly, a group of red light balls gathered in the sky, which was the remaining power of the piranha!
What's terrible is that the ball of blood-red light is heading towards her position, ready to smash down——

Ye Xiyue: "..."

The next moment, the conjecture became reality, and the ball of light flew towards her body like an arrow leaving the string, flying down.

Ye Xiyue really didn't have the strength to move any more. When she got out of the piranha just now, she exhausted all the remaining strength in her body. Before she lost her consciousness, she saw the sky full of red light, like a raging fire.

The red light hit her body, turned into light spots in an instant, and disappeared without a trace.

"Hehe, the little thing is really life-threatening." A low voice turned into a breeze in the air and slowly dissipated.

I saw the man who was locked by eighteen iron chains, just like the person in the painting, broke free from the shackles of the iron chains, and slowly floated down from the cliff.

He was wearing a purple-black robe, with Teng Yunxiang pattern embroidered with light golden silk thread on the skirt and cuffs.

The black hair is like splashed ink, hanging on the back like flowing clouds and flowing water, black clothes and black hair, both clothes and hair are flowing and flowing, not tied or bundled, fluttering slightly, against the figure hanging in mid-air, it looks like a mansion descended from heaven.

The eyebrows are like ink, the face is like peach petals, and the sexy lips are as rosy as rouge.

He is extremely beautiful, but he is not feminine at all, especially his eyes, which are cold and arrogant.

He stared at Ye Xiyue, and a gleam of light flashed in his calm eyes, "You broke the center of this formation with your hands, and I will be free, little thing, I will remember you. The palace will come back to find you..."

No one thought that the man-eating flower was the center of this formation.

A charming smile appeared on the corners of his pretty lips, and then he walked away.

……

……

While Ye Xiyue was half asleep and half awake, a scene of her in the 21st century came to mind.

"Xiyue, good boy, senior brother has been with you for so many years, more than ten years of life and death together, it's time for you to repay senior brother? Give me your heart!"

On the cliff, there was a cold wind blowing. At that moment, what the wind tore apart was not her face, but her heart.

Brother, he just stabbed the knife into her heart.

"Dug out your heart and give it to me?"

He said: Brother, you are such a precious junior sister. I regard you as my lover and girlfriend. Don't let my brother down.

He said: Ye Xiyue, senior brother has been with you for so many years in order to dig out your heart on the day you come of age.

He said: If you want to hate it, hate it, because you are born different from ordinary people.

As agents of the Intelligence Bureau, he and her have lived through life and death for more than ten years, and licked blood with knives for more than ten years.
Ten years of life and death are boundless.

Her heart was so cold and painful, before she woke up, a strange memory suddenly rushed into her mind and merged with her.

"You little trash, you don't talk all day, are you dumb?"

"Even if you are noble, so what? No one looks down on you except grandpa. What else would you do besides crying to grandpa? Trash!"

"Ye Xiyue, go to hell, idiot, you are really shameless, bitch!"

"I don't believe that I can't kill you this time. Roll away as far as your thoughts go."

"..."

The memory that came forcibly is very strange.

(End of this chapter)