Going back through the book to the time of the morbid devil boy

Chapter 139 Three Villains
Ye Qingwu was originally looking sideways at Bei Mo Ruotang, the great princess of the Yu clan, but she found a line of sight falling on her. She looked back and saw Mo Yiran, who was wearing a dark blue robe, looking towards her Approaching step by step.

Ye Qingwu regretted choosing this position a bit.

There is no going back.

For today's plan, we have to face the difficulties.

However, she noticed that Mo Weiwei behind Mo Yiran was staring at her resentfully, without hiding it.

Is this the rhythm of the heroine's blackening?

Mo Yiran paused two steps away from her, his eyes locked on her small face: "Qingwu, long time no see, how are you doing?"

Ye Qingwu heard the words, and replied politely and distantly: "Shang Ke, please take care of me."

"You don't need to be so alienated from me, I am no longer the Mo Xianzun of Qingyang Sword Sect, now you can call me Yiran." Mo Yiran smiled at her.

Ye Qingwu raised her eyes and looked at the male protagonist in front of her, feeling that he seemed to have changed, there was a hint of calculation in his eyes, and he seemed to be smarter than before. Facing him, she felt inexplicably uneasy.

Ye Qingwu said: "Let's call Mr. Mo."

"Although I don't know why Mr. Mo is not a member of Qingyang Sword Sect, but I am thinking, I am not that familiar with Mr. Mo, at most it is just a nodding acquaintance."

Hearing Ye Qingwu's words, Mo Yiran narrowed his eyes slightly, and a gloomy look flashed across his eyes.

Mo Yiran said at the right time: "Okay, then I won't force you."

Ye Qingwu nodded slightly when she heard the words.

The next moment, Mo Yiran's hand landed on her shoulder, which made Ye Qingwu feel a little uncomfortable in her heart, she stretched out her hand and pushed him away fiercely.

Ye Qingwu's face turned cold, and she snorted coldly: "Mr. Mo, please respect yourself, don't touch it casually."

Unexpectedly, Mo Yiran laughed lightly, then leaned over slightly, and lowered his voice: "Qingwu, a half-demon is not suitable for you, I am your best partner."

Mo Weiwei, who was not far away, saw the two of them so close, her eyes burst into flames with anger, she ran over, pulled Mo Yiran away, and then wanted to slap Ye Qingwu, but Ye Qingwu grabbed her wrist.

Ye Qingwu folded it hard, and Mo Weiwei screamed instantly.

Ye Qingwu's face was displeased, and she pushed Mo Weiwei's body fiercely in front of Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran subconsciously caught Mo Weiwei.

He frowned, and wanted to push Mo Weiwei away, but Mo Weiwei hugged his waist tightly, making it difficult to push away.

"Both of you are sick, you are a perfect match!" Ye Qingwu's indifferent voice was especially loud in the cell.

Ye Qingwu cursed angrily: "Don't come near me again, I don't know you two, what the hell!"

After Ye Qingwu finished speaking, she went to the other side of the cell. The eyes of everyone in the cell lingered on the three of them, and when they thought of what she said just now, they imagined a big scene.

However, most people's eyes are still on Mo Yiran and Mo Weiwei, because the two of them hug each other, it's a bit difficult to be elegant.

Moreover, in the eyes of some princes and princesses, the two of them seem to be incest. Thinking of this, they all cast contemptuous and unspeakable glances at them.

What's more, he walked in front of Mo Yiran and Mo Weiwei, babbled and educated them, and then put a certain distance between them.

Suddenly, a group of soldiers came, it was the same general just now, and he said, "Come on, it's almost noon, catch them and sacrifice to heaven!"

Some people wondered, shouldn't it be tomorrow?
The only explanation is that the flow of time is different. It has been a day outside, but the cell is only a short quarter of an hour.

The fake princesses and princes naturally did not resist, and followed out obediently, but the 'real princesses and princes' resisted fiercely.

Soon, they were taken out.

On the sacrificial altar stood a handsome white-haired man dressed in red. His expression was indifferent, but he had a feeling of pity for all sentient beings.

Under the sacrificial altar are officials and ministers, and on the other side of the altar, sits Ye Kechen in a golden dragon robe, and on his lower right is a monstrous man in purple.

On the sacrificial altar, there are a lot of wood piled up, and the wood forms a big circle!Enough for a dozen people!

All of them were tied up and pushed into the big circle, and then the guards leaned on them with the stacked timber.

Qu Manshuang stared blankly at the white-haired man with his back to them, and she recognized him with just one glance.

It turned out that he also entered the land of the gods.

"Si Ming..." Qu Manshuang called softly.

The body of the white-haired man in front seemed to be stiff, but when he looked again, he found nothing unusual, as if he had misread it.

Ye Qingwu looked around, and then glanced at Qian Juechen who was on the high platform, and a thought came to her mind.

late...

If Chi Chi is there, it will confirm her idea, but now Chi Chi does not know where it is.

Si Ming suddenly raised his head and glanced at the sun in the sky, then he turned around, looked coldly at the bound children of the royal family, raised his hand, and said, "Back off!"

The guards who were originally on the sacrificial altar retreated quickly, leaving only Siming and the royal children here.

A ball of flame suddenly appeared in Si Ming's good-looking hand.

Chu Wuqing squinted her eyes: "It's spiritual power!"

"He actually has spiritual power!" Jing Rui, the young master of the Yaozu, said in shock.

"Si Ming, stop, don't hurt your own people!" Song Beisheng said in a deep voice.

"Aren't you going to kill me? Why are you talking about your own people now? It's ridiculous!" Si Ming said sarcastically.

Song Beisheng and the others, who just wanted it, choked and couldn't say a word.

After a long time, Qu Manshuang curled her lips, charming and alluring: "Brother Si Ming, do what you want."

Hearing this, Si Ming was taken aback for a moment, the coldness in his eyes pierced his bones, but he immediately restrained himself, revealing a somewhat inexplicable emotion.

Suddenly, a purple figure appeared on the sacrificial altar. He had a pair of sparkling purple eyes, a folding fan in his hand, a trace of laziness between his brows, and a curved mouth, which was extraordinarily charming and charming.

"If you can't do it, then the prince can do it for you!" Qian Juechen smiled wickedly.

The folding fan in Qian Juechen's hand wobbled, and finally pointed at Ye Qingwu, and changed the topic: "However, this prince wants these little eyes."

As soon as Qian Juechen finished speaking, Ye Qingwu felt her whole body being pulled by a domineering force...

However, there was a gentle force on her body, which overwhelmed Qian Juechen's power.

Ye Qingwu fell into a familiar embrace in an instant, she raised her eyes slightly, and the young man's charming face was enlarged in front of her eyes, and the young man's deep eyes were staring at her closely.

The rope on her body was snapped by a force.

"Slow." Ye Qingwu called out.

(End of this chapter)