Marriage on behalf of the weeping blood cold concubine

Several guards came in quickly upon hearing the sound, each of them wanted to grab Duanmu Minya's arm and take her away!

"Don't touch me! I'll go by myself! Lead the way!"

Duanmu Minya's complexion sank, and she stood up slowly with her right hand propped up. Her tone was low and light, but a sharp majesty radiated from her eyebrows.

The guards couldn't resist, they slowly withdrew their hands, two led the way in front, and two escorted behind, they all walked towards the prison together.

Duanmu Minya's back was straight, without any sign of compromise. She walked solemnly and steadily, not as if she was going to jail, but more like accepting an award!

Xuanyuan Qingtian looked at Duanmu Minya's upright black figure, raised his eyebrows, and with a thought, a look of surprise quickly passed through his eyes.

When Duanmu Minya's straight back was about to disappear at the gate, suddenly, his sword eyebrows slightly raised, and his sharp eyes like a cheetah passed Duanmu Minya's unnaturally hanging left hand by his side, and the tight Right hand clenched into a fist.

Then his pupils, which were as deep as a deep pool, suddenly narrowed, and his eyelids slightly lowered to look at the marble floor below!

His expression changed, his eyebrows frowned into the word "Chuan", damn it!She is really ruthless!

Whether it's for others or for yourself!

On the gray marble floor on the ground, starting not far from the gate, a shocking red plum bloomed on the ground, drop by drop, winding all the way to the gate.

It turned out that the pain in the left wrist caused Duanmu Minya to unconsciously clenched her right hand. The smooth nails of her right hand, because of too much force, still sank deeply into the palm of her hand, and the dark red blood slowly soaked out along the fingertips. It slipped from the gap between the fists and fell to the ground, blooming brilliant plum blossoms!

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"Go in!"

Regardless of Duanmu Minya's identity, the jailer guarding the cell pushed Duanmu Minya hard and viciously into the cell.

With a sound of "touch!", the prison door made of a wooden stick the size of the wrist was bolted vigorously, and then a thick iron chain locked the prison door!

Duanmu Minya was pushed and fell heavily to the ground unexpectedly, she used her left hand to support the ground in disbelief!

"what!"

How did the injured wrist bear the huge force? Under the overwhelming force, Duanmu Minya lay on the ground, her left forehead hit the cold floor of the cell heavily, and the bright red blood flowed slowly and ruggedly along her cheeks. Make Duanmu Minya look weird and scary!

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