The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

"Xiaoran, are you ready? There is a passage under the hot spring!"

A voice with joy in the light suddenly sounded in the distance: They can go out from the channel under the hot spring.

Lin Qingran was ecstatic, put on her clothes, walked a few steps, but stopped, looked back at the deep bamboo forest, there were flower petals flying in the sky with the breeze.

"Xiaoran, let's go!"

Taking a deep breath, he sank into the hot spring until the end, stepped on the gravel riverbed, followed Yunzheng into the passage, lit the torch in the secret passage with a torch to avoid water, and walked through the long dense passage. Road, the exit was warm, and when she rushed into the water, it was hot spring again. Yun Zheng led her out through the water and landed on the shore.

They are finally out!

"Yunzheng, look..." Lin Qingran looked in surprise at the familiar surroundings, which was halfway up the mountain where they were grilling fish, and couldn't help but feel happy.

There was a "bang", before she could finish her sentence, Lin Qingran turned her head to look, the light of the setting sun shone on the thin man lying on the ground, and there was a kind of delicate smoke.

He was lying on the ground, obviously heavy and suppressed breathing came, and the voice was very low, deep, and very light.

Lin Qingran's heart suddenly panicked, her eyes widened in an instant, she rushed forward, and asked in a deep voice, "Yun Zheng, what's wrong with you?"

Yun Zheng's back was icy cold, and when Lin Qingran put his hands on his back, he could even feel his body trembling slightly.

Lin Qingran gently pushed Lin Qingran's shoulder, and asked softly: "Yun Zheng, tell me, what's wrong with you?"

Yun Zheng's breathing became heavier, and she didn't answer her question. Lin Qingran's heart tightened, and she put her hand through his neck, trying to turn him over, but just touching his chin, she felt a warm feeling. sticky.

For this kind of touch, Lin Qingran is unfamiliar no matter in her previous life or in this life. Her hands suddenly trembled, and her soft heart seemed to be stabbed with a sharp knife in an instant. Her eyes were wide open, and she didn't know where it came from. With all the strength, he hugged Yun Zheng's body backwards, his face turned pale in an instant, he covered his lips in horror, and then forced himself not to scream.

The man's face was pale and pale, his mouth was covered with blood, his brows were tightly frowned, and his expression showed great pain without hesitation. , and the ground where the crouching is located is full of large pieces of blood, overflowing along the ground,

"You...you...what's the matter?" Lin Qingran was at a loss, only felt that his mind went blank, the scene of him vomiting blood in the mausoleum appeared before his eyes, and endless fear and worry arose in his heart.

She knelt and hugged Yun Zheng, raised his head, trying to wipe the blood off his face, but just as she stretched out her hand, another mouthful of blood spurted out.

Lin Qingran only felt that her heart was empty, holding Yun Zheng's head, panicking: "Yun Zheng, Yun Zheng..."

As if sensing her panic, the frail man slowly opened his eyes. After a short period of trance, his expression seemed to become clear, his brows gradually relaxed, and the blood at the corner of his mouth snaked ferociously across his slender neck, but he concealed He couldn't help but smile brightly on his face: "I finally brought you out."

Yun Zheng's figure was hoarse and slow, as if he was very weak, but his eyes looking at her were still as warm as the sea.

Lin Qingran's tears suddenly dripped down like that - at this moment, what he cares about is still her.

Easy to ask for priceless treasures, rare lovers.

God, treat her well!