The evil prince, the best concubine

Chapter 161
As long as she can regain her consciousness, as long as Qing Yu, who was kind and mischievous before, can come back, he will give it all.

"Seventh Prince, thank you for your kindness. But this is a matter between me and Qing Yu, so don't interfere.

How to solve it, I know. "

Jun Moran frowned: "You want to give up?"

Gong Yeqing shook her head, "It's not giving up, it's saving."

"Take your life for hers?"

Stretch out your finger and point to Leng Qingyu.

Gong Yeqing glanced at Leng Qingyu, and smiled lightly: "If it's you, so what?"

Jun Moran was startled, what if it was him?

If Jian Luo was in Leng Qingyu's position, if he was in Gong Yeqing's position, he would choose the same approach as Gong Yeqing.

Seeing that Jun Moran didn't speak, Gong Yeqing patted him on the shoulder, "There are some things I have to do."

For a moment, Jun Moran didn't know whether to persuade Gong Yeqing or let Gong Yeqing do this.

"Leng Qingyu, don't you want revenge? I'll accompany you."

Gong Yeqing changed from being idle in the past, with a serious expression on her face.

When people saw it, they really thought he was fighting.

A bloodthirsty expression appeared on Leng Qingyu's cheeks: "Okay. I will give you a happy one."

Gong Yeqing still smiled indifferently, as if she didn't take Leng Qingyu's words seriously at all.

As everyone knows, he took it seriously, he did this, said that, nothing more than to kill Leng Qingyu completely.

"Mo Ran, Gong Ye loves him"

Jian Luo rushed to Jun Moran's side, looked at the two confronting people, and was really worried about Gong Yeqing.

Jun Moran put his arms around Jian Luo's shoulders and sighed, "I believe Gong Yeqing. He can handle his affairs well."

There was a trace of relief between Jian Luo's frowning brows. She believed that Gong Yeqing would not hurt Qing Yu, but what if Qing Yu hurt him?
What would happen if Qing Yu woke up after killing him?
Not far away, the red light suddenly flourished, and Leng Qingyu's hand holding the hilt of the sword became stronger and stronger.

Gong Yeqing never expressed fear from the beginning to the end, and never thought of leaving.

A fluorescent white light spot condensed in his hand, it looked like he had taken the move.

Leng Qingyu snorted coldly, and his eyes were even more blood red.

Raising the bloodthirsty sword in his hand, a sword wind came with the wind, approaching Gong Yeqing.

Gong Yeqing's figure was graceful, and the black robe was blown up by the wind, and the clothes fluttered and fell to the ground slowly.

All the postures are clean and neat, not like an injured person at all.

The blood stain on his chest was getting bigger and bigger, almost covering his entire upper body.

(End of this chapter)