Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 743
The air exudes a quiet atmosphere, and the two lines cannot be seen clearly with the naked eye. Half is Fan Qingtian's blood, and the other half is Feng Miu's blood.

At this moment, the blood of the two people is slowly flowing into each other's body to replace.

The first silver needle successfully pulled each other to exchange blood in mid-air.

At that moment, Sima Beiming used the second silver needle again, the third...the fifth.

Five red lines flowed red light in mid-air, and the scene in front of them looked very strange and bewitching.

Although exchanging blood seems to be very simple and easy, but it takes a lot of energy. As long as Sima Beiming is a little distracted, the blood between Fan Qingtian and Feng Yumiao will flow back and cause more damage.

The face of Qingcheng was covered with fine cold sweat, Sima Beiming didn't dare to be careless, and carefully released the inner force to pull the blood of the two people to call.

The faces of Fan Qingtian and Feng Yumiao lying on the bed were also extremely pale, it can be seen that this exchange of blood also caused them to suffer great pain.

A stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and Fan Qingtian gritted his teeth tightly to restrain the pain in his body as if his body had been trampled by ten thousand horses.

It hurts, Fan Qingtian has never tried this kind of pain before.

Feng Yaomiao's blood was like an invader, constantly eating away at the blood on Fan Qingtian's body, trying to destroy Fan Qingtian's internal organs.

The poison in Fan Qingtian's body was also ferociously constantly resisting Feng Miu's poisonous blood.

Just like the two armies fighting, the horror and horror, Fan Qingtian's body became a battlefield, and it was devastated by the fierce battle between the two sides.

Fan Qingtian's mind was constantly filled with thoughts of wanting to faint.

The pain stimulated by the clenched lips was resisting Fan Qingtian's urge to faint. She must keep her mind steady, and she must not just admit defeat.

She has Li Mie, and she wants revenge to get back everything that belongs to her. She has an obsession in her heart, and because Li Mie has cared for her in every possible way.

She can't lose her life, she can't die!
Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, she has to climb it step by step. She will not bow to fate, and no one can let her die.

Feng Piaomiao, who was lying beside Fan Qingtian, lost all color on her enchanting and beautiful face, and was pale and haggard.

Compared with Fan Qingtian's pain, Feng Miiao's pain is not worth mentioning at all.

There was still a bewitching and charming smile on the corner of her mouth, even though she was said to be Feng Yaomiao with a vicious heart like a poisonous scorpion, so what, she was meant to be a person with a heart of snakes and scorpions.

A noble, handsome, and noble man flashed in his mind, and Feng Yaomiao smiled coldly in his heart, "Your good days should come to an end, I will let the damage you cause on me, little by little Give it all back to you."

Time gradually passed.

Almost none of the guards standing outside the door left, but King Cass is now the king of the country, and he can't stay here to wait for Fan Qingtian's situation, but he also sent someone to watch.

One day and one night, everyone never closed their eyes or walked away.

In Li Mie's heart, one day seemed to have passed through such a rescue, and he didn't know the situation of Fan Qingtian in the room. Li Mie was very anxious, and he couldn't help feeling a little worried in his heart, for fear that something good or bad would happen to Fan Qingtian.

"Why did it take so long, did Sima Beiming heal Fan Qingtian to death?" Ming Yin raised his eyebrows lightly, leaning against a tree outside the courtyard with his hands folded, and said calmly.

The atmosphere became even more gloomy because of Mingyin's words.

The hands under the sleeves couldn't help but tighten slightly, and Li Mie's brows frowned slightly.

"Young Master Mingyin, the king will be very lucky, please don't say anything discouraging." His eyes fell on Mingyin, Zuo Zhujin retorted aloud.

He stared closely at the gate of Du Xiangxiu's palace, feeling extremely uneasy.

Looking down at Du Xiangxiu's pale face and adding a bit of haggardness, Jue Rong sighed slightly in his heart, "Young master, young master, why are you so persistent."

At sunset and dusk, finally, the gate of Fanqingtian Palace was opened.

Sima Beiming walked out with the pale-faced Feng Piaomiao.

Immediately, all eyes of the people were fixed on the two of them.

With one hand on his back, Li Mie said in a cold voice with a trace of haste, "What's wrong with Qing'er."

"The toxins on her body have been removed, and she is fine. She will be fine after a few days of recuperation." Sima Beiming said lightly.

Hearing that Li Mie was holding tight, his heart relaxed a little, he nodded slightly at Sima Beiming, and immediately went into the hall to visit Fan Qingtian.

Zuo Zhujin and others followed closely and also entered the bedroom.

Slightly turning his head to look at Feng Yaomiao beside him, Sima Beiming's thin voice could not hear any thoughts, "From today onwards, you will no longer be a blood-throated person, you stay and do what you want thing."

With a charming and seductive face, Feng Mimiao's jade arm rested on Sima Beiming's shoulder, her head rested on her own jade arm, and the other hand touched Sima Beiming's chest, and said charmingly, "The landlord , I really feel a little bit willing to leave you?"

Hearing what Feng Yaomiao said, Sima Beiming didn't make a sound.

Sighing faintly, Feng Piaomiao's tearful eyes were full of tears, and she said calmly, "Farewell now, sir, I will not be able to serve you anymore, and I hope you will think about my slave more in the future. Don't make the servants sad."

Slightly raising her head, Feng Piaomiao kissed Sima Beiming's cheek as if no one was there.

"Don't die and throw me a bloody face." Sima Beiming said lightly.

The seemingly indifferent words contain a trace of real truth.

Yin Ling's charming laughter echoed in the air, Feng Piaomiao said, "Of course, how can I let down the landlord's previous saving grace, if Feng Piaomiao can come back this time, then I will definitely be willing to serve the landlord well for the rest of my life."

There is a deep affection in the charming eyes, and it is really possible to fall into Feng Miu's eyes without knowing it.

"Let's talk when we get back." After finishing the words, Sima Beiming gently pushed Feng Mimiao's arm on his shoulders to leave.

And at this time, a cold voice called out to Sima Beiming, "Sima Beiming."

Hearing the cry, Sima Beiming looked indifferently in the direction of the sound.

The person who called Sima Beiming was Jue Rong.

Looking at Jue Rong, Sima Beiming waited for Jue Rong's next words with a flat face.

Seeing Sima Beiming, Juerong still had a trace of unwillingness in his eyes, and with a cold face, Juerong said coldly, "My young master has something to talk to you about."

Xie Mei raised his eyebrows lightly, Sima Beiming brushed his fingertips across his lips, and said with a chuckle, "But I don't want to talk to anyone."

Hearing Sima Beiming's words, Jue Rong couldn't help but flashed a look of anxiety on his face, and immediately said, "Wait a minute."

(End of this chapter)