The silly concubine said: close the door and let the prince go

Chapter 72
A bolt of lightning cracked above the small attic.

Shen Qiaoyan looked coldly at the attic where flames suddenly burst into flames beside her, and her heart tightened.

She raised her eyes and saw Qing'er's face clearly through the fire in the attic that ignited for no reason.

Qing'er's dilated pupils were dyed blood red by the fire, and the corners of her lips on her blue face were pulled into a strange arc, which was terrifying no matter how you looked at it.

"Qing'er." Shen Qiaoyan panted slightly and stared at Qing'er.

But Qing'er didn't respond at all, she quickly swung the sharp sword in her hand and stabbed at Shen Qiaoyan again.

"Qing'er!" Shen Qiaoyan, who was already a little tired, screamed, and wanted to turn over to avoid the sharp sword, but this time Qing'er seemed to be wise, and quickly took out a dart from his waist and threw it at Shen Qiaoyan at the same time.

A silver light flashed in Shen Qiaoyan's eyes, she quickly changed direction in the air and turned around to avoid the dart thrown towards her, but unfortunately she ignored Qing'er's sharp sword.

"Ah!" Shen Qiaoyan screamed.

Qing'er suddenly withdrew the sword that had been stabbed on Shen Qiaoyan's right shoulder, kicked her to the ground, her treacherous smile suddenly cracked, and the sharp voice from her mouth hurt Shen Qiaoyan's heart.

"Haha! Meng Yun'er is your death day today!" Qing'er held both hands on the hilt of the sword, and slowly approached Shen Qiaoyan.

Shen Qiaoyan lay on the ground clutching the sword wound on her right shoulder, her pale face was powerless, and she no longer had the slightest strength to stand up against Qing'er.

She only knows that this is not Qing'er!
She must have fallen into someone's magic way to want to kill her.

It's a pity that all this happened so strangely that Shen Qiaoyan didn't have time to think at all.

The fire in the attic was burning hotter and hotter, and the beams began to collapse gradually. The firelight shone on Shen Qiaoyan's frowning face, and she was getting weaker and weaker, panting on the ground.

"Meng Yun'er, go to hell!" Qing'er walked up to Shen Qiaoyan with a smile and raised a sharp sword to stab her in the heart.

Shen Qiaoyan stared at her slack pupils with cold eyes and resolutely, and called: "Qing'er!"

"what!"

I don't know what happened in the next second, but after Qing'er yelled, she dropped the sharp sword in her hand and knelt down on the ground, holding her head in pain and crying: "I can't, I can't!" !It hurts!"

"Qing'er! Wake up!" Shen Qiaoyan called.

Qing'er raised her teary eyes, grabbed her hand and shouted: "Miss, run away, run away! Quick!"

The fire had spread to their side, and the burning beams collapsed on the ground one by one, sparks were splashed in all directions.

Shen Qiaoyan shook her head, "Qing'er wants to escape, let's escape together!"

"Meng Yun'er, I want to kill, kill," Qing'er's pupils changed color as if she was in a duel with her. Her right hand trembled as she reached for the sword she had thrown on the ground, while her left hand held it. Her face, "No! Miss, run away! That woman wants to kill you!"

Shen Qiaoyan raised her eyes and wet her face with tears, the maid who grew up with her was brutally killed by that woman, "Qing'er!"

"Ah!" Qing'er dragged her hands into the face of the fist like crazy, and she couldn't bear the pain. She roared and picked up the sword on the ground, "No!"

"Qing'er!" Shen Qiaoyan stared blankly at Qing'er's troubled and painful face.

"Miss, be careful, there are eyes of that woman in the prince's mansion, ah!" Qing'er's shrill cry resounded throughout the attic.

"Meng Yun'er, go to hell!" She stabbed at Shen Qiaoyan fiercely with her sword in both hands.

(End of this chapter)