Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 1882 Death Exchange
Lie Jiuqing was shocked and took two steps forward in a hurry.

As soon as she moved, all the poisonous insects automatically gave in.

The fire swaying in his hand became the best weapon to shock them at this moment.

"Wen Rong? Wen Rong, are you here?"

Lie Jiuqing walked along the stands, but his eyes kept falling on the deep, dark mouth in the middle.

The poisonous insects crawled down desperately. The stench in the air was so pungent, but the gentle smell became stronger and stronger.

When they reached the edge of the stands, Lie Jiuqing accidentally fell down and scratched his wrist. When the blood dripped down, the poisonous insects seemed to have seen their natural enemies and ran away in panic.

The blood flowed more and more, and the poisonous insects became more violent, and they all poured into the deep mouth.

"Well……"

With a muffled groan, Lie Jiuqing paused and stared at the bottom of the stand.

Everything that comes into view is swarming poisonous insects, but there seems to be nothing else.

Lie Jiuqing tried to see something without blinking, and his pupils gradually turned red.

She didn't care about her wrist at all, the blood flooded the ink bracelet, and the familiar heat spread quickly.

The spring water flowed from the ink bracelet, along with her blood, washing away the poisonous insects wherever it passed.

When it flowed into the deep mouth, within a few breaths, the poisonous insects in the deep mouth spread through the dripping spots, and they did not dare to get close at all.

When the figure completely submerged by the poisonous insects was vaguely revealed, Lie Jiuqing's pupils were torn, her body was faster than her heart, and she jumped down desperately.

"Wen Rong——"

No!

don't want--

At this moment, Lie Jiuqing completely lost his sense of propriety.

She cried and swam over and hugged him with all her strength, "Wen Rong! Wen Rong——"

There were countless wounds on Wen Rong's body, and blood was constantly overflowing. This was the supreme delicacy, attracting these poisonous insects as greedy as moths to the fire.

Even if Lie Jiuqing's blood restrained them, they still bit Wen Rong in waves, desperately.

Wen Rong's breath suddenly disappeared, and Lie Jiuqing froze in the distance, completely forgetting to react.No breath anymore...

I'm out of breath!
At this moment, the poisonous insects were completely out of control.

"no, do not want--"

Lie Jiuqing watched helplessly as they tried to snatch away Wen Rong, and his pupils instantly became bloodshot, "Wen Rong! Wen Rong—"

Wen Rong cannot die!
How could Wen Rong die!
Lie Jiuqing went crazy and mobilized all the internal energy in her body at all costs.

The powerful internal force activated all the meridians in her body, forcing all her blood out.

At this moment, no amount of hatred could keep her from losing her mind.

Her lover is dead!
Wen Rong is dead, what is she still doing?
The ink bracelet was as red as burning, becoming more and more dazzling. Under the influence of Lie Jiuqing's blood, a layer of strange totems emerged around it, as if it was on fire.

Lie Jiuqing's painful whines and heart-wrenching calls filled her with some kind of power.

"Wen Rong, don't leave me, come back -"

Lie Jiuqing screamed in despair.

"Oh!"

The ink bracelet made a crisp sound, and countless fragments and blood disappeared into the lovesickness in his ears.

The dark and lightless stream of lovesickness disappeared in a flash, splitting apart, leaving only a dark mark on Wen Rong's ear.

His heart ached, and all his limbs and bones ached.

His blood was injected with vitality in an instant.

Wen Rong opened his eyes little by little with difficulty, and met Lie Jiuqing's eyes full of hope amid despair.

"Wen Rong, you are back..."

"Qingqing, I..."

When Wen Rong spoke, she fell in front of him with her whole body haggard.

He held her fingertips, and strands of silver flowed down her fingertips.

(End of this chapter)