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

Lin Qingxi felt Lin Qingran's anger and pain, and felt as relieved as drinking honey. Such a Lin Qingran who is not as good as her in every way should be trampled under her feet and trampled at will.

Something that is beyond its control, fighting her is really looking for a dead end.

Lin Qingran smacked her lips twice, and looked up and down at Lin Qingran who was lying in the blood, she bent down while talking, with a good intention, and wiped the broken skin for Lin Qingran. With the bright red blood left on her lips, she persuaded earnestly: "I know that Second Sister must hate me and the Emperor to death, but Second Sister, the Emperor has no choice but to sacrifice Sister for the sake of the peace of the border. The emperor has no other choice."

It's just that when his lips fell on Lin Qingran's ear inadvertently, he said something completely different: "Lin Qingran, King Zhao said that if he got a sister, he would definitely cut off her limbs and tendons, and peel her off." He stripped his clothes and threw them on the training ground to be humiliated by the soldiers day and night, to avenge the dead soldiers, and to avenge his beloved elder brother Nanlin Crown Prince—Nangongyue."

Lin Qingxi is as beautiful as autumn water, seemingly charming and unusual, but there is a cold light in her eyes: "Sister, just wait and enjoy it! Aren't you always the most virtuous and virtuous? Aren't you the empress of Dongming?" ? Aren't you always willing to devote yourself to the emperor? This time, you will use your body to appease the resentment of the southern soldiers for the emperor!"

Every word Lin Qingxi said was like a knife stabbing her heart, pulling it out, stabbing it in again, time and time again, making her heart bloody and bloody, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, Lin Qingran said a single word He couldn't even speak, his face was ashen, frighteningly pale.

"Is it your idea?" Was it this bitch's idea to send her out to appease Dong Lin's anger?

The indescribable desolation in Lin Qingran's eyes is the color of the setting sun and dusk, when darkness overwhelms everything.

Do you really hate her that much?To use this most tragic way to destroy her dignity.

"What do you think?" Lin Qingxi's kindness seemed to be exhausted, and she refused to answer her question, and slowly stood up straight, with endless mockery in her eyes.

Such a tone, such a look in the eyes made Lin Qingran even more desperate. All of this was actually the idea of ​​the person she used to sleep with.

"Xi'er." Dugu Lin's voice was full of tenderness, just like every time he called her Ran'er before: "I'll help you go back to the room to rest, the smell of blood here is too strong, it's not good for the child in your womb."

Lin Qing nodded delicately, and snuggled into Dugulin's arms, as tender as an orchid with water droplets on it.

The man is tall and handsome, while the woman is petite and exquisite, everything is beautiful like a painting, but in Lin Qingran's eyes, it is extraordinarily glaring.

These two evil spirits in human skin, since she is going to fall into hell, why not drag them along.

Between the eyebrows and eyes, there was a flash of hostility, but it was quickly covered up, making a look of being frightened, trembling, tears rolling down, suddenly pounced on him, pretending to hug Dugu Lin's thigh, mouth But he shouted: "Dugu Lin, I have been devoted to you all these years, how could you treat me? How could you..."

Naturally, Dugu Lin would not allow Lin Qingran to get close. Before Lin Qingran could get close, he raised his foot and kicked Lin Qingran. Because of this action, the area between his legs was exposed to Lin Qingran. In the angry and painful eyes dyed.

Waiting for this moment, Lin Qingran didn't hide or evade, but went up to meet her.

"what……"

There was only a tragic sound like killing a pig, Dugu Lin clutched his crotch, put his pupils to the maximum, and between his fingers, blood continued to flow out, like the Yellow River bursting its embankment, and it couldn't be stopped at all.

"Your Majesty..." Lin Qingxi screamed in fright at the sudden scene, she never expected that Lin Qingran, who used to love Dugu Lin like his life, would actually make such a violent move.

Before she came to her senses, the hairpin dripping with blood in Lin Qingran's hand stabbed into her belly again with lightning speed, and in an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain.

"It hurts...my stomach..."

Lin Qingran's long hair was disheveled, looking at the bloodthirsty madness in the eyes of the pair of dogs and men, she raised her head and laughed wildly, with endless desolation and sorrow in her laughter, and even more boundless hatred.

"Dugu Lin, I want you to have no children or grandchildren. Even if you ascend to the throne of God, there will be no one to inherit it! Lin Qingran, you took my son's life, and I want you to die without a son."

The words fell, and the hairpin dripping blood pierced her throat at the same time—she could die, but she couldn't be trampled on.