Emperor Leng's favorite belly black mad concubine

Chapter 1744 Whose blood is it?
Soon it was Ye Xiyue and Nan Wushuang's turn to pray. It was the first time for Ye Xiyue to pray in such a special way, so she couldn't help being a little curious.

In fact, she didn't really believe in these things, but she couldn't stand Nan Wushuang's soft and hard words. She thought that praying for blessings was always harmless, so she followed Nan Wushuang's instructions.

The object of her blessing is naturally related to Huang Junye.

The object of Nan Wushuang's blessing is related to Molan.

Ye Xiyue bit her finger and dropped a drop of blood on the blessing tree. The second drop of blood fell on the hibiscus petal in her hand. She took it off and put it into the river.

When the lights came on, the river was sparkling, and there were many hibiscus petals. She stared at the petals floating away, dazed.

If praying really works, she hopes that Huang Junye will be safe and sound.

On the other side of the river, a seven or eight-year-old child was staring at the petals floating along the river intentionally or unintentionally. Suddenly, among the many petals, he saw a very conspicuous petal. With a smear of blood.

Compared with other petals, that petal is unique.

There was a layer of frost in the child's eyes, completely devoid of childlike innocence and innocence. He looked at the petal, and suddenly flew towards it.

There were screams on both sides of the river.

"Wow! That's amazing! I saw a man floating across the river."

"But I didn't see that person clearly."

"What's this called? Is there no trace of treading water?"

"..."

Everyone could only see a shadow falling on the river surface, and that shadow stayed on the river surface for only three seconds before disappearing.

The little boy held the petal in his hand, as if appearing out of thin air, and landed in the corner of the blessing tree. He looked down at the petal in his hand, and a drop of blood on the petal was very obvious. He stretched out his hand, touched it, and his fingertip There was a burning sensation, the little boy blinked his beautiful eyes, and there was a touch of bloodthirsty in his eyes, he slowly put his blood-stained fingers on his lips, and gently sucked the drop of blood into his mouth...

After everything was done, he threw the petals, stood in the crowd and began to look for the person who put the petals just now. Whose blood is so effective for him?
He followed the breath of blood, searching all the way...

Nan Wushuang took Ye Xiyue to pray for blessings and was about to go back, but at the entrance of the prayer street, he met a person.

At this time, the peak period has not yet faded, and there are crowded crowds. Only at the intersection of Qifu Street, there are fewer people. A sedan chair landed in front of Nan Wushuang and stopped.

Seeing the sign on the sedan chair, Nan Wushuang frowned slightly, and then pulled Ye Xiyue to go around the sedan chair...

"General Nan." The car curtain was lifted, and an oval face was reflected in the eyes of Nan Wushuang and Ye Xiyue.

The other party was a girl, about twenty years old, and she was pretty, at least with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Nan Wushuang squinted his eyes and looked at the other party, "Murong Yu?"

"It seems that General Nan has not forgotten me."

"What are you doing here?" Nan Wushuang's tone became colder.

Murong Yu raised his eyebrows, "Everyone can come to this prayer street, why can't I come?"

"I didn't say you couldn't come."

Murong Yu suddenly smiled, "Long time no see, General Nan's temperament has not changed, he is still so old-fashioned and boring."

She glanced at Ye Xiyue from the corner of her eyes, and Murong Yu suddenly giggled, "General Nan, don't you always like to be with men on weekdays?
(End of this chapter)