The Absolutely Favorite Poison Concubine: Demon Emperor, very arrogant

Chapter 1432 Ling Jiuyou, I set you free... (2)

Thinking of this, Ling Jiuyou, who was wrapped in the quilt, suddenly felt a little restless!

Do you want to go out?

If you don't go out, no one can suppress Di Qing's anger, what if Ye Wuxie is lost to cannon fodder?
Emma!

So annoying!

Oh, so angry!
The more Ling Jiuyou thought about it, the more angry he became, until the powerful dark atmosphere outside gradually dissipated, and Ling Jiuyou, who was wrapped in the quilt, could no longer be a shrinking turtle, and sat up straight away...

"Oh my god! Don't you get angry anymore? That fellow really did something to Ye Wuxie, right?"

Ling Jiuyou swears that she really just doesn't want to implicate the innocent!
It's not that he cares about whether the recovery of Diqing's dark breath will cause him to lose himself or something. If he wants to lose himself, if he wants to fall, he can go as long as he falls. It's a big deal and we will spend three years together...

Therefore, she is for Ye Wuxie!
Keeping in his heart, giving himself such hints, Ling Jiuyou finally couldn't help worrying, threw away the quilt wrapped around his body, and walked out of the room quite angrily...

When I went out, I looked around cautiously like a thief...

in case……

If she sees that Di Qing didn't abuse Ye Wuxie later, then she can come back with peace of mind, and just pretend that she hasn't gone out...

Just do it!

It's all right!

Ling Jiuyou's plan was good, but when Ling Jiuyou followed the source of the disappearance of the dark breath and walked slowly towards the direction where Di Qing was, Ling Jiuyou's expression unconsciously dignified...

No?

No night innocent breath?

Omg!

Things are going to get worse!

That fellow Di Qing, probably already killed Ye Wuxie, right?

Thinking of this possibility, Ling Jiuyou couldn't help speeding up his pace...

Under the darkness of night, Ling Jiuyou dressed in red like the wind, and hurried towards the direction where Di Qing was...

Until, not far below the eaves, Ling Jiuyou stopped, tilted his head, and looked up the eaves with a look of surprise...

The shadow of the moon is mottled and the light is hazy. The slender figure lying on the eaves of the corridor should be...

Is it Emperor Qing?
Ling Jiuyou is a little uncertain...

How could it be possible for a person as proud as Di Qing not to stand upright, lying on the eaves in such a disorderly manner?

It's not scientific...

And just as Ling Jiuyou was looking at the eaves of the corridor, and slowly approaching with a look of surprise...

The moment Ling Jiuyou appeared, the man in black stopped his movements and stared straight at her. Those eyes exposed under the black robe were blood red and covered in black...

"Damn woman! How dare you...how dare you seduce my son! Go to hell! Go to hell..."

With a roar, the figure of the man in black rushed down from the eaves of the corridor, and rushed towards Ling Jiuyou...

Those twisted and ugly hands grabbed Ling Jiuyou's neck directly...

however……

Step by step, Ling Jiuyou, who walked forward slowly, only saw Di Qing's head moving slightly on the corridor eaves, but he didn't see anything else at all, and even more, he didn't feel anything else...

The hand of the black-robed man pinching Ling Jiuyou's neck seemed to touch the air, directly and across...

Seeing this, the man in black couldn't help but froze...

And Ling Jiuyou, who couldn't feel the existence of the black-robed man at all, just felt that the mother tripod in her heart was agitated again, which made her heart feel a little uneasy...

(End of this chapter)