first concubine

Chapter 77 The Night of the Coquettish. 3
Murderous, overwhelming murderous aura! !

The raindrops stretched into a net, tightly imprisoning everything in the world. The darkness seemed to have no end, and suddenly saw a sharp edge, cutting through the darkness.

A slender figure leaped from the eaves with a sword in hand.

Murderous and sinister.

Qiu Yinong didn't have time to think, got out of the carriage, pushed the driver, grabbed the reins of the horse, held the whip in one hand, and whipped the horse.

The horse suffered from pain and started to gallop wildly.

The rain was flying, hitting her face, causing slight pain, the clothes on her body were already wet by the rain, but she ignored it at all, pursed her lips, and left with a whip.

The person who chased her was very light-hearted, and after several rounds, he still followed her closely.

Qiu Yi became ruthless, threw off the whip, and slapped the horse's back heavily. The horse raised its hooves and roared in pain, and ran desperately.

At the end of the alley, the horse had just turned the corner.

Suddenly, a ghost-like figure jumped down from a tile-roofed building at the corner.

The sword light streaked across the sky sharply, and Qiu Yi's eyes were stung.

She dodged in surprise, the sword aura barely slashed across her neck, her neck was cold, and a strand of hair fell down along with the sword edge.

Autumn felt cold in his heart.

Just as he was about to whip the horse and continue to drive away, the killer who stopped in front raised his sword and dropped it.

The rope fixing the horse and the carriage broke, the horse was frightened, roared and ran forward uncontrollably, while Qiu Yinong was still holding on to the rein, and was pulled away by the horse for more than ten feet.

Her body was burning with pain, and her heart kept sinking. Could it be that she was going to die here today?

She is not reconciled, not reconciled! !
The strong desire to survive made her stand up enduring the severe pain in her body. Seeing that the two killers behind had converged, they rushed towards her.

Her hands and knees were bloody, but she still gritted her teeth and got up.

Run forward desperately.

The rain continued to fall, and the night continued without end.

In this remote area, there is no pedestrian, and the killer is chasing after him to the end, Qiu Yinong gradually collapses.

I don't know how far I ran, when I suddenly saw the back door of a dilapidated courtyard, with two white lanterns at the door quietly emitting a dim light.

Seeing that the killer was catching up, she rushed in desperately.

The courtyard was lush with flowers and trees, but she didn't care to take a closer look, and staggered into the courtyard. She didn't see a wide lotus pond hidden by the shadow of the trees.

She slipped and fell into the pool.

She drank a sip of water in embarrassment, and before she could float to the surface, a clear and ethereal singing sound came from her ears, and it dispersed with the wind.

"The spring is over, the remaining wind is late, the frost flowers are falling, and the night is leaking, only the spring is gone, the flowers are falling, and I don't know if I am a guest in my dream..."

The solitary and desolate singing voice is like the lonely and cold ice and snow on the Tianshan Mountains, with the desolate and lonely high place that is not very cold.

There is even helplessness and struggle involuntarily.

Qiu Yi was secretly surprised.

There are precious passion lotus planted in the lotus pond. Reflecting the dim lights and light raindrops, the black and white demon lotuses are competing to bloom and vying for beauty.

In the strange and dark demon lotus, there is a person sitting upright.

The man closed his eyes, dressed in white snow, long hair like satin, flowing down his side, his peerless face was like a carefully carved landscape painting, his long eyelashes quietly clicked on his slender eyes.

The red lips were like blood, and against his fair face, he looked even more coquettish and charming.

This person is as beautiful as dust, as beautiful as an eternal god, like a god descending.

Qiu Yinong stared blankly, caught off guard, the man suddenly opened his eyes.

She fell into a pair of bloodthirsty emerald green demon pupils, full of pulsing cut pupils, emerald green and coquettish, gleaming with eerie light, staring at her coldly and bloodthirstyly.

Like a wolf, like a devil.

Qiu Yinong was startled and flustered.

Before she could recover, a pair of slender and slender hands as white as jade stretched out to her, and his hands wrapped around her waist, as cold as snow.

She sucked in a breath of cold air, and the world was spinning, and she was pressed down by him.

The beautiful man's red lips covered her, soft and warm.

(End of this chapter)