Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 901 God's Punishment
Murong Sheng's eyes were full of sadness, "What more do you want? As long as you let Yue'er go, I promise you anything."

Qingluo walked in front of them, and suddenly drew out the Longyuan sword.

"My lord..." The corners of Murong Sheng's mouth trembled a little.

Qing Luo glanced at him, pointed Long Yuan at her wrist, and cut a hole.

Murong Sheng looked at her in surprise, and watched the glaring blood gushing out, "My lord, you, what are you doing?"

Qingluo didn't answer him, she stretched her wrist to Nangongyue's mouth, and ordered coldly: "Drink."

Nan Gongyue stared at her blankly.

Qing Luo was a little impatient, she lifted her chin, pointed the wound on her wrist at her mouth, and forced her to drink her own blood.

"Ahem..." Nan Gongyue drank two mouthfuls of blood, and coughed violently due to choking.

Qing Luo shook her face away, stopped looking at her, stretched her wrist in front of Murong Sheng again, and said coldly: "Drink!"

"My lord, you..." Murong Sheng looked at her somewhat transparent face, his heart trembling, "Why did you let us drink your blood?"

"Just drink it! How can there be so much nonsense from mother-in-law!" Qingluo said angrily, "Do you want to see me die of blood!"

"...Okay." Murong Sheng hugged Nangong Yue with one hand, freed the other hand, raised Qing Luo's wrist to his mouth, and slowly leaned on it.

A sweet taste flowed down her wrist and into his mouth.

He looked at Qingluo in surprise.

Although he has never drank human blood, he also knows that the taste of blood must not be so sweet.

Seeing him drink, Qingluo immediately withdrew her hand, tore off a piece of cloth, wrapped her wrist tightly, and looked at them without blinking.

Murong Sheng and Nan Gongyue also looked at her inexplicably.

"Can't it be..." Qingluo said to herself somewhat disappointed.

She thought that with her own blood, she might be able to release the love gu...

It seems that she is thinking too much...

"Forget it, you guys..." She had just said a few words when she noticed that Nan Gongyue's face was flushed, she spit out a big mouthful of blood, and fell over as soon as she closed her eyes.

"Yue'er..." Surprised, Murong Sheng opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blackened blood.

He tried his best to support his body, and after a while of dizziness, he slowly recovered.

"How do you feel now?" Qingluo's cold voice sounded above his head.

Murong Sheng looked up at her, and then at Nangongyue in his arms, but he couldn't tell what it was like at this moment.

There are only bursts of loss and confusion, ups and downs in my heart.

Make him feel like he's missing something very important.

"My lord, what's going on?" He actually felt so sad that he wanted to cry.

Qingluo pointed at Nangongyue: "Do you still love her?"

"Love?" Murong Sheng's eyes were a little blank.

He looked at Nangong Yue's still beautiful face, but suddenly felt that his obsession with her had disappeared.

Qing Luo stared at the change of expression on his face, knowing that her blood had played a role.

She asked again: "Can you retreat now?"

Murong Sheng hugged Nan Gongyue, endured his leg injury and stood up, looked around, and suddenly asked loudly, "Where is General Qi?"

"The last general is here!" A general in armor strode over and knelt in front of him, "What orders does Your Majesty have?"

Murong Sheng took a deep breath, and ordered: "Order, all the spies will withdraw and stay where they are. They will return to the imperial court tomorrow morning!"

General Qi was taken aback: "Your Majesty, we have already gained the upper hand, why don't we take advantage of the victory and pursue..."

Murong Cheng's face darkened: "You don't understand what I'm saying? Also, bring that dumb boy."

General Qi quickly lowered his head: "Yes, the last general will obey the order!"

He stood up, turned and ordered to go down.

Murong Sheng sighed, and said to Qingluo: "I made a big mistake, my lord, thank you for coming in time."

"Don't think that you can offset your sins by saying that." Qingluo's face was ice-cold, "If Lin Jinyu dies, you two must die. I will go find you."

"Yes, I understand." Murong Sheng smiled wryly.

He felt like he was having a nightmare.

Qingluo glanced at Nangongyue and asked, "Are you still planning to let her continue to be your queen?"

Murong Sheng closed his eyes: "I...don't know."

Now that their love gu has been released, Qingluo is suddenly very interested in knowing how Nangongyue will face all this after waking up.

However, this has nothing to do with her.

No matter what kind of regret and pain they will experience, it is the price they should pay.

After a while, Mei Jiu was brought over.

To be precise, he was carried back.

Qingluo didn't know what kind of poison he had been poisoned by, and she didn't need to know either.

As long as the person who cast the inscription is lower than that wizard Monye, ​​she is sure to remove it.

She untied the cloth on her wrist, squeezed out the blood from the wound, and dripped it into Mei Jiu's mouth.

Murong Sheng watched her movements, and couldn't help asking: "Why can your blood cure Gu?"

Qingluo smiled: "Maybe this is a reward from God, or a punishment?"

Murong Sheng stopped talking.

After a while, Mei Jiu really woke up, the first time he saw Qing Luo with a smile on her face, and the criss-crossing wounds on her face, his eyes were red with guilt.

He knew that this time, because of his willfulness, Qing Luo was hurt like this.

He got up, hugged Qingluo, tears silently fell on her shoulders.

"Okay, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." Qing Luo patted him on the back, and said softly, "The poison has been cured, go back with my sister."

Mei Jiu was ranked ninth in Mei's family, she was younger than Mei Luodie, logically she should call Qing Luo "sister".

Mei Jiu raised her head abruptly, with a strong killing intent on her face, she wanted to rush towards Murong Sheng.

"Xiao Jiu!" Qingluo held him back, "We can't kill him now, let's go back first, okay?"

Mei Jiu raised her hand to touch Qingluo's face, tears streaming down her face.

Qingluo smiled: "Fool, people in our family are not afraid of getting hurt. Let's go."

In the eyes of Murong Sheng and all the soldiers of Northern Qi, this pair of young siblings, who were covered in wounds, walked out of their camp step by step and disappeared from their sight.

……

Because Mei Jiu was injured and couldn't bring Qing Luo to perform lightness kung fu, it took them a long time to return to the place where Wu Ye was in the biting cold snow.

Ning Zhiyuan and Mei Luochuan looked at Qingluo whose face was full of injuries, they were so frightened that they almost apologized with death.

"Master, why did your face hurt like this?" Especially Ning Zhiyuan, a handsome five-foot man, cried like a child, got up and rushed out, shouting, "I'm going to kill Bei Qi's gang!" Bastard, I left them dead—”

"Don't make trouble, Beiqi will retreat tomorrow." Qingluo was wrapped in a thick fur coat, curled up on a chair, shivering from the cold.

"Retire tomorrow... huh?" Wuye, who had just rushed over after hearing the sound, strode in, saw Qingluo at a glance, and was completely stunned.

(End of this chapter)