The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 130
"Hei Yu!" Qi Jinghuan scolded in a low voice, his pretty brows knotted.

But when his deep eyes looked at Xie Wanrong, he was still the arrogant, arrogant and arrogant Nine Kings.

Raising the palm with well-defined knuckles under the cuff, the slender fingers hooked slightly, and there was no blood on the thin lips: "Wan'er, come here."

Without any hesitation, Xie Wanrong walked over quickly, reaching out to feel his veins.

Qi Jinghuan moved his hand away without a trace, his eyes were burning: "You can blame me."

At this time, he was still in the mood to ask such a question, Xie Wanrong was anxious: "Let me feel your pulse!"

Qi Jinghuan took a step back, the sweet blood in his throat could no longer be suppressed, and he hastily turned his back.

Standing behind Qi Jinghuan, Yunxia's expression changed drastically, "Jing Huan!"

"Pfft!" Qi Jinghuan coughed lightly, spat out a few mouthfuls of bright red blood, and fell to the ground with his tall and slender body.

"My lord!"

Hei Yu took a step forward, knelt down on the ground, and stared fiercely at the culprit, Xie Wan Rong.

It happened so suddenly that Xie Wanrong couldn't react.

She followed up in panic, her fingers trembling slightly uncontrollably, and Qi Jinghuan, who had always been aloof, fell down in front of her.

She knew he was for her.

Only when her fingers touched his shoulder was Yunxia slapped him down.

"Thank you Wanrong! Why do you still have the face to stay here! You! You have done more than failed! You can only harm Jing Huan! You can't help him at all! Isn't it enough for you to drag him down? Do you have to wait for Jing Huan to do something for you? You lost your life! You just let it go!" Yun Xia's face turned red due to anger, and she tightened her fingers, fearing that if she couldn't help herself, she would chop Xie Wanrong.

Xie Wanrong couldn't listen to a single word Yunxia said, she stared fixedly at the blood staining her fingertips.

Panic, unprecedented panic, panic spread in my heart.

She completely ignored Yun Xia, and stretched out her hand tremblingly, covering the back of Qi Jinghuan's clothes with her entire palm.

A hot and humid feeling spread into the palm.

Only then did she understand why Qi Jinghuan would change out of his previous white robe today and wear a black Chinese dress, because this dress has already melted into the color of blood.

She could no longer tell whether this black robe was the color of the clothes or the color of blood.

Before he came, he knew that he would be injured, but he came anyway.

Her nose was sore, her vision gradually became blurred, and she murmured: "How could this be, how could this be..."

"In order to save you, the lord did not hesitate to tear apart the barrier with his own body, and endured six thunderstorms! He was seriously injured twice by something on your body, but he still braced himself against the master of the Tianxuan Palace! What if the lord has something Mistake! I will never let you go!"

Hei Yu sneered, Hei You's face was ferocious and terrifying, he wished he could swallow Xie Wanrong alive!

"Heiyu...this king doesn't even know...you talk...so much...cough cough..." Qi Jinghuan raised his eyelids slightly, even though he was seriously injured, his face was pale, and his strength was weak, what he said would make people feel cold.

Xie Wanrong randomly took out the Purple Spirit Pill from his bosom, and carefully handed it into his mouth, he suddenly felt a tightness in his wrist, and he held it tightly.

She didn't dare to break free, he was obviously such a powerful person, she was afraid that her little strength would hurt him.

Try to speak calmly, with a soft tone as if coaxing a child: "Don't make trouble, eat this."

(End of this chapter)