God-level Refiner: Ghost King Pampering and Pampering Concubine

Chapter 165 Blood Splattered Mandala Flower
"It's okay, Linglong, have you forgotten that Yan Wuyou is the fiancee of the ghost king now." Qin Shuangxue suddenly thought of Beiming Wuchen, and the displeasure on her face disappeared in an instant.

Yan Wuyou is Beiming Wuchen's fiancée, no matter what, Beiming Changhua will not rob his uncle's fiancée.

"Mother, you are too naive. Beiming Changhua is a member of the royal family. Whoever has the ability is the one who decides. In the past, it was rare for two generations of the royal family to like a woman?" Yan Linglong sneered, looking blankly. Looking at Qin Shuangxue.

"But those things all happened to the emperor, and the virtuous king is not the prince..."

After Qin Shuangxue said this, she seemed to think of something again, and her expression changed slightly.

"Does the virtuous king have the heart to call himself emperor?"

There are a few royal men who don't want to be emperors.

Yan Linglong nodded lightly, thought for a while, and felt that maybe Beiming Changhua was kind to Yan Wuyou at this time because Yan Wuyou was no longer a waste, her cultivation level was already higher than hers, and she belonged to the General's Mansion. prostitute.

Marrying Yan Wuyou is far better than marrying her.

"No, we must find a way to deal with Yan Wuyou. What level of magician is Yan Wuyou, my daughter? Can you beat her? If she really wants to get in the way, then put her..."

As Qin Shuangxue spoke, she made a movement of wiping her neck, her eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Mother... I'm very tired, you go back first, I'm going to rest." Yan Linglong's eyes suddenly flashed red.

Then he felt a little dizzy, and let out a low moan in an unusual tone.

"Okay, okay, mother is leaving now, you remember to drink the ginseng soup, don't worry about Yan Wuyou, mother will find a way."

Qin Shuangxue didn't think much about it, so she simply left, and she didn't forget to close the door for Yan Linglong when she went out.

The moment the door closed, Yan Linglong knelt down on the ground, her eyes that were as dark as ink suddenly turned blood red.

"what……"

She screamed in pain, not because Yan Linglong was afraid of screaming loudly, but because she couldn't scream at all.

With red eyes flashing, she stood up in a daze, and then walked towards the door like a soulless body.

Tian Weiwei invented.

In the early morning of Sun Moon Lake, kingfishers sing and the fragrance of flowers overflows. Yan Wuyou is sleeping soundly in Yu Wuchen's arms.

Yu Wuchen supported his head with one hand, and looked at the sleeping Yan Wuyou with a doting expression.

Yan Wuyou slept peacefully this time, and he didn't feel restless or unable to fall asleep at all because of the birdsong.

Yu Wuchen's complexion has improved a lot, and he has put on a clean white dress at this moment, and it seems that he should temporarily suppress the spiritual power of the riot.

"Shengyue Soul Killer...it's you...why..."

Just when Yu Wuchen relaxed his vigilance, Yan Wuyou suddenly frowned in his sleep, talking in sleep intermittently.

"Shengyue Soulkiller!" Although it was intermittent, Yu Wuchen still heard Shengyue Soulkiller clearly.

He clearly remembered that Yan Wuyou once said that she had a grudge against Sheng Yue.

Seeing Yan Wuyou in pain, Yu Wuchen became nervous and pushed Yan Wuyou, trying to wake Yan Wuyou up.

"Wake up worry-free, worry-free..."

But no matter what Yu Wuchen called Yan Wuyou, Yan Wuyou had no intention of waking up.

His forehead was already covered with sweat, his brows were deeply frowned, and his face was full of pain. One hand broke free from Yu Wuchen's grasp and held his left chest tightly.

"It hurts...it hurts...why? Why are you doing this to me?"

Words still came out of Yan Wuyou's mouth intermittently.

Although Yu Wuchen couldn't fully understand it, he could conclude that someone should have hurt Yan Wuyou with Sheng Yue.

It's just that Shengyue Soulkiller was recently sent to Jubao Pavilion for sale, so when was Yan Wuyou injured by Shengyue Soulkiller?

Now recalling Yan Wuyou's resistance to Shengyue Soulkiller before, it is only at this time that he truly understands.

Unable to wake Yan Wuyou up, Yu Wuchen could only gently put his hand on the back of Yan Wuyou's hand that was tightly covering his left chest.

Yan Wuyou's hand was very cold, and the palm of his hand was full of sweat, Yu Wuchen forcefully removed Yan Wuyou's hand from his left chest.

He wanted to hold Yan Wuyou in his arms, but saw a dark red light shining on Yan Wuyou's left chest.

This is……

"Worry-free..."

Yu Wuchen yelled a few more times anxiously, but still failed to wake Yan Wuyou up.

Slowly put his hands on Yan Wuyou's forehead, wanting to explore Yan Wuyou's spiritual consciousness, and see what Yan Wuyou's dream is at this moment.

A golden air flow slowly entered Yan Wuyou's head, and Yu Wuchen slowly closed his eyes.

Just when Yu Wuchen was reading Yan Wuyou's dream, a great force struck out.

Knocking Yu Wuchen's hand away, Yu Wuchen suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yan Wuyou in surprise.

Then he looked down at his palm in disbelief, his palm was actually turned red by the force just now.

"Feng Yan!"

Yan Wuyou suddenly yelled and sat up in shock.

"Wuyou, you're awake." Yu Wuchen didn't think too much, and hugged Yan Wuyou directly.

Yan Wuyou looked around with his eyes wide open, only then did he realize that he was already awake.

In fact, as early as when she was assassinated by Sheng Yue, she already knew that she had fallen into a dream.

But no matter how he told himself that this was a dream, the pain was real at the moment when Shengyue Soulkiller pierced his body.

Really stabbed by a sharp weapon, stinging, so painful that I couldn't breathe.

"Senior Brother Pavilion Master... I just had a nightmare." Yan Wuyou didn't reach out to hug Yu Wuchen, it wasn't that she didn't want to, but that she had no strength in her whole body.

Yu Wuchen looked down at the top of Yan Wuyou's head, full of doubts.

If Yan Wuyou's appearance just now was a dream, then was he also dreaming just now?

In his mind, he kept thinking about the red gleam on Yan Wuyou's left chest just now.

Isn't that just like the scar left by Shengyue Shisoul?
"It's okay, you're awake now, it's just a dream, don't be afraid, everything depends on me, I will always be by your side." Yu Wuchen gently stroked Yan Wuyou's long hair, very gentle Open your mouth and say.

"Well, I know, I know that Senior Brother Pavilion Master is by my side, that's why I can wake up so quickly." Yan Wuyou leaned on Yu Wuchen's arms and nodded lightly.

What Leng Qiufeng, that is, Leng Wuqing, said to her before, is connected with the dream just now, it is really true.

She and Feng Yan were lovers, but Feng Yan killed her the day before he was going to bring her back to the Feng Clan.

Using Feng Yan's favorite weapon, Sheng Yue Soul Killer, killed her.

Her blood splattered on the cluster of green Datura leaves at her feet, and the flow of blood also took away her spiritual power.

(End of this chapter)