Concubine Ning, one of the emperor's love

Chapter 290

The cool kiss didn't go away for a long time, Qin Mi called her: "Wen Qi." The trembling became more and more severe, he was really scared, and he still had lingering fears in his heart.

"Yeah." She responded leisurely, laughing heartlessly.

Qin Mi was a little annoyed at her: "Wen Qi."

"Qin Mi." Wen Qi yelled, stretched out her hand to hook Qin Mi's neck, she leaned close to his ear, and breathed lightly.

"I miss you," she said.

Qin Mi was helpless, annoyed her, but couldn't bear to blame: "Wen Qi, why are you so bold, if I'm late..."

Holding her hand, trembling, even thinking about it made Qin Mi's heart tighten and ache.

She held Qin Mi's hand in her slightly warm palm, and she reached out to rub Qin Mi's frowning brows: "I've checked with my eyes, and a free fall from a height of 20 meters won't kill me. At most, I'll lose an arm or a leg. It's just the worst plan." Qin Mi's eyebrows frowned even tighter, Wen Qi leaned over and kissed, "If I get so weak that I lose my arms and legs, my father will definitely not dislike me as a semi-disabled person, With this calculation, there is nothing to be afraid of.”

Qin Mi grabbed her hand and said softly, "I'm afraid."

Wen Qi was stunned, staring at Qin Mi forgot to answer, maybe it was the halo of internal energy that made Qin Mi's face extremely pale, she didn't feel sorry for herself, but for Qin Mi, who fell on her shoulder The flustered man who was at a loss, hugged her so tightly that his waist hurt a little, and beside his ear, he whispered: "Wen Qi, you scared me to death just now."

This man who looks down on the world, speaks so easily... Wen Qi thought, if he hadn't put her in his heart, why would Qin Mi have to be so cautious.

Wen Qi patted him on the back, intermittently, looking at the isolated arrows behind him, his heart ached: "Didn't you come here, and I have a hunch that if you want a hero to save the beauty, that person It must be you." He raised his head, leaned forward and kissed Qin Mi's face, and said with a smile, "Otherwise, how can the story of knowing how to reciprocate the promise continue."

Presumably someone has high expectations for a certain bridge.

Qin Mi nestled on her shoulder and rubbed her: "Wen Qi, Wen Qi..." After murmuring sullenly for a long time, Qin Mi murmured, "My heart is so distressed."

Wen Qi squinted her eyes, and smiled: "It doesn't hurt, it's just a skin injury." She thought to herself, damn it, it hurts like hell, her hands seem to be numb.

Well, she couldn't bear her Master Mi's distress, so she had to endure it even if she gritted her teeth.

Wen Qi probably forgot that if it really didn't hurt, she would cry and wail for the pain. At this moment, she didn't say a word, and forgot to wipe off the cold sweat on her head.

How can it not hurt...

Tearing off a corner of the crimson robe, Qin Mi carefully tied it on Wen Qi's bloody palm, moving very gently: "Are you tired?"

"Ah."

She was really tired, she thought, if she hadn't been afraid of Qin Mi's distress, she would have fainted a long time ago, so as not to suffer pain.

Qin Mi took her into his arms and brushed her eyes: "Hey, close your eyes."

Wen Qi was obedient, she slowly closed her eyes.

Qin Mi raised her hand, the palm was surrounded by a dazzling halo, and the palm fell...

The blood was surging, it was extremely pungent, flesh and blood were flying, and the corpses piled up into mountains, but there was no sound.

There was no screaming or struggling. She closed her eyes, and it seemed that a bloody light shot into her eyes. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, tugged at Qin Mi's sleeve, and called out: "Qin Mi."

The eerie red eyes that melted into blood gradually cleared up, Qin Mi raised his hand to block the scene of blood flowing into the river below the city: "They all have to die." The voice was cold and bone-piercing.

(End of this chapter)