Knock on Jade: Concubine Qiao Plays Evil Emperor

Chapter 488 Pretty Concubine Playing Evil Emperor 510
"That man is very poor. He only has one arm left, and he is half dead. That blood... ah... so scary." Xueyan pretended to be very scared.

Meng Ling still had no expression at all.

It's really holding up, I'll take some more medicine.

"Lying there covered in blood, it's horrible."

Meng Ling's expression remained the same.

Still have to take medicine.

"Ah, no, it might be a spy! It might threaten the life of the princess. In his current situation, anyone can kill him. I'll go and finish him off. Yes, I should kill him. I'll go find the sword."

After Xueyan finished speaking, she immediately ran out of the door, pretending to find a sword to kill someone, but in fact she found a place to hide outside the door.

As soon as Xueyan hid, she saw Mengling holding up her skirt to look around, and then slipping towards the place where Yi Hanfeng was stunned.

Oh, you can't hold it anymore.Xueyan was very happy.

"Cold wind, where are you?"

It was Mengling's voice, Yi Hanfeng couldn't believe it.Mengling really came to see him.

Yi Hanfeng ran over like flying, and stretched out his hands to hug Mengling. It had been a long, long time since he was as close to Mengling as he is now, but when his hand stretched halfway, he retracted, slowly on his trouser legs.

He knew he was no longer worthy.

"Are you okay?" Mengling saw that Yi Hanfeng not only did not bleed, but also walked fast, and could still talk, her tone was obviously cold.

"I am fine."

"Heh..." Mengling took a few steps back in pain, "Why do I still care about you so much? I'm really not human, I'm not human."

Meng Ling pinched her heart.

"Ling'er, don't do this." Yi Hanfeng grabbed her hand.

Mengling's hands are so cold.

"Let me go." Mengling said angrily in a low voice.

Yi Hanfeng's hand seemed to be scalded, and he retracted nervously.

"What are you doing here? Do you know that I feel pain when your name is mentioned, I don't want to see you, I don't want to." Mengling cried, the pain and self-blame made her cry like rain.

Yi Hanfeng's heart shrank into a ball, and he clutched his chest tightly.

"Yi Hanfeng, I beg you not to appear in my life again, don't make me suffer any more, you know? If I wasn't afraid of my sister being sad, I would have died a long time ago. Death has become a kind of pain for me. Happiness." Meng Ling said with a miserable expression.

"Ling'er, I'm sorry."

"I don't want to listen to you, I don't want to hear every single word, you go, you go..."

Yi Hanfeng turned around, and the lonely shadow was heartbreaking.

"Cold wind." Mengling suddenly rushed over, embraced him, and in the blink of an eye, let go and ran away crying.

Yi Hanfeng stood still, stunned, he only now knew how much Mengling hated, and how much love was.

He knows that the pain of love and hate is the most uncomfortable.

Mengling ran out, not far away, an old hand covered Mengling's nose, and Mengling passed out.

(End of this chapter)