Devil Emperor, your mad concubine is beating someone again

Chapter 26 Are You Crazy?
All the vegetation moved, mixed with a devastating chill, and the blade-like wind cut a person's face like a knife.

Yin Qingxian seemed to have thought of something, turned her head suddenly, saw Ye Mosha not far away, and panicked, it's too bad, Ye Mosha must have misunderstood the weird distance when she administered the poison.

And when she turned around, Jun Chen also saw Ye Mosha.

In Ye Mosha's magic pupils, the scene of Yin Qingxian and Jun Chen "cuddling each other" was reflected, and the blood in his eyes continued to deepen.

Before Yin Qingxian could react, Ye Mocha quickly approached her, pinched her jaw, and slapped Jun Chen's body with the other palm with strong internal force.

Jun Chen had internal strength to block it, but he was still slapped to the ground, the blood from the corner of his mouth slowly flowed out, he felt a little palpitation, Ye Mosha's cultivation was so high.

Ye Mosha dragged Yin Qingxian away from the spot with a ghostly killing intent.

Jun Chen hit the ground with his fist, anger flashed in his eyes, and veins protruded, "Yemosha, you wait for the prince."

Yin Qingxian, he is bound to win.

Yewangfu, inside the house.

Ye Mosha was full of murderous intent like a hellish Shura, his magic pupils were blood-colored, and he threw Yin Qingxian to the ground.

Yin Qingxian let out a "hiss" in pain, and the jaw that was pinched just now seemed to have been dislocated, and it was bruised and purple.

Her eyes were full of killing intent and coldness, and she looked at Ye Mosha.

Ye Mosha's magic pupils locked tightly on her on the ground, bent down, and grabbed her neck, "Yin Qingxian, you are Princess Ye, you must guard your duty as Princess Ye."

Yin Qingxian was a little out of breath, and raised her eyes full of killing intent, a few silver needles pierced Ye Mosha's back, "Let me go, do you believe that I killed you?"

Blood gurgled from Ye Mosha's back, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, the scarlet in the magic pupil gradually deepened, and he pinched Yin Qingxian's neck fiercely.

Yin Qingxian's icy pupils shot at Ye Mosha, touching his murderous aura and pupils like blood.

A slight astonishment flashed across her, Ye Mosha at this moment seemed to have no human aura, not afraid of blood, not afraid of pain, like a demon.

"Cough cough...cough..." Yin Qingxian's breathing became more and more difficult.

Her hand beat Ye Mosha's back hard, and the silver needle pierced deeper and deeper, but Ye Mosha didn't respond at all.

Damn it, she couldn't beat Ye Mosha with a hard fight.

Suddenly, Ye Mosha let go of her neck.

Yin Qingxian froze for a moment, her breathing recovered, and she wanted to push him away.

Unexpectedly, Ye Mosha leaned over and pressed her under him, Mo Tong stared at her red dress, and with a wave of his palm, the clothes on Yin Qingxian's chest were torn, and a large piece of white skin was exposed to the air.

Yin Qingxian panicked immediately, she squinted her eyes, poison appeared in her hand, and the moment she was about to strike——

As if feeling something, Ye Mosha held her hand with his backhand, and threw the medicine bottle far away.

The blood-red pupil turned to Yin Qingxian, lowered his head, and bit her shoulder.

Yin Qingxian frowned in pain, and the blood bloomed bright red plum blossoms on her shoulders.

Ye Mosha paused, the blood in his pupils seemed to have faded a little, but suddenly, the blood gradually deepened.

He suddenly grabbed Yin Qingxian's hands holding the silver needle.

With a backhand, she put Yin Qingxian's hand on her head, and her big palm tore open her clothes little by little, and slowly moved down.

And the torn clothes slowly fell to the bloody place on the ground, dazzlingly red.

Yin Qingxian stared at Ye Mosha's magic pupil with eyes as cold as ice, and her voice was not a little warm, "Ye Mosha, don't make me hate you."

don't make me hate you...

Ye Mosha's hand hesitated for a moment, the blood color in his pupils gradually faded, and some images seemed to flash in his mind—

Surrounded by clouds and mists, like the sky, a woman whose face cannot be seen is gradually approaching a man who looks the same as him.

He couldn't hear what they were saying, only heard a vague "Xi'er".

Get closer, get closer, the woman gradually, slowly, overlaps with Yin Qingxian's face.

　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)