The Ye Family is a century-old family with a solid foundation. On this four-star continent that advocates concentration and gathering energy, it must be shameful for Ye Qingge to be out of such a trash. If Qing Ge can live without staying overnight, it is the Ye family that depends on it. Great elder, his grandfather's favor.
The deep-seated pain caused Ye Qingge to inhale a breath of air-conditioning. She lay on the ground, feeling weak, looking at the corner of the table in front of her with complicated eyes.
She never thought that one day she would appear in a magical world. However, whether in modern times or here, she is a person. For her, where is not important, the important thing is to live.
When Ye Qingge thought thousands of times, the purple birthmark on half of her face suddenly merged like running water, purple light came in and out, the hurricane hit, the window popped open, and the night was thick. The crimson lotus blooms in the light, gorgeous and luxurious, the lotus.
Above, a bunch of meatballs shrank together. The sound of the wind whistles, like weeping like a complaint. The fleshy ball stretched out its limbs, lazy and expensive, its eyes were raised, and its red mane was silky and delicate, like a cat and a fox; the eyes of a cat and fox are particularly stunning, one purple and one red, purple like a mandala, red like a man Sha Zhuhua.
Ye Qingge lay weakly on the ground, staring at the cat and fox slowly approaching her.
Maohu stood arrogantly in front of Ye Qingge, suddenly raised his paws, and patted the sharp paws on the half of his face with a purple birthmark, tearing apart the delicate skin on his face, and blood immediately penetrated along the contours of the face. Sliding down, it condensed into a pool of blood on the bluestone face.
Ye Qingge frowned, furious, and cold in her eyes, she had not made any aggressive actions, she was suddenly singled out by a blood curtain before her eyes, and then opened her eyes, the world was different. In front of me, there is a dim space, everything is calm and there is no world. The sound, the sense of desolation rose from the bottom of my heart, Ye Qingge stood up from the ground, squinted his eyes, and looked forward.
Three meters in front of Ye Qingge, the throne of Kowloon made of black ink stood steadily, and the man in the red robe was lying on the chair. The man's eyes were frivolous and unparalleled in the world, with a pair of narrow phoenix eyes , One purple and one red, or elegant or bloodthirsty, a little cinnabar mole between the eyebrows, bright and not square, thin lips, red like blood jade, gorgeous like a sunrise.
evildoer!
Ye Qingge snorted secretly.
The blood on Ye Qingge's face continued to drip onto the ground.
The man looked at the blood on the ground, and thoughtfully, for a long time, he glanced at Ye Qingge lazily, and said, "Come here." The voice is very good, like a lotus weeping dew and Kunshan jade broken.
Ye Qingge frowned slightly, this man was as beautiful as a poison, too dangerous; she stood in place, her face was cold, and her eyes were cold and dark.
Be alert.
Seeing that Ye Qingge didn't respond, after a while, the man shook his head and shook his head.
Suddenly, the man disappeared. At the same time, Ye Qingge was hugged horizontally, his body suspended.
"You have been poisoned in your body. If you don't want to die, just obediently." The man said.
Ye Qingge's body is tight and his eyes are alert, like a dormant leopard, releasing a fatal blow at any time.
The man knew Ye Qingge's guard, and didn't care, and said, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in a woman who has no figure and no face."
Ye Qing Ge: "......"
She is only half of her face ugly!
Besides, where can a child who is only fourteen or five years old grow?
despair..
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