MTL - Divine Genius Healer, Abandoned Woman: Demonic Tyrant in Love with a Mad Little Consort-Chapter 6 Mysterious Highness 1

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She did not take the road, but directly wearing the mountain path.

They must first return to Ye Family before they return home.

In the memory of the original Lord, there is a path that goes straight through the mountains. She is now on a narrow mountain road and trekking hard.

Not far away is a valley, when she suddenly stopped and watched with vigilance!

A murderous murder came, and her roots were erected.

The instinct of the killer told her that there must be a lot of people dead here!

She was hidden in the bushes and quietly approached the valley.

The sight in front of her suddenly shocked her.

In the vast valley, there are countless bodies and horses!

These corpses, all wearing armor, hand-held swords, died very badly.

Isn't this the horse team that appeared at the wedding scene?

There are at least a thousand people, and now all of them are on the ground!

In the heap of dead people, suddenly a hand stretched out and grabbed her ankle.

Ye Qingli bowed his head and saw a **** warrior.

He saw Ye Qingli and also stunned: "It turned out to be you... ugly."

He said a word, a lot of blood was sprayed in his mouth, "I beg you, save your Highness..."

He desperately reached for a bamboo tube not far away. Ye Qingli helped him get it and stuff it into his hand. He used his last strength and pressed it on the top, and a fireworks flew into the sky.

Then, when he looked at him, he died.

Ye Qingli turned and just about to leave, suddenly heard in the heap of dead people, there was a soft groan.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw a man.

He was as badly wounded, lying in the heap of dead people.

But still can't conceal his domineering and arrogant domineering.

On his face, wearing a mask that was incomparably horrible and horrible, covered the face perfectly.

Among the clear and translucent scorpions, the lavender hazelnuts look very fascinating.

His eyes are as deep as the ancient wells, and the murderousness of Haotian is enough to swallow everything in front of him.

Ye Qingli couldn't help but fight a cold war when he saw the first moment of his eyes.

This is how many people have to be killed in order to accumulate such murderous!

She suddenly raised a thought.

These people, shouldn't they all kill him?

The man’s last glance looked at her, and he closed his eyes weakly. The knife in his hand slammed into the ground.

Ye Qingli didn't want to care about him, but I don't know why, when she saw this man at first sight, she had a very familiar feeling.

Can't help but walk towards him.

Gently uncovering the mask on his face, she couldn't help but take a breath.

At this time, he was like a newborn child, with his eyes closed and long eyelashes twitching.

An ink-haired hair is scattered at random, and the face is very beautiful. With the sharp eyebrows, it is mixed with arrogance and fierceness, but it does not seem to be a little uncoordinated. The thin lips are slightly squatting, bringing out an unruly and incomprehensible meaning.

God, she was a man, and she has never seen such a handsome man.

Every skin on his body is perfect, just like the creator, the most perfect piece of art, without a trace of embarrassment, like a sculpture with distinct lines.

Under the blood, the hidden muscles are strong muscles, and the white complexion reveals his gentle and beautiful atmosphere.

At this time, in his mouth, an unconscious snoring sounded.

A cold, quickly emanate from him. Even the blood stains on the body are all condensed into ice.

Ye Qingli subconsciously approached two steps, and gave him a pulse on his wrist. He suddenly felt a cold rush, and the whole body was cold to the bones. Almost a bit of blood must be frozen.

This chill is emitted from this man!

Just touch it, it is so terrible, what kind of pain should he suffer?

Unconsciously, the look on Ye Qingli's face has become solemn.

She whispered to herself: "Is it a yin?"