Your Majesty, don't worry

Qi Yan didn't answer, but tried to look in Su Qingbai's direction, with a very gentle smile on his face.

"Your Majesty should understand that black ants are the most united little creatures in the world. Why are the undead below dead and able to walk again? Because what flows from their bodies is not blood, but black ants. Black ants gather together and use their strength to support up this body."

Qi Zhen approached Qi Yan's neck, sneered as if appreciative, and said, "How can people be resurrected after death? But Duan Xuan from Northern Xinjiang has the ability to bring them back to life."

Seeing the turmoil in Qi Yan's eyes, Qi Zhen's face flashed a smug, and continued, "That's right, it's the one who was locked up in Dali Temple and was chopped off by Mr. Su. Did the emperor not expect that he didn't?" If you die, you have escaped a step earlier."

Seeing that Qi Yan was speechless, Qi Zhen sneered again, "Your Majesty probably doesn't know who Duan Xun is. He was Su Qingbai's childhood companion, and Mr. Su was lying on the bed sickly and half dead when he was young. You read to him by his bedside every day."

Qi Yan felt his cheeks cool, and the smell of blood penetrated his nostrils like a snake.

Blood rained like silk, one after another.

Qi Zhen pointed to Su Qingbai who was red-eyed nearby, and sighed: "Your Majesty, are you sure you didn't misjudge him?"

"No." Qi Yan's voice was hoarse and cold.

Qi Zhen's expression froze, no matter how tortured he was before, he refused to speak, but now he answered these two words so neatly.

Su Qingbai squeezed one person's heart, tapped her toes lightly, and rushed to her, with a ferocious intent to kill.Qi Yan looked at him with gentleness in his eyes. This is how this man stepped on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood to save himself.

Su Qing's face was as white as white paper, her expression was dull, but her eyes were peaceful. When she saw Qi Yan said: "The murder was so inelegant that the emperor laughed at it. Next time, I must do it more cleanly, so as not to let the blood get dirty." The Emperor's face."

"It's okay."

Qi Yan wanted to move, struggled a bit, and fell into the arms of Su Qingbai who was walking forward quickly.

"My hands are crippled, and I still want to move." Su Qingbai pursed her lips and smiled.

"How can I get close to you if I don't move."

"I'll be fine."

"Extraordinary bearing, with the demeanor of the mother's world."

Su Qingbai took out a brocade handkerchief and wiped the blood on Qi Yan's face, kissed him on the forehead, and said with a soft smile: "Your Majesty, I am Gong..."

Qi Yan frowned and said with a smile: "Taking advantage of others' danger, are you being unreasonable? Huh?"

"The emperor misunderstood, I have no plan to do anything with you now."

Qi Yan: "..." At this time, the tongue is still fast, and killing people did not kill the brain.

"Ah..." A shrill cry broke through the eardrums.

I saw a long knife stuck in Fang Que's chest. Qi Zhen held the other end of the long knife. He turned the handle of the knife, and Fang Que's already dead face showed a look of pain. , his white eyes looked at Qi Yan, and there was boundless emptiness in his eyes. The biggest mistake in this actor's life was thinking about someone he shouldn't.

"You should die." Qi Zhen opened his eyes wide, pushed hard, and the long knife pierced Fang Que's chest.

He put some blood on his finger and sent it to his mouth. After licking, he pointed his bloody finger at the new wave of undead, and said, "Su Qingbai, can you finish killing these people?"

The howling of ghosts and wolves echoed in the mountains again, and the murderous aura swept over like a landslide and tsunami.