Chapter 6

Instead of going on the main road, she went straight through the mountain path.

They must go back to Ye's house before they go back to the mansion.

In the memory of the original master, there is a path that goes directly through the mountains. Now, she is trudging on the narrow mountain path.

Not far away is a valley, at this time, she suddenly stopped and looked around vigilantly!

A wave of murderous air came, making her hair root up.

The killer's instinct told her that many people must have died here!

She was hidden among the trees, and quietly approached the valley.

The sight immediately shocked her.

In such a large valley, countless bodies and horses were hidden!

These corpses, all dressed in iron armour and armed with weapons, died miserably.

Isn't this the team that showed up at the wedding?

At least there are thousands of people. Now they are all dead!

Suddenly a hand reached out from the dead and grabbed her ankle.

Ye Qingli looked down and saw a bloody warrior.

When he saw Ye Qingli, he was shocked: "it's you Ugly girl. "

He said a word, his mouth spewed out a lot of blood foam, "please, help your highness..."

He desperately reached for a bamboo tube not far away. Ye Qingli will take it for him and put it in his hand. He used his last strength, and when he pressed it, a puff of fireworks flew to the sky.

Then, with his head askew, he died.

Ye Qingli turns around and is about to leave. Suddenly, he hears a soft groan coming from the dead.

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

He seems to have been seriously injured, lying on the side of the dead.

But still can't hide his rebellious and arrogant arrogance.

On his face, he wore a very ferocious and horrible mask, which perfectly covered the face.

In the clear and bright eyes, with the lilac pupil, it looks very strange.

His eyes are as deep as the ancient well, and his murderous spirit is enough to swallow up everything in front of him.

The first moment Ye Qingli saw his eyes, he couldn't help but fight a cold war.

This is to kill how many people, in order to accumulate such murderous spirit!

An idea came to her.

He didn't kill all these people, did he?

The man's last remaining light glanced at her, and then he closed his eyes powerlessly. The knife in his hand clanged and fell to the ground.

Ye Qingli didn't want to talk to him, but she didn't know why. When she saw the man at the first sight, she had a very familiar feeling.

Can't help but walk towards him.

She gently lifted the mask from his face and gasped.

At this time, he was just like a newborn child, with his eyes closed and his long lashes quivering.

One end of ink hair spreads at will, with a very beautiful face, and a pair of fierce eyebrows, mixed with bullying and ruthlessness, but there is no incongruity. Thin lips slightly pursed, with a rebellious, extremely overbearing meaning.

God, she is a man of two generations. She has never seen such a handsome man.

Every part of his skin is perfect, just like being carved by the creator. The most perfect works of art have no slightest flaws, just like sculptures.

Under the bloodstain, there are strong muscles. The white skin reveals his gentle and beautiful breath.

At this time, there was an unconscious groan in his mouth.

A chill came out of him. Even the blood stains on my body are all frozen.

Ye Qingli subconsciously approaches two steps and gives him a pulse with his wrist. Suddenly, he feels a chill, and his whole body is cold to the bone. It almost froze with blood.

This chill is all emanating from this man!

It's just a touch. It's so terrible. What kind of pain should he bear?

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

She whispered to herself, "is it the nine Yin Jue pulse?"