"Okay, as long as it's not to eat me, whatever." Xiao Qianye, who is now a little sparrow, has already figured out that Qin Meiyu is just talking. She also shamelessly ignored her face, squatted on her shoulders, and followed her out, "Where are you going?"

"Get out of the snow without trace."

"Ah!" Xiao Qianye chirped, "Have you figured it out? Have you decided to sacrifice me? I just said, the beauty trick will definitely work. Although you are a little worse than me, as long as you don't look carefully, you will be a beautiful woman with beautiful eyes."

"Yes, yes, I can't compare to a gray and fried sparrow..." Qin Meiyu joked casually, "I see that Xue Wuhen's environment is elegant and the flowers and plants are lush. I guess there are many insects. Don't you all like to eat insects? When you get there, don't be polite, you are embarrassed to eat them."

Xiao Qianye was unhappy: "I don't eat insects! You are the bird!"

Hearing Xiao Qianye's familiar banging sound, Qin Meiyu was extremely comfortable in body and mind.

"Miss Qin! Miss Qin!"

Xiao Qianye was about to speak, but was interrupted by a scream. She shut her mouth and obediently became an innocent little sparrow.

Qin Meiyu saw the man who was coming in a hurry, a high-level disciple who often followed Xue Tingzhu, and stepped forward and asked, "Why are you so panicked?"

For a moment, countless bad thoughts flashed in his heart, and Qin Meiyu remained silent on his face.

The disciple's panic was not retreating, and he stepped forward and held his fists and saluted: "Miss Qin, the leader is injured, please come and take a look."

Is Xue Tingzhu injured?

He was shocked and Qin Meiyu asked in confusion: "Why is the leader... injured?"

"The head of the sect didn't say that he came back alone." The disciple said.

Xue Tingzhu didn't know that what he was facing in the Ice Huo Yu Po that day was not the real Qingzhuo Zhenren, and Qin Meiyu already knew everything about him. During this period, Xue Tingzhu was still maintaining the image of Xue Tingzhu she described in front of Qin Meiyu.

Knowing that Xue Tingzhu is the Ghost King and the things in Chu Qingyan's memory were extremely shocking to Qin Meiyu. Time was tight at that time and she was not allowed to slowly digest and accept it. She could only force herself to remember, no matter how her psychological reaction would be.

How can the wind pass without trace? For example, now, when I learned that Xue Tingzhu was injured, the first thing that flashed in her mind was whether he would lie to her!

I feel guilty, but more sad.

Xue Tingzhu, how could you be the Ghost King’s person?

Frowning his eyebrows, Qin Meiyu hesitated for a moment and asked, "How is his injury?"

The disciple glanced at Qin Meiyu and hesitated: "The head of the sect did not allow the doctor to see him. As soon as he came back, he said he wanted to see you, Miss Qin."

Showing a little bitch?

This is not like what Xue Tingzhu, who is now scheming, can do.

"Okay, I'll go there now."

Suppressing the doubts and worries in his heart, Qin Meiyu walked towards Xue Wuhen.

Seeing that there was no one around, Xiao Qianye squatted on Qin Meiyu's shoulder and whispered: "He's dozing off, Xue Tingzhu sent a pillow over. It's too coincidental. Be careful..."

Qin Meiyu nodded invisibly.

When he arrived at Xue Wuhen, as soon as he stepped into the yard, Qin Meiyu smelled a strong smell of blood.

"How much blood has been shed, don't die, right?" Xiao Qianye sneezed a little and muttered in a low voice, "I want to see you, a beautiful wife who has not entered the door before my death. I really can't tell that Xue Tingzhu is still a kind of infatuated person..."

Qin Meiyu didn't say anything because she had walked into the room quickly. As soon as she entered the room, the smell of blood became even stronger, which made Qin Meiyu frown.

"Miss Qin!"

"Miss Qin!"

...

There were many people in front of the bed in the inner room, and several of them were dressed by high-level disciples, probably the confidant whom Xue Tingzhuxin supported him. At the front were two old men dressed in doctors, who had never seen Qin Meiyu. One of the old men dressed in black had a layer of black air between their eyebrows, and it was obvious that they were a person in the swordsmanship.

Seeing Qin Meiyu come in, everyone saluted.

Qin Meiyu nodded politely: "How is the injury of the leader?"

"The head of the sect is seriously injured. For some reason, the head of the sect is unwilling to deal with the injury first and insists on waiting for Miss Qin to come."

"Miss Qin, please persuade the leader..."

"Yes, Miss Qin, the head of the sect needs to be dealt with immediately. Please persuade me..."

...

An anxious voice sounded in a mess, making Qin Meiyu's head buzzing. She didn't say anything, and walked closer to the bed to see how serious Xue Tingzhu's injuries were.

The whole person seemed to be soaked in blood. The dark gray robe on his body was soaked with blood. His face was extremely pale and his face was dead gray. As if he heard the movement, he slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were dull.

Seeing Qin Meiyu, there was a hint of a sudden in his dim eyes. He spoke with difficulty: "...you... go out first..."

Everyone with different thoughts wanted to speak but stopped, but had to retreat.

Whether in the past or present, Qin Meiyu saw Xue Tingzhu like this for the first time.

He has always been as gentle as jade, no matter whether it is real or courteous, it has never changed.

When Xue Tingzhu's kneeling straight figure flashed in front of her eyes, Qin Meiyu felt ache in her heart. She slowly squatted down beside the bed. She choked in her throat and murmured: "Xue Tingzhu, are you about to die?"

Xue Tingzhu's eyes fell on her, and the corners of her lips curled up a light curve: "For the time being... I can't die yet, don't worry, I won't let you be a widow..."

"You and I have not gotten married. Even if you die, I will not be a widow." Qin Meiyu looked at him and said.

"Yes, I forgot..." The curve of the corners of the lips deepened, and a miserable smile appeared on Xue Tingzhu's face, "Miao Yu, I don't have a mother anymore..."

"Why?" Qin Meiyu was stunned.

Didn’t he say that his mother is now the Ghost King’s concubine, but she is actually a hostage? Did the Ghost King decide to abandon him?!

No, now Xue Tingzhu has successfully held the painlessness in her hands, and has cleaned up everything from the inside to the outside. How could she be regarded as an abandoned son by the Ghost King?

Xue Tingzhu smiled sadly: "...The Ghost King killed her..."

My heart was shocked, and Qin Meiyu frowned.

"I obeyed his words and took away the pain of not hating and imprisoning Qingzhuo Zhenren, but he still attacked my mother..." Xue Tingzhu gasped, and sweat beads appeared on his forehead. "I have been so tired of him for the years I have been unable to leave my mother, but I can't leave her alone..."

Qin Meiyu looked at him and pursed her lips tightly.

She looked at Xue Tingzhu in front of her, and suddenly a strange feeling rose in her heart.
Chapter completed!