Tian Xueqing lowered her eyes slightly, her heart tingling a little. After a period of half a year that was misunderstood and wronged, was she not used to it ...

She raised her eyes halfway, her eyes looked darker, and she said indifferently, "I have nothing to say."

Ji Yunhuang was a little upset. Seeing the ink still had blood-sucking wounds, he was even more upset, and his voice suddenly cooled down: "What are you still standing there for? You pushed down the ink and hurt her, it's not happy Come and heal her. "

Ink brushed Laji Yunhuang's sleeves a little at a loss, almost crying anxiously: "Brother Yunhuang, don't blame Xueqing sister ... Sister Xueqing also has a lot of injuries ... Amo's little injury ... "

Ji Yunhuang pulled out his sleeves: "Stop talking."

Ink was stunned.

Tian Xueqing suddenly felt a little ironic, was she pitiful enough to be sympathized by a little girl ...

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter ... she doesn't care ...

It's almost over ...

Tian Xueqing walked in silently, turned his hand, and a sharp dagger appeared on the palm of his hand. He cut a knife on the arm without changing the color, and the wound that had just stopped bleeding immediately spewed and bleed.

Ji Yunhuang: "..."

He almost wanted to choke the woman in front of him, and his eyes almost burst into flames: "Tian Xueqing, are you intentional? You can solve it by cutting a small mouth, are you using a bitter flesh?"

Her white arm had not healed from the old wounds, and new ones were added, and Yan Hong's blood kept flowing out ...

Let him look a bit dazzling.

But she didn't feel the same, she pulled the ink-washed legs by herself, dripping blood on her knees.

The small mouth of the ink and ink knee broke with a faint halo. In the light and halo, the ink and ink wound gradually healed with the speed visible to the naked eye, smooth and flat as ever.

After Tian Xueqing finished dripping her blood, her face became paler, almost the same color as the surrounding snow. She did not look at Ji Yunhuang, closed her eyes, and meditated quietly.

Ji Yunhuang was completely ignored, his face paled slightly: "You showed me this scarred appearance on purpose, Tian Xueqing, you are really good at it."

Tian Xueqing opened her eyes suddenly and smiled lightly: "Reward."

Although she was laughing, her eyes were deeply sad. Why did she and him come this far?

The half-year-old princess lived like purgatory, and once consumed all her love ...

Ji Yunhuang hesitated for a moment, and then rang. He threw a small bottle and said coldly, "Don't die on the road, no one will collect your body."

Ning Xuemo almost wanted to shoot the dead season Yunhuang, what is this saying? She wanted to manage it, but now was not the time to be distracted.

Tian Xueqing had a pale complexion, and her eyes were dark like the thick ink that could not be changed.

She kept laughing, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, I won't die on the road, His Royal Highness rest assured."

She said she picked up the medicine and smeared herself. The movement involved the wound. She just gave a slight meal without frowning, so she continued to apply the medicine.

At this time Ning Xuemo had dug out the crystal pillars in the Snow King's body, and her eyebrows were raised slightly: "Big God, there are actually two ice pillars in the Snow King's body."

Shen Jiuli took a look, and with a wave of his hand, the two crystal pillars were taken out and placed cleanly in Ning Xuemo's hand.

Great God's language is concise, but it's key: "Absorb."

Ning Xuemo had to sit cross-legged and slowly absorb the energy in the crystal pillars,