Qianhong was shocked by the momentum that Gu Nuo'er burst out at this moment.

She was stunned, and quickly cheered up, urging everyone to do as they said to take care of Nuoer.

Soon, only Gu Nuoer and Ling Shen were left in the hall.

As the door was tightly closed, Gu Nuo'er pressed the fingertips between Ling Shen's eyebrows and began to emit a faint light.

When the light gradually brightened, the black tide surging in Gu Nuo'er's eyes, black and soft hair, a small white and tender face, burning and delicate, with white skin and snow!

The powerful mana was introduced into Ling Shen's body from his fingertips.

All the way to clean up the poison in the blood, disintegrate and smash all the deadly poison!

Wherever the mana goes, surrender!

Gu Nuo'er murmured with pink lips: "Brother Shen'er, you have to survive, you can't make the bad guys proud!"

On the other side, Ye Siming left the Qinghe Palace, and looked around with his cold eyes, and he immediately had a direction.

He walked quickly, and after a while, he stopped outside the Queen's palace.

The drizzle swayed, soaking the boy's hair, making his ink pupils even colder.

He raised his eyes and examined the empress's magnificent palace.

In the rain curtain, the bucket arches and the eaves give people a dark and breathless atmosphere.

Concubine Lu came to find the queen?

Ye Siming walked directly into the courtyard, but found that there was silence inside and outside the palace.

When he pushed open the door and entered the hall, the first person that caught his eye was the maid who fell to the ground.

Inside, Queen Zhong had passed out on the ground.

And the missing Concubine Lu, holding a sharp hairpin in her hand, stood aside.

She was soaked all over, her hair was messy, and her face was as pale as a ghost.

But there was undisguised hatred in his eyes.

She raised her hand fiercely and was about to pierce the sharp hairpin into the queen's heart, but was blocked by a broken sword.

Concubine Lu glanced sideways, and there was still anger in her eyes.

"Master Hou, why did you stop me?" she asked in a hoarse voice.

Today's Concubine Lu, without the tenderness of the past, is about to lose her son's grief, making her completely irrational.

Ye Si Ming's eyes were as deep as the dark night, and his tall figure was standing there, like Heiyuan itself.

Under the long eyebrows on the temples, a pair of cold eyes are full of thoroughness.

"I'm not stopping you, I just want you to think clearly."

"As far as I know, once the demon kills, there will be an immortal to catch it."

"It's not a pity for a vicious person to die, but you still have a son, and you are willing to let him live in this deep palace alone?"

"If you think about it clearly, just stab it, I'm too lazy to meddle in my own business."

Saying that, Ye Siming put the broken sword back on his waist.

Concubine Lu's identity, he guessed it was close to ten.

From the time when he saved the child, Concubine Lu inadvertently showed her demon power, and he knew her identity.

But Ye Siming never took the initiative to expose it. As long as he didn't hurt Gu Nuoer, everything had nothing to do with him.

Ye Siming's words seemed to have pierced into Concubine Lu's heart.

She trembled all over, tears fell in large drops, the hairpin in her hand loosened for a while, and fell to the ground with a crisp "clanging".

Lu Fei burst into tears and questioned herself in a hoarse voice.

"Why... I've already tried my best to give in, so why is she still holding on to it! Now it's because of my weakness that I'm deeply poisoned."

"I have low mana and can't save my child. Is it wrong to even kill her?"

Ye Siming glanced at her face, and his tone was calm and lazy: "I don't know if you are wrong or not, anyway, that's what the old men in the sky stipulate."