Chapter 735
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It turned out that the distance from the human world to hell was so close. It only took an instant.
Xiahou Qing's fingers trembled violently, and even his breathing began to spasm. In his ears, Cao Hou's voice was like a demon from hell, dancing in the raging flames. She laughed and reached out with her broken claws, wanting to pull everyone who passed by into the sea of flames to be destroyed with her.
"What, you don't believe me? Won't you know if you go take a look? Ah, this consort almost forgot. Your eyes have long been a decoration, trash! Hehe, then go and touch it. While you still have the sense of touch, carefully touch it. Did you just kill the little girl that you've been longing for? "
"No, it can't be. I don't believe it …" Xiahou Qing's entire body was stiff. His face was ashen and uglier than a dead man's. One blade, two blades, three blades. The gentle breeze that blew past in the morning after the storm instantly transformed into thousands of sharp blades that pierced through his body. Wind whistled through his body as blood flowed out.
He lifted his stiff feet and walked towards the white cloth step by step. Jiu Si and the others saw this and rushed over to stop him, but if he insisted on doing this, who could stop him?
When the white cloth was lifted, Xiahou Qing's hand hung in the air, unwilling to fall. He said, "Tell me, is it her?"
Looking at the familiar swollen face under the white cloth, the congealed blood at the corner of the mouth, and the eyes that were unwilling to close when the veins of the heart were shattered, She Yan looked at it in shock. His throat was blocked, and he didn't have the courage to look a second time. He turned his face away with red eyes. This question was too difficult. No one could answer.
A chill spread from his chest, freezing his entire body. Even speaking was difficult. Xiahou Qing's lips were deathly white. He said, "Speak, is it her?"
"Is there even a need to ask? Xiahou Qing, who would dare to answer you? " Cao Hou admired their pain from behind, using it as food to feed the abyss of dissatisfaction in her heart. She chuckled and shook her head. "Xiahou Qing, you can't blame this consort. You killed her with your own hands. How is it? How does it feel to kill your most beloved person with your own hands? Does your heart hurt? "
The bright yellow phoenix robe gracefully left the half-charred, half-bloody Weiyang Palace, with the most carefree laughter in the world. "Do you know what this is called? Life, is, worse than death. Every day you're alive, you'll sink into boundless regret. After you die, you'll be too afraid to see her. You'll constantly struggle between life and death, unable to free yourself for all eternity. How does this feel? This consort left this girl alive for this moment. This is this consort's greatest revenge against you! Hahahahaha … "
The string in Xiahou Qing's heart snapped with a "bam". His hands uncontrollably searched the corpse's face, trying to find evidence that she wasn't. But, but.
Xiahou Qing suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. A pair of hands rushed over to catch him.
Tianwen shouted, "No, Shizi Ye, don't be fooled! This isn't Lady Ning. Her Majesty is lying to you! It's true. I, Tianwen, swear with my life that it really isn't her. If I'm lying, then let the heavens send down heavenly lightning and let me die a horrible death! Shizi Ye, you know that I'm most afraid of death. Believe me! "
But, it was too late.
Two streams of blood slowly flowed down from the corners of Xiahou Qing's eyes. He suddenly opened his unfocused eyes and drew a sword, slashing back at the living people around him. His expression was deranged and his eyes were bloodshot. He had completely lost his mind.
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