Minutes and seconds passed, and the room was so quiet that only the sound of blood dripping was left. Wan Ling closed her eyes, did not speak, and did not look at him again.

After a long time, Qing Jiuying threw away the short blade, picked up the wine jug containing the wine, grinned open, and poured the wine from the jug into her mouth.

His movements were rude and spicy in his throat, and Wanling choked and coughed, but he did not let her go, and only then did he tremble and hug her when he knew that he had poured all the jug of wine, and began to chant words in his mouth again, saying charms that she did not understand.

The spicy wine enema, Wan Ling felt that she could even breathe fire, and with the incantation, the liquor seemed to turn into a sharp thorn, first piercing her internal organs, then piercing her limbs, and finally piercing her steel bones.

Tears mixed with sweat rolled down her cheeks, and blood slowly crawled all over her chest.

Qing Jiuying covered her mouth to prevent her from crying out in pain, and her tears fell down his fingers, one trip after another.

Wan Ling knew that this spell was powerful, but what really made her miserable and unbearable was the person who recited the spell, the person she had loved for ten thousand years, the person she loved with the lives of her own people and her own bright future, and finally took her life so cruelly.

There is nothing more painful in the world than this.

This is probably the so-called karmic retribution.

She didn't have blood on her hands, but she did too much evil, just because of her own selfishness

Wan Ling gradually began to breathe hard, but she couldn't cry out in pain, her hands unconsciously pinched into her own flesh, and her teeth bit his hand, biting her mouth full of blood, and her heart and eyes were full of despair.

She didn't know how she was feeling right now, and she couldn't tell the difference between love and hate.

The pain of her body tearing had almost brought her into a coma, and she let out a whimper from the depths of her throat, and countless blood spurted out of her mouth, splashing Qing Jiuying's hands all over her face.

Qing Jiuying was so hot that she retracted her hand, and Wan Ling rolled down in a pool of blood on the ground, trembling all over.

Feeling that every organ, even the pores, was shrinking, and her soul was already floating around her body, she said with difficulty, "Ning Ninglang, I can save your life if you eat."

This time, Qing Jiuying heard it very clearly, she was not called Xiao Jiu, but Ning Lang.

Ning of the Ning family's scholars.

In fact, he already felt something, but he didn't dare to ask it, and he didn't dare to think about it, he would rather all the truth be as Ji told him.

In the end, he was so stingy that he didn't even feel guilty about giving alms.

Wan Ling struggled unwillingly and asked him, "Ning Lang Ning Lang, have you ever loved me for a certain moment?"

She was originally a very beautiful woman, but at this time she was lying in a pool of blood, and she was even more bewitching in her treachery, revealing countless charms.

But Qing Jiuying didn't have the courage to look at her, but sat down behind the big red curtain in a dejected manner, and his mouth was still cold and ruthless, "No, I have never loved you, not for a moment!"

"What you said to me, those promises"

"It's just that you don't believe a word!"

It was obviously the expected answer, but when she heard it come out of his mouth, her heart was still desperate.

Struggling in pain, tears, sweat and blood mixed together, blurring her white face, she shouted sadly towards Qing Jiuying, who was hiding farther and farther away: "Ning Lang, I am the white fox and I am your wife."