But there was no answer to Wan Ling's cry.

The spell gradually knocked her back to her original form, and the first to run out was her tail, all nine tails were open, and it was more enchanting than the peacock that opened the screen.

Qing Jiuying stared at the swaggering tails with wide eyes, frightened by the strange sight in front of him, and almost forgot to breathe.

The tails grew and grew, trying to lean towards him, no matter how far he hid, it was useless for him to hide far, those tails still gently wrapped around his limbs, wrapped around his chest, and the tip of the tail stroked his face, caressing.

Gentle, but also dangerous.

Qing Jiuying knew that as long as this tail was pulled hard, he would immediately lose his breath, and the fear of death almost drove him crazy, he shivered and touched in the dark, and when he touched the dagger, he did not hesitate to slash those snow-white tails with a knife.

It was the swordsmanship that Wan Ling himself taught him.

Bright red blood spurted out, hot and hot, accompanied by the woman's sharp screams, which made him palpitate.

Glancing at the woman in the pool of blood, the bright and bright beauty of the past was now embarrassed like a female ghost crawling out of the sea of hell blood.

The pain of the broken tail made Wan Ling writhe and struggle frantically, Qing Jiuying was afraid that she would suddenly break free and escape, so she forcibly endured the fear in her heart and walked over, wrapping her around with a rope like a zongzi.

She looked at him with red and swollen eyes, her voice hoarse, and she called Ning Lang Ning Lang over and over again.

Those severed tails rolled towards him without giving up, dripping with blood and shocking.

Qing Jiuying was disgusted and frightened, as if those were the minions that had come to devour him, he fumbled for some nails, and forcibly nailed her nine tails to the ground one by one.

With each nail, the white fox screamed miserably, and she kept asking, "Why? I just want to hug you in the end, why do you do this to me? Ning Lang, why?"

Qing Jiuying didn't dare to look at her, just lowered her head and numbly knocked on the nail, "Wanling, this is what you taught me, if you want to live, you have to start first." ”

When such cold-blooded words popped out of his mouth, Wan Ling's expression had changed from crying to laughing. She laughed miserably and said, "So you think of me like this." ”

Laugh with three points of ridicule and seven points of sighing.

She didn't know that the matter had come to this, whether Qing Jiuying really didn't know her identity, or pretended not to know, she would rather he really didn't know.

"I'd rather be born at the wedding, I regret begging the painting heart to save him, the painting heart is the life of charity, after all, it belongs to the painting heart, and he will no longer be my Ning Lang"

The blood in her body gradually stopped shouting, and Wan Ling knew that she couldn't last long, so without waiting for Qing Jiuying's response, she saved up enough strength, and she continued, "Xiao Jiu, in fact, the stories I told you on the Star Picking Tower that night are all true, I am the white fox who only envy the mandarin ducks and not the immortals, and the painting heart is the goddess who saved you, and Ji is the sister who was framed by my design."

After a pause, she gasped heavily, holding on to the last trace of Qingming and repented, "I'm sorry for Ji, and I'm sorry for the painting heart, but I don't owe half a debt to you and you."

The doors and windows suddenly opened, a gust of wind blew in, blowing out the candles, Ji stepped on the moonlight and drifted in, the shadow was undecided, and the voice was heard first, "It is said that people are about to die, and their words are also good, I didn't expect to hear you admit your mistake before I died!