Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

"Tell me, did you send someone to assassinate Jiu'er?" Sima Chun pinched Lin Yuemei's jade-white neck tightly, his face was full of sinisterness, and the cold chill that shot through his body made people shudder.

Lin Yuemei's pretty face gradually turned pale, her breathing became rapid, and she shook her head desperately in denial.

Staring at Lin Yuemei for a long time, but seeing that there was fear and innocence in her misty eyes, without any guilt, Sima Chun frowned, took back his hand and said coldly: "Jiu'er is kind-hearted and has lived in the palace for a long time.

I really can’t think of anyone else who would be unfavorable to Jiu’er, except you! Aren’t you the one who is angry with Jiu’er because of your brother’s affairs?”

Hearing Sima Chun defend that bitch so much, jealousy suddenly filled Lin Yuemei's heart. But seeing the cold and stern look in Sima Chun's eyes, she knew that if she couldn't eliminate his suspicion, not only would she lose the only love he had for her.

Grace, he will definitely kill her again.

"Brother is injured, I, I am indeed annoyed, I hate her, but I understand better, the overall situation is more important. For the sake of my cousin's grand ambition and dominance, I, I will not, will not do anything wrong. Cousin, please minister,

Believe me."

"Really?" Sima Chun obviously didn't believe what Lin Yuemei said, but he still let her go: "You'd better ensure that this matter really has nothing to do with you, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!"

With heavy breathing, Lin Yuemei concealed her inner panic and fear: "Cousin, believe me, I really haven't done this."

Looking at the charming Lin Yuemei, Sima Chun's dark eyes flashed with a faint cold light, and there was no expression on Qingyi's face, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

As soon as Qingyun opened her eyes, she found that she was lying on Situ Jingyu's body. Situ Jingyu had his eyes tightly closed, his handsome face was pale, but his arms were tightly around her waist.

Shortly after the two jumped off the cliff, Situ Jingyu held her in his arms regardless of her struggles, and placed him under her when they landed. It was obvious that he protected her with his severely injured flesh and blood.

It took a lot of effort to break open Situ Jingyu's intertwined hands. Qingyun stood up and looked at the surrounding environment, waiting for an opportunity to calm down the complicated emotions in her heart.

They were on a soft sandy land, surrounded by sharp stone walls. The thick mist shrouded the cliffs, making it impossible to see the scorching sun in the sky. A small stream was flowing quietly not far to the left, and there was an impressive figure on the right.

It is a simple bamboo house. Several big trees outside the house are covered with golden and unknown fruits. On a small patch of ground under the trees, enchanting Manzhu Shahua blooms.

He helped Situ Jingyu walk into the bed in the bamboo house and lay down. Feeling that his breathing was getting weaker and weaker, Qingyun didn't have time to think about it and resolutely helped him up. She then sat behind him and slowly input her internal energy bit by bit.

inside his body.

Mo Xuan said that if she had her own internal power, coupled with the help of medicine and another person's internal power, she could relieve the severe pain caused by the cold poison attack, so her father gave her his lifelong internal power.

However, she cannot use her internal energy without permission, otherwise it will cause her to suffer from cold poison and make her pain worse.

But now that Situ Jingyu was in danger, she couldn't care so much.

It wasn't until she felt that Situ Jingyu's breathing gradually became evener that Qingyun regained her inner strength, helped him lie down again, and gave him the pills prepared by Mo Xuan. Seeing that his face was much rosier, he turned around and left the bamboo house, but felt that his legs

She was weak, and there was a sudden surge of fishy sweetness in her throat, and she spat out a mouthful of blood. The bone-gnawing pain made her fall to the ground.

She knew that this was the onset of cold poison.

Qingyun hugged her arms tightly and endured it. Unfortunately, it felt like someone was cutting off the flesh inch by inch with a hard ice blade all over her body. The pain was really worse than death.

Before losing consciousness, Qingyun looked at a pair of black boots that suddenly appeared in front of her eyes and murmured: "Fire, fire dragon grass..."