Vol 2 Chapter 3943: Reborn witch: the path of the Queen of the Phoenix Kings (6)

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It seems that Yan Ying did not want to let her die naturally, but wanted to send her a hand.
"Come to -"
The original heart panicked, immediately took out a pen and paper to write a line of words, her hand was a little trembling, the line is not so good-looking.
- Let me see him. If he wants me to die, I will die.
Yan Ying smashed her eyebrows and looked at the original owner. After all, she moved her heart.
When she was as big as her, she also obsessed with the word 'love'.
But then think about it, how ridiculous it is. The man who made him fall, she had already killed.
If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have to be timid in the Song Dynasty in those years, and she was afraid that her own affairs would be revealed. She was deeply afraid of the throne that Song Qinghan could not easily get, and eventually fell short.
The so-called 'love' is just a joke compared to 'power'.
After half an hour, Song Qinghan and Ning Shuixin loved each other before they came to the cold palace.
At that time, the original Lord had been lying on the ground for more than half an hour.
He gave her a moment to look at her, only to look at Yan Yingdao: "She is a dumb, whether she cares about her mother."
"She just can't talk, she can't write, she can write, and tell our secrets." Yan Ying frowned and said: "Wang, we have to work hard to get the Song Dynasty, can not be destroyed by this woman." Once in this world, only the mouth of the dead is the strictest."
Song Qinghan was silent for a long time, and gently rubbed his eyes and said: "There is abandoning her hands over there, and I will expel the palace tomorrow."
Yan Ying stunned, and nodded for a long time: "Alright."
In fact, she never understood why it was tomorrow, but it was only a day away, but it did not matter.
After a long while, the minions took the ten-finger splint in the palace and used the punishment for the original.
Ten fingers connected, and the original body is weak, and the plywood clips down for a moment, she vomited a bite of blood.
The whole face was pale in an instant, and the eye sockets were deep and fainted.
"Do you need to wake up?" asked the slave.
"No need." Song Qing Han Dao.
Although the entire process of execution was in a state of fainting, even if the fainting still hurts, it is impossible to breathe, as if all the strength of the whole body has been drained, as if the next second will step into the door of hell.
I don't know how long it took, she only felt that she was not able to make a little effort, and even the feeling of pain was almost gone.
If the air is a hairspring, it is hers.
That night, Song Qinghan drank a lot of wine and staggered to the cold palace.
The original owner heard the sound a little, and Song Qinghan directly dumped her.
She was shocked and tried to resist, but found that her strength was only enough to widen her eyes, and her bones were squeaky.

Why are you surprised, why do you want to resist?

She licked her lips and said nothing, just a big breath.
Now she seems to breathe for a long time as long as she moves a little.
Song Qinghan looked at her horrified eyebrows and tried her best to hold her back and kiss her lips.
In the next second, she vomited out of blood and fainted.
After all, Song Qinghan did not continue. He looked at her whole body carefully, and there was no place in it.
Breathing is extremely weak, as if the next second will stop.
"Little deer."
"The slave is here."
"Xuantai doctor, I will send her out of the palace tomorrow."