Chapter 261 Peak Turn

Yuwen Lingxi also knew how precious the time is now, so he did not speak politely. He jumped his feet and sat firmly on the horse that Chai Mengqing gave way. He ran in the rain again, and Yuwen Lingxiao and Chai Mengqing who followed him only looked at each other, but these days got along well. Such a look alone is enough.

Chai Mengqing nodded slightly to Yuwen Lingxiao on the horse, and Yuwen Lingxiao was accompanied by a gentle assurance, "Don't worry, it's all up to me!" Then Yuwen Lingxi rushed out.

Chai Mengqing in the rain curtain stared at the two people who were getting farther and farther away. Liu Mei was just locked together, and the anger that deliberately restrained in her eyes rushed out in an instant. The jade hand hanging beside her was clenched desperately, and then slowly loosened, sighed slightly, and looked at the rain that flew down with boredom, and surrounded it. After a week, he jumped under a neighboring tree.

At the same time, on the bloody battlefield outside the tomb, a masked woman in white said with the wind. Looking at the messy back mountain in front of her, there was a trace of sadness in her eyes, and then her eyes fell on several elders in front of the tomb. The momentum on her body suddenly cold, and her eyes looking at Zhou Qian were also full of mischief. .

"These people are all hurt by your hands!" The cold voice had no temperature, which made the listener feel as if there was a wind from the nine hells blowing on his back.

At this time, Zhou Qian was already in a cold sweat. Before he figured out whether the woman was an enemy or a friend, his intuition told him not to talk.

Zizhu, who was already on the verge of collapse, knelt on the bloody ground under him and begged hoarsely, "Please help me to save my young lady?"

The masked woman's eyes shifted to Zizhu, paused and asked, "Your young lady's surname is Yue?"

Hearing this, Zizhu replied in surprise, "Yes, yes, my lady's surname is Yue!"

After the problem of the masked woman was confirmed, she continued to say, "Who is in this tomb now!"

Zizhu has regarded the masked woman in front of him as the only life-saving straw. "There are my eldest lady, Miss Third Miss, the eldest young master, the Master Yinzong, the elder, Miss Lan, Miss Yaoyao, as well as the owner of the Yuwen family and the head of the Zhou family. They have been in for a long time... Please"

"Okay, I know!" Before Zizhu finished her words, she was interrupted by the masked woman, and the eyes of the masked woman became more and more complicated with Zizhu's words. With a gentle sigh, he moved the lotus step to the tomb.

Zhou Qian, who was guarding at the door of the tomb, looked at the masked woman who was slowly approaching. After looking at her, he couldn't help giving way. None of the other people in black dared to stop them.

In the tomb.

Yu Wen silently looked at Meng Lan, who was in meditation, with a sarcastic face. His eyes crossed the faces of Lian Yue and others one by one. Finally, he fell on Meng Yanran of Ziyu**, but he seemed to look at another person, and with his eyes, he became more eager.

"If you get out of the way now, I can guarantee that it will never hurt your life!"

"Are you doing this for the young lady?" Meng Lan's eyes gradually became focused, but her whole body was much more decadent, as if her vitality had been emptied, and her thin body swayed slightly, as if she would fall down as long as she touched it gently. If the young lady is alive, she probably doesn't want to see you do this.

Meng Lan's words also confirmed the speculation in Lian Yue's hearts. What Lian Yue is puzzled is that after listening to the meaning of Aunt Lan's words, they all think that her aunt is no longer alive. Lian Yue is very curious about what happened in the past to cause the current misunderstanding, but now It's not a time to be curious at all. At this time, Lianyue must remind her.

"Aunt Lan, my aunt is still alive, in Yaowang Mountain."

Lian Yue's words made Meng Lan's eyes suddenly round, and her body could not help but freely lean in the direction of Lian Yue. If it hadn't been for the inability to move, it would have been estimated that Meng Lan would have rushed to Lian Yue's side and asked what was going on. How could this be possible, back then..."

Then he seemed to think of something. His eyes turned to Yu Wenmo, who was expressionless, and said in disbelief, "In those years..." But then he immediately denied his guess, "This is impossible... absolutely impossible!"

Yuwen's silent expression has also changed. His facial expression became more and more distorted. He looked at Meng Lan full of sarcasm and said negatively, "Do you really think that the medical skills of Crying Blood Palace are really unparalleled in the world?" If I hadn't quietly changed Linger's medicine in those years, would your obscene plan have hurt Linger's skin!"

"It's you, it's really you!" Meng Lan finally recovered from the shock and asked urgently, "How is the young lady now?"

This sentence seemed to touch the reverse scale of Yu Wenmo. He almost roared, "You are not qualified to ask! Do you know that she is living well, and you will feel uncomfortable!"

The almost out-of-control situation at the scene attacked the nerves of Lian Yue's brain one after another, and the long-lost sting was worn on her scalp. If on another occasion, Lian Yue really wanted to hug her stinging head fiercely.

In the face of Yu Wenmo's questioning, Meng Lan calmly calmed down unexpectedly, and there was a trace of sympathy in her eyes. "What happened in those years was not what you imagined. What you heard and saw was the illusion deliberately created by the owner of the palace."

"The sophism!" Yu Wenmo's heart was like a beast about to go crazy, looking at the purple jade bed in front of him with red eyes. "I only believe what I see and hear. The people in the Weeping Blood Palace are still hypocritical as ever. Stop talking nonsense, give me the purple jade bed!"

"Let's listen to her continue!" The cold and ethereal voice came from the door. Yu Wenmo was stunned when he heard the sound and suddenly turned his body. When he saw the white figure, he could no longer care about other people. He rushed over and said eagerly, "Linger, how can you come out!"

This woman's businessman has just entered the masked woman in the tomb, that is, Meng Lingran in Yaowang Mountain, the eldest lady in the Weeping Blood Palace, and the aunt in Yue Lianyue's mouth.

Meng Lingran looked at the man who had loved him all his life, and his voice finally had a trace of warmth. "Don't worry, I'm fine!" After saying that, he removed the gauze scarf on his face, revealing a scene after scene with Ziyu** Meng Yanran.

This move made Menglan, who had just calmed down, calm down again. She looked at Meng Lingran with fixed eyes. There was a cold light in the corners of her eyes, and even there was a trace of crying in her voice, "It's a young lady, really a young lady!"

Meng Lingran ignored Meng Lan, and his eyes fell far away on Ziyu** Meng Yanran. He moved his footsteps and walked over, and his eyes gradually softened, "Yanran, I'm sorry, I'm late!"