Ye Weilan stepped on her chest without hesitation, and Yao Ling screamed indifferently: "Say! What did you do to Qi Ye?"

Yao Ling's face was distorted in pain. A woman's breasts were fragile. Especially when she was carefully cared for since childhood, she screamed: "I don't have one, it's not me..."

Ye Weilan gently placed the person in her arms on the sand. She grabbed Yao Ling's collar and a horrifying anger rolled in her pure pupils. She picked up the fruit knife on the table and slashed Yao Ling's shoulder with one knife: "Say!"

Yao Ling faced her face head-on, and she faded away her warmth. Only the coldness was left on this beautiful face at this moment. There was endless darkness in those eyes. When you looked closely, a little strange dark red seeped out.

A huge fear arose in her heart, and even this fear made her forget the pain of being cut by a knife and said tremblingly: "I don't know... it's not me, it's really not me..."

Ye Weilan held a knife in her hand and slashed another knife on her face. Large pieces of red blood splashed out, and Yao Ling's screams were heartbreaking.

The people who rushed into the door were Qi Ye's confidants. They couldn't believe that Qi Ye had fallen until now, and they had never seen their beautiful and weak young lady show such a terrible side. Because they were too shocked, they even forgot to stop it.

Yao Ling was quickly cut several times, and her throat became hoarse. Everyone in the room looked at her coldly without sympathy. Her eyes were gloomy and almost shot her into a sieve.

Ye Weilan's mind was blank, and all she was thinking about was how to pry open the woman's mouth. She suddenly threw the knife and grabbed Yao Ling's neck hard: "Say, what's wrong with you? What did you do to Qi Ye? If you don't say it, I'll let someone strip you naked and throw it outside, say!"

Yao Ling's face turned purple and she couldn't say anything. Seeing that she was about to die, a plain white hand suddenly reached out to her and grabbed Ye Weilan's wrist: "Lan, calm down."

Ye Weilan's empty eyes fluctuated a little. She turned her head and saw Ye Yan's worried expression. She blinked in a daze.

Ye Yan held her shoulders and was very strong. She looked deep into her eyes, her tone was condensed: "Ye Emperor is fine, he just fainted. You have a way to let her tell the truth. Have you forgotten?"

The sudden pain made Ye Weilan feel slightly regain her consciousness. Her face was terrible pale. Because she was too worried, she even forgot that she could know the soul-catching technique...

She immediately pinched Yao Ling's chin, her eyes shining coldly: "What did you do to him?"

Yao Ling's expression was frozen and cold: "I have charm and fragrance on my body. Men will lose control if they smell it... The cavalryman will bring people here in a while and make things happen to the main hall. They want to drive the Night Emperor out of the Holy See..."

In just a few short sentences, Ye Weilan understood what the group of bastards were thinking. She stared at Yao Ling coldly: "Does Qi Ye suddenly fainted? Does it have anything to do with you?"

Yao Ling's mouth opened and closed: "I don't know..."

With four words, Ye Weilan's heart sank into the bottom of the valley. Yao Ling really didn't know why Qi Ye suddenly lost consciousness?

That's Qi Ye, a person who is so powerful that he can do everything, why did he fall down without any warning?

Ye Weilan stroked her forehead in pain, what did she missed?

The doctor invited almost ran in and immediately gave Qi Ye a test.
Chapter completed!