Abandoned and Reborn: Diary of a Concubine's Revenge

"It's a small skill, but you're not afraid of being embarrassed?" The old woman grabbed the silk thread with one hand and couldn't help laughing. Even if a concubine was using it for self-defense, what kind of thing could it be? It was just such a silk thread.

Ye Qingmei's eyes turned cold, and suddenly, the silk thread the old woman was holding exploded. The old woman hurriedly let go of the silk thread, looking at the dots of blood in her hands, she couldn't help but

He glanced at Ye Qingmei.

"This little bit of poison can't do anything to me!" The old woman stood up straight, took out a porcelain bottle, and hurriedly took a pill that could detoxify hundreds of poisons.

Yang Yuqiong was already hiding behind the old woman in fear. Although she firmly believed that Ye Qingmei could not do anything to her, she did not dare to take such a risk. Her life was much more important.

Ye Qingmei gave Ye Qingqiao a calm look, and stood up slowly. At that moment, she seemed to be the center between heaven and earth, and the burning firewood not far away reflected her beautiful face.

The calm power contained in his face and eyes began to wake up bit by bit.

She didn't want to have another trace of blood on her hands, so she had been holding back until now, hiding it in order to hit it with one blow, especially Yang Yuqiong who knew the strategy well, otherwise she wouldn't have thought of it.

Come up with such a method.

Due to the collapse of the Guanyin Hall, the three of them disappeared together, and no one could suspect her.

She was just waiting for one day to appear in front of everyone with Ye Qingqiao, who was seriously injured, and she... just died in an accident.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingmei's face was filled with a breathtaking light. The light was like a phoenix born of blood. Every smile and every frown exuded extremely shocking power.

"This is not an ordinary poison, this is a must-have poison in the Ghost Pavilion. Madam Qian, as a member of the Ghost Pavilion, you should know under what circumstances this poison is used?"

Ye Qingmei's voice was very soft, very soft, and mixed with the sound of burning firewood and boiling meat in the cauldron, but Mrs. Qian could still hear Ye Qingmei's sound like ice cracking from the sound, soft.

It was light and shallow, but in an instant it turned into countless ice fragments and pierced into her heart.

"How is this possible?" Mrs. Qian was extremely shocked that Ye Qingmei knew her name. You know, even in the Ghost Pavilion where there are many capable people, there are only a few people who know her name. How could she, a boudoir woman, know her name?

Did you know? "Who are you?"

Everyone who enters the Ghost Pavilion has his or her own secret, and only the owner of the Ghost Pavilion knows that secret. Could it be said that she is the owner of the Ghost Pavilion?

Is this impossible? The owner of the Ghost Pavilion is obviously dressed in black, wearing a silver-white mask, and his methods are sinister and vicious. Judging from his body shape, it is impossible for him to be the one in front of him.

"Who I am, the person behind you knows best." Ye Qingmei walked slowly and walked in front of Mrs. Qian, "Please think carefully, do you want to live or die?!"

"Who are you?" Mrs. Qian's hand holding the silver thread was unconscious. No matter how surprised she was, she could not show a trace of stage fright in front of Ye Qingmei. She was a ghost after all.

The person in the pavilion is much older than Ye Qingmei. How could he lose his temper just because of a few words from a yellow-haired girl? "Is it because you are so pretentious?"