There was silence all around, and all eyes were on the flickering sword. Xiaofeng is also looking at the sword, he understands that this is a compromise.
It's a compromise between Mozun and Mrs. Bone.
No matter what happened to Dingyun, he was already dead after all.
Mozun and Mrs. Bone are absolutely unwilling to ridicule Xiaofeng to pay for his life.
But about Qing Kui, he had to explain to the entire demon clan. Killing her personally is of course the most perfect explanation. Mrs. Bone raised Yanfang and managed the demons since she was a child. She has always had a comprehensive plan.
Xiaofeng slowly stretched out his hand, holding the sword on the ground.
The hilt studded with precious stones was shockingly cold. He raised his sword and stood up, slowly coming to Qing Kui. Half of Qing Kui's body was blood red, her eyes were lowered, and she could only see Xiao Feng's black and gold embroidered combat boots.
She slowly raised her eyelids, the man in front of her still had his battle armor on, and his eyes were cold. Not long ago, he was holding hard-won ginseng fruit and offering it to her like a treasure. But now, he was still in front of her, just holding a sword in his hand.
Qing Kui raised the corners of her mouth and gave a wry smile.
Next to it, Queen Ying said angrily: "Li Guang Qing Kui, as long as you call out the murderer who killed Ding Yun in public, I can protect you from death!"
She had already understood that both Mrs. Bone and Mozun Yanfang wanted to keep the mocking wind. After all, the Demon Lord has only two sons left now, and Udai is impulsive, so he is definitely not a good candidate to succeed the Demon Lord.
To kill Xiaofeng, the only possibility is to prove in public that he is indeed the murderer of Dingyun. As long as Qingkui is willing to identify him in full view, even Mozun and Mrs. Bone will have nothing to say.
Xiaofeng slowly raised his hand, and pressed the tip of the sword against Qingkui's throat. Madam Bone urged: "Feng'er, what are you waiting for!"
Qing Kui wiped the blood off her face with her sleeve, straightened her dress, then raised her head and smiled at him.
I have never been so moved in my life.
Nature was never hurt.
But Xiaofeng, look. At this point, I still hope you can remember my face. Just like you standing in front of me, I still look reluctant to part with you.
The water in her eyes flickered, like the moonlight piercing the sky: "I didn't know about Dingyun's death." She still bit to death the original rhetoric, the last hope of the demon queen.
Xiao Feng said softly, "I'm sorry."
After the words fell, he sent the sword forward in his hand. Qing Kui closed her eyes, but did not seal her throat with a sword as she had imagined. With the gust of wind blowing in front of her face, she was pulled into a firm embrace.
In the hall, someone shouted angrily: "Jiaofeng!"
Qingkui opened her eyes, only to see Xiaofeng slashing with a scythe in his hand, and the demonic energy swept across Chenhun Dao.
The half-bright and half-dark light and shadow intertwined, Qing Kui almost cried: "Xiao Feng, don't do this, you can't get out!"
Xiaofeng's eyes were red, but the corners of his lips were smiling, he said: "You don't believe me."
The voice was aggrieved like a child weighing two or three hundred pounds.
I don't know who is attacking from the side, the long halberd crossed Qingkui's temples, but was cut off by greed. Qingkui leaned into Xiaofeng's arms, listened to his heartbeat, calmed down the horror and wandering in the world.
Someone's blood splashed on her cheeks, from warm to cold. Qing Kui watched as the man hugged her, fighting a bloody path amidst the arrows and swords flying all over the sky. The morning and evening light fell on him, half bright and half dark.
I'm so stupid, Xiaofeng, why would I think you're going to kill me. I should believe in it, even if I die and my soul is broken.