Qiao Jin understood Yan Xiaoyi, how could he fail to see the condensed storm under Yan Xiaoyi's smile.
He was at a loss.
How did he realize that since the incident with Xi Shanglan, he has become increasingly unable to understand what Yan Xiaoyi was thinking in his heart.
"I really know I was wrong, don't worry... I will never interfere with your feelings in the future, you can like whoever you want! I will definitely interfere!"
He spoke quickly, and while speaking, he sincerely raised three fingers, making an oath.
Like whoever you want
Stop interfering
These few words made the expression on Yan Xiaoyi's face gradually condense.
Her bright and beautiful eyes, without a trace of emotion, just stared at Qiao Jin.
What kind of mood did he have to say these words
Yan Xiaoyi was furious in her heart, and suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed Qiao Jin's collar, and sneered: "You can like whoever you want, right?"
Her smile was extremely cold.
Qiao Jin was flustered, and also confused, and nodded in a daze: "Yeah."
"Okay, let me tell you, I like..."
The word "you" has not had time to say it.
Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside Tianzi Yishe.
Immediately, a figure rushed into the courtyard eagerly: "Xiao Yi, are you alright!"
That person, after rushing into the courtyard, stopped when he saw the scene in the courtyard.
A wounded expression appeared on that gentle and jade-like face.
Immediately, he turned around and walked back quickly: "Yes, I'm sorry...for bothering you..."
Qiao Jin's eyes fell on the back.
The figure was slender, wearing a dark red gold-woven robe.
Looking at the robe, Qiao Jin's pupils constricted for a while, and he frantically pushed away the hand clutched on his collar: "Master Xi, you...you misunderstood."
He opened the distance between himself and Yan Xiaoyi, and hurried to catch up: "Master Xi, why are you here?"
Xi Shanglan was held back by Qiao Jin.
Looking at Xi Shanglan's face full of injuries, but suppressing the grief, Qiao Jin pursed his lips and explained dryly: "Xiaoyi often plays with me, and just wanted to beat me up, don't get me wrong."
Xi Shanglan was slightly taken aback.
Seeing the messiness of his collar, he thought of Caiyan Xiaoyi's menacing appearance just now.
The expression on his face finally eased a lot.
On the other side, Yan Xiaoyi, who was standing there with her head down and silent, stood there dumbfounded.
Her loose hair concealed her face.
It also covered the expression on her face.
Yan Xiaoyi stared blankly at her hand that was pushed away.
At the fingertips, the temperature of his body was still faintly lingering.
He was explaining to Xi Shanglan.
Make the relationship between them clear.
Just so afraid... others misunderstood her relationship with him.
Are you just so unwilling to get involved with her
Looking at his hands.
Yan Xiaoyi suddenly felt it.
Like an abandoned self.
He will never... never see her who loves him so much.
…
In the dark sanctuary, there seemed to be a bloody storm in the air.
The King of Darkness was dripping with blood, with large and small wounds all over his body, lying on the ground.
The bone sword, known as the Dark Artifact, fell beside the Dark Lord.
There was already a layer of darkness covering the sword glow, and the aura of mysterious Yin Qi was also gradually dissipating.
In front of the King of Darkness, the girl dressed in blood still stood proudly.
The dazzling red light on his body flickered strangely.
"Is the time limit almost up?" Ye Qing put his feather fan to his lips and smiled softly.
The King of Darkness was panting heavily, staring fiercely at Ye Qingluo with his dark and treacherous eyes.