Tears fluttered in Qingmeng’s eyes. She looked at Chengfeng, who was still unconscious, and said, “Even if I get rid of the poison of the miasma for you today, the injury of the Demon Slashing Sword in you will also kill you, knowing that You’re not saved, I still can’t help but come to see you, what am I doing?” She seemed to feel hateful for her stupid behavior, but even if she hated it, she couldn’t help doing it, she didn’t want to. Seeing myself like this again, he turned his back and left the house, leaving Chengfeng.
When she walked out of the house and towards the depths of the night, she saw Qi Xue rushing over with a bucket of water behind her in the distance. Because she ran too fast, the water in the bucket spilled out and soaked her clothes. NS.
07 Unforgivable
However, when she saw a woman in Tsing Yi walking out of the house, she couldn't help but be surprised and hurriedly said, "Who are you? How did you come here?"
Qing Meng turned his head to look at Qi Xue behind him, did not answer, just continued to walk forward.
Although she could not see clearly, Qi Xue had already guessed it, and she was astonished: "Are you... Qingmeng?"
Qing Meng stopped and said softly, "I didn't expect you to stay by his side as always after hundreds of years."
"Sure enough... it's you!" Qi Xue's hatred suddenly surged, and she shouted angrily: "What are you doing here? What have you done to Chengfeng?"
"What did you do? You don't know if you go in." Qing Meng didn't mean to entangle Qi Xue, so he continued to walk forward, but Qi Xue didn't mean to let her go.
She put down the bucket and began to summon spiritual power. Snow wind began to linger in her hands. She said bitterly: "Just want to go? Chengfeng hates him and can't ask you to pay it back, so I will pay it back for him."
Qi Xue leaped over with a stride, and then struck Qing Meng's back. Qing Meng frowned, her long sleeves flicked, and the powerful spiritual power struck Qi Xue head on. Qi Xue was overturned by that force. She rolled twice before she settled down, although Qing Meng did not make a ruthless move. , But it also threw her into pain all over her body.
"I'm not interested in entangled with you, so you'd better not irritate me, you can't hurt me half with your strength." Qingmeng's words are cold, but there is a sacred and inviolable arrogance.
Qi Xue stood up, and said firmly: "Maybe I have no power to kill you, but, for a woman like you, I also look down on Qi Xue. You have sealed Chengfeng once hundreds of years ago. Could it be that this time you Can't you just let him go? No matter what, you have been in love with each other before. Are you so anxious to send him to hell?"
As if mentioning Qingmeng's sad past, she laughed sadly, "In love? If I can choose, I would rather choose never. He is a fallen demon, and I am a goddess who obeys the destiny. How do we love each other?"
This sentence completely angered Qi Xue, "Don’t call Chengfeng a monster, you don’t deserve to mention the wind, and you don’t deserve to have his heart at all. You are a woman, the wind won’t care anymore, so , Don’t show up in front of him again."
Qing Meng stared at Qi Xue in a daze, and did not speak for a long time. Her cold eyes suddenly felt a little sad. The wind lifted her long hair and reflected her beauty in the night sky. People moved.