Seeing some bloodstains scattered on the ground, Fenghuang hurried over to support Yang Tingjing and asked, "What's wrong with you, didn't you feel well just now?" Fenghuang asked while looking for where he was injured, and found that other parts of his body were injured. Nothing happened, it was just a cut on the arm, and the blood that just dripped on the ground flowed out from this wound.
"What's going on here? What happened?" Fenghuang looked at Yang Tingjing puzzled, why there was a wound on his hand in just a moment.
"Just after you left, Aoba talked to me and I ignored her. Later, she kept smiling at me, and then said a lot of words inexplicably. I couldn't hear what she was saying. She let me lean down .”
"I thought she might have some last wish to say, so I bent down. Unexpectedly, that green leaf hugged me suddenly, and I quickly pushed her away." Yang Tingjing stopped when she was talking, and secretly looked Looking at Fenghuang's face, she found that she didn't care about these things, her eyes were only on the wound on her hand. His brows and eyes were stained with worry. Then he continued, "I told her to let her rest well, so I turned around and wanted to come out to find you. When I turned around, Aoba grabbed a small knife out of nowhere and tried to sneak up on me from behind. I blocked it with my hand and slapped her, although I escaped the critical point, but I was accidentally scratched by her hand."
Yang Tingjing found it strange that Qingye was clearly dying of illness in bed, how could Fanfan suddenly develop so much strength. And why did she assassinate him because she didn't let her hug him? This reason is really disgusting.
"Why did Qingye hurt you? Your wound seems to be quite deep. Go back and bandage it first, so as not to make any mistakes." Fenghuang said and wanted to pull Yang Tingjing to get up. But it was stopped by Yang Tingjing.
"No, I'm fine, this little injury can't do anything to me. I'll sit here for a while, you go and see how Qingye is doing, and see what she wants to do." Yang Tingjing smiled and said in a very relaxed tone. Fenghuang said, in fact, the wound on his arm felt a burning sensation, which was slightly uncomfortable, unlike ordinary knife wounds, but he didn't want Fenghuang to worry about him, so he said that there was nothing wrong with him, besides, he believed that such a wound would be harmful to him. He can do no harm.
Looking at him, Fenghuang seemed to be fine, so he let him sit on the stone bench in the yard to rest, and went to Qingye's room to check.
When Fenghuang entered, Qingye was lying on the floor, spitting blood, and holding a small knife in his hand. Fenghuang walked over and kicked away the knife in her hand, knelt down and looked at her, and asked her after a while: "You are so sick that you want to see Yang Tingjing, do you admire him, or do you have something to do with him?" The grievances are not over." Hearing what Fenghuang said, Qingye turned her head and glared at Fenghuang angrily.
Ignoring Qingye's hateful gaze, Fenghuang stared directly into Qingye's eyes and continued, "If you really love him as I said, why would you hurt him? This is the so-called destruction if you don't get it?" Said End also chuckled. Then he said in a very indifferent tone, "Or
He has a deep hatred with you, so you are so desperate to assassinate him with this sick body? "After speaking, I wanted to see something in Qingye's eyes, but in Qingye's eyes, I couldn't see anything other than hatred.
"Don't look at me like this. I have no relatives or reasons with you. I have no grudges in the past or recent days. People like you who don't know think that I dug your ancestral grave or did something outrageous to you." What?" Qingye wanted to say something when she heard what Fenghuang said next to her, but she was seriously ill, and she was slapped by Yang Tingjing just now, her internal organs were all damaged, and she wanted to speak but could only speak. Spit out blood, speechless.
Seeing what she was going to say but couldn't speak, Fenghuang helped her up and leaned against the bedside to calm her down. "What do you want to say? Say it quickly." However, Aoba just continued to stare at her angrily, without saying a word.
Fenghuang felt that she would not ask anything, so he went out to find Yang Tingjing.
"Qingye refuses to say anything, judging by her appearance, I'm afraid she doesn't have much time." Fenghuang walked to Yang Tingjing and bent down to check his wound. Seeing his wound, his complexion changed slightly, because Fenghuang found that Yang Tingjing's wound had turned black and purple, and the blood oozing out of it was also black. " Yang Tingjing
Are you sure you're okay? The wound looks serious. Let's go to Li Xiangren to have a look. "Fenghuang asked him anxiously. It was a lie to say that he was not worried, and the blood that flowed from the deep wound was abnormally black.
"It's okay, you still can't trust your man, this little injury is nothing. Besides, if something happens to me, who will take care of you in the future, so don't worry, I won't let anything happen to me." Fenghuang heard his words Words, actually a little blushing heartbeat. But it was back to normal in an instant. She is not the kind of person who loves children.
"If you're still in the mood to joke, it means you're really fine." Fenghuang said flatly,
Immediately when she stood up, she saw something flashing by in Qingye's room, so she hurried in to check, but there was nothing in the room, and Qingye was still leaning against the bed, seeing Phoenix come in and pull out A very weird smile, and then stared at Fenghuang with that kind of hateful eyes.
"Why, what does this expression of wanting to eat me mean?" Fenghuang was surprised, what kind of trouble did Qingye make, he seemed to have never had any problems with her.
"I find you very strange. You were fine before, but suddenly you became sick like this. What happened during the period. Don't you want to say that it has something to do with me? That's why you hate me so much now." Fenghuang was talking casually, because he was looking around to see if there was anything suspicious, so he didn't see the flicker of relaxation in Qingye's eyes when she said this. After a while, Qingye seemed to have made some huge determination, she tugged at the hem of Fenghuang's clothes, and pointed to the knife with her finger, only to see that her eyes were wide open. As if seeing something horrific, he faltered and faltered what to say but couldn't say anything, kept spitting blood from his mouth, and then simply closed his eyes and died.
"Hey, don't..." Seeing her dying beside him, Fenghuang sighed slightly. A good girl somehow became like this.
Fenghuang laid Qingye's body on the bed. Then he picked up the knife and checked it, it seemed that it was just an ordinary dagger. Nothing wrong with it. It's just that the knife was stained with Yang Tingjing's blood, and the blood on the knife was faintly black.