But it's also related to me, isn't it? Well, I should be satisfied! "
Qianmo Qingcheng clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white, making a gurgling noise.
He had a sullen face, like Shura who came out on the battlefield ten thousand years ago.
With a big wave of his hand, he tightly pinched Dong Ziyan's throat, and his iron-furious tone was icy cold with stubbornness: "Dong Ziyan, did you take Luo Xue to the river of death?"
What did I say, don’t you know
Dong Ziyan, it seems that you still don't know my personality. It seems that you need to reincarnate as a human being.
I have never allowed others to move my people, and now you dare to use Luo Xue to use the transformation space under my nose to push her into the whirlpool.
Let me tell you, if something happens to her, I will let the entire Ziyan Palace be buried with her!
As for you, I will let your soul fly away and never be overborn! "
Dong Ziyan trembled, trying to avoid the influence of Qianmo Qingcheng's aura, but still a little uncontrollable.
Her lips were white, wriggling, trying to speak, but because Qianmo Qingcheng restrained her throat, she couldn't make a sound.
The eyes were almost open to the extreme, and Dong Ziyan's face was blue-purple.
"Pour..."
Thousand Mo Qingcheng's sleeve robe flicked, and his five jade-like fingers suddenly clasped Dong Ziyan's neck, his thin lips lifted slightly, and he uttered a string of words: "Say, how do you open the river of death?"
Dong Ziyan twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to laugh, but couldn't laugh out loud.
Qianmo Qingcheng regained the intensity of his hands, his icy voice was like a cold wind blowing on the ice sheet, "Say!"
A word, like a sudden poisonous silver needle piercing Dong Ziyan's heart.
Dong Ziyan's bright eyes blinked, her slightly curled eyelashes trembling, she looked at him, looked at him so affectionately, and then slowly said a word, word by word, "Qianmo Qingcheng, You killed me, you can't open the area of the River of Death even if you kill me.
I want you to remember me forever, remember that I killed your beloved, so that you will never forget me. "
"East, purple, smoke,"
Qian Mo Qingcheng popped three words from his teeth, wishing to choke Dong Ziyan to death.
The smile at the corner of Dongzi's cigarette mouth became deeper and more colorful, "Qianmo Qingcheng, you will never get rid of me, forever!"
As long as he remembers Yun Luoxue, he will think of her, although it is hate, it will appear in his mind after all.
Hate or not, she doesn't care!
She only needs Qian Mo Qingcheng to remember her.
This is her Dongziyan, she can't get it, and others would never have it!
Suddenly, Qian Mo Qingcheng remembered something, his domineering eyebrows were dyed with a thick murderous intent, and he smiled a little inexplicably, coldly, like a devil from hell.
Dong Ziyan was shocked for a while, she had never seen Qianmo Qingcheng so bloodthirsty, so determined...
"Dong Ziyan, I will let you fly away, I will rescue Luo Xue, want me to think of you, huh! Delusion!"
The strength of her hand suddenly tightened, and Dong Ziyan was breathing less and less air. She only felt that her chest was swelling hard, and her suffocation became more and more serious!
Maybe it was still a little bit, Qian Mo Qingcheng was about to strangle her to death.
She wanted to die in the hands of Qian Mo Qingcheng, so, at least in the hands of her lover.
But Qian Mo Qingcheng suddenly stopped and looked at her disdainfully: "I'm afraid that my hands will be dirty, and you don't even have the qualifications to die on my hands."
He wouldn't kill her by himself, it seemed too simple, he would use other things to make Dong Ziyan the gods to be destroyed...