Holding the sword, Yun Luoxue looked at Qian Mo Qingcheng with a blank face: "You, damn it!"
Since Yun Luoxue appeared this time, she has always spoken in three words at most.
Little Bao jumped up and leaped on Yun Luoxue’s shoulder. He flicked his little tail and raised his small ears. He stared at Yun Luoxue incredulously, yelling: "Luo Luo, I am Xiao Bao, the person opposite you is Boss Qing, who is your favorite, how can you point your sword at him, how can you say something like this, wake up..."
Little Bao's twittering almost bit Yun Luoxue's ear.
Yun Luoxue stretched out her hand to grab Little Treasure unfavorably, and slammed to the ground fiercely, as if she had thrown her least favorite thing.
Little Treasure was unprepared, fell to the ground, covered with dust, not counting the dust, and with the force Yun Luoxue grasped, it hurt its body. Little Treasure looked at Yun Luoxue accusingly, "Dead Luoluo, how could you become like this? Little Treasure never likes you anymore!"
Yun Luoxue glanced at it contemptuously and snorted disdainfully.
What is such a little guy
Dare to yell at her
It's fatal if it didn't fall to death!
Raising her eyebrows and looking at the man in front of her coldly, Yun Luoxue's momentum to kill has not diminished in the slightest.
Qianmo Qingcheng stood with his hand in his hand, not moving, not flashing, not retreating and not evading, his pampering tone was like caring for the most precious baby in the world, "Luo Xue, hello... ruthless, so cold, I'm fast I don't know you anymore."
Yun Luoxue gave a cruel smile.
Ye Shuihan's sharp eyebrows shot out a touch of discomfort. He didn't like Qian Mo Qingcheng looking at Yun Luoxue so affectionately, "It's so uncomfortable..."
He exhaled weakly intentionally, and behind Ye Shuihan's handsome eyebrows was a triumphant smile.
Yun Luoxue trembled, "Hurt him, die!"
The iron-blooded sword pierced through the air, accompanied by the breeze, piercing the heart of the opposite person.
'Hiss-' The fine sound of sharp tools picking up ragged clothes rang in the silent air.
The blood, soaked in the white clothes, gurgled out.
The bright red is basically the same as the color on Yun Luoxue's body, both so dazzling and so sad.
The sharp sword pierced Qian Mo Qingcheng's heart, and the corners of his lips twitched, Qian Mo Qingcheng raised his pale and bloodless face, his eyes were still affectionate, his thin lips lightly opened, and he uttered three words weakly. : "For... What?"
Yun Luoxue was still expressionless, her eyes looked straight at Qianmo Qingcheng's slightly curved body, her hand was holding the hilt, but the tip of the sword pierced his heart.
This sword pierced not only his body, but also his soul.
Even breathing is painful.
Aroused a self-deprecating laugh, Qian Mo Qingcheng's eyes were dim, and finally, he also tasted what it was like to feel unhappy.
And the one who gave him this feeling was the one he loved the most.
It is the one he gave his life to love.
Regret it
Even at this moment, Yun Luoxue was going to kill him, he never felt regretful for falling in love with her, never regretted it!
"Luo Xue...your heart...does it hurt?"
He raised his hand and held the sharp sword in front of him.
The blade pierced the skin and split his hand, blood flowed unscrupulously.
Drop by drop fell on the ground, like an enchanting lotus flower.
Yun Luoxue looked straight at his gaze, and finally flashed slightly, Qian Mo Qingcheng saw it, smiled and curled her lips.
The hand holding the blade suddenly used force and pierced into his body again for a few points.