After hearing this, Nie Jing sneered, with a hint of coolness in her eyes.

But she stood there and didn't say a word.

Ye Zhimad, who was standing beside Nie Jing, turned his face and looked at her.

She has always been cold to people, but she has never seen Nie Jing who is as cold as frost.

Murong Fu frowned, his gaze met Nie Jing's.

"If you want to kill us, or have the idea of destroying our Murong family, you can come, as long as you have the ability."

"Murong Fu, at this time, is it to make this hatred even bigger by saying such things?"

Ye Zhimad glanced coldly and asked in an indifferent tone.

He shouldn't have talked to Nie Jing like that.

He said it like a murderer who rightly said that I was not guilty.

In this matter, the old lady of the Murong family really did not take into account other factors.

Blindly doing what you want to do, but forgetting about others.

This is something that only selfish people can do.

"Even if he doesn't do anything, this feud is also formed, and he doesn't care about such a sentence."

Nie Jing's two hands, hidden in the sleeves, were clenched tightly.

The corpses all over the ground, the bloody scene, shocked her to sit beside Nie Changfeng's corpse and couldn't speak for a long time.

As soon as you close your eyes, you will see the scene of Nie Changfeng being pierced by countless swords.

There is also the picture of the sword sealing the throat.

It's cruel!

"Jingjing, this matter is all because of me, if you hate, then it's good to hate me, if you can't let go, I can use my body to discourage you."

Ye Zhimad reached out and clenched Nie Jing's slightly trembling hand, and said softly.

Nie Jing quickly withdrew her hand from Ye Zhimad's hand as if she had encountered a plague.

Ye Zhi was stunned, looking at the hand hanging in the air, she asked, "Don't you even want me as a friend?" ”

Nie Jing suddenly turned her head, her ruddy eyes widened: "What kind of friends, do you really want me to come to your Ye family to eat, I want to see how you people eat the dishes on this table." ”

Put your hands under the table and lift them firmly.

A large table was overturned by Nie Jing.

In the hall, there was the sound of "crackling" bowls.

As soon as Ye Zhimad's waist tightened, he was pulled away by Bai Chenxiao.

When she turned around, she saw that Bai Chenxiao's eyes fell on Nie Jing, her eyebrows were furrowed, but she didn't look like she wanted to care about this matter.

He lowered his head, gently let go of her, and said, "Don't go near her, she's no longer your former friend." ”

After hearing Bai Chenxiao's words, Ye Zhifang's heart twitched fiercely.

What to call her "no longer your former friend".

She's still the same Nie Jing......

Ye Zhiyan's shoulders trembled, and he watched Nie Jing walk towards Murong Tiantian step by step.

The bleak back was full of resentment.

is like a resentful soul, locking his life to Murong Tiantian and Murong Fu.

Murong Fu stood in front of Murong Tiantian, his fingers clenched, ready to give Nie Jing a fatal blow at any time.

Ye Zhizhi knew that he would.

Nie Jing came to the Ye family, I'm afraid it wasn't to go back alive.

The blade peeked out from under Nie Jing's sleeve.

Ye Zhifang's eyes widened, and the moment she looked at the moment when Nie Jing raised her hand, she exclaimed, "No......"

She walked over quickly, pounced on Nie Jing's body with her body, and hugged Nie Jing's tightly.

The dagger stabbed her in the back......