Qin Zixin's cold eyes pointed directly at Yuan Yixiao's heart, and the smile that looked at the world was mixed with an obvious ruthless color.

"Pavilion Master Qin, you also have the antidote, you will ...... it"

Yuan Yixiao's plea for mercy stopped halfway through, and he looked at Qin Zixin's sword piercing his left shoulder in disbelief. His lips also turned blue and purple because of the extreme pain, but Qin Zixin didn't seem to see it.

Xue Lingjing and Zhuge Yan glanced at each other, and then looked at Qin Zixin with complicated eyes. She has never been a ruthless person, and Xue Lingjing still remembers that she told herself not to use "fish oil bombs" when fighting.

In Zhuge Yan's memory, Qin Zixin is the kind of person who can't recover for a long time when he sees murder. However, at this moment, she is like a life-snatcher from hell, although she has not yet taken Yuan Yixiao's life.

"What, you want my lord to let you go in large numbers?"

Qin Zixin chuckled, Yuan Yixiao endured the severe pain and leaned against the damaged pillar, but the sun hit his body without any warmth.

The deep cold in Qin Zixin's eyes had already swallowed him, and suddenly Qin Zixin moved the three-foot white snow in his hand, and Yuan Yixiao's left arm fell to the ground like that.

Yuan Yi laughed and screamed and fainted, his bleeding severed arm in the sunlight that came in through the window.

The adverse qi in Qin Zixin's eyes did not decrease, she lifted the three-foot white snow full of blood and stabbed towards Yuan Yixiao's heart,

"Purple Heart!" Two sudden voices came, one cold and clear, the other warm as jade.

"Enough is enough, everybody is saved."

Zhuge Yan's voice came again, and Qin Zixin's fierce eyes gradually became clear.

A bloody red color came into view, Qin Zixin stared at Yuan Yixiao, who didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and the cold sword stained with blood in his hand, and his chaotic mind slowly became clear.

She did all this? Three feet of snow slipped to the ground, and Qin Zixin stood in front of Yuan Yixiao, who had his eyes closed, and killed himself?

How could he lose his mind, Qin Zixin looked around the hall full of messes. Almost all of them looked at her with the eyes of a monster.

She clearly remembers that what she fears most is the end of her life, whether it is someone else's or her own. She always thought that she could solve all the problems properly without having to hurt people's lives.

Even when she was desperately trying to avoid Yuan Yixiao's attack, she still thought so. Just when the glass comb changed, Qin Zixin was still glad that his wound was not painful.

But after that, it was as if his body was not his own, not only could he not control it, but even his mind began to slowly blur. It wasn't until Zhuge Yan and Xue Lingjing's voices came that Qin Zixin realized what he had done.

"He's not supposed to be dead."

Zhuge Yan's cold face calmed down, wasn't Qin Zixin's mind controlled by the glass comb just now?

Hearing Zhuge Yan's words, Qin Zi's heart hung on his side and moved. Finally, she clenched her left hand and stretched out her right hand tremblingly to probe in front of Yuan Yixiao's rosacea.

And the breath! The depression between Qin Zixin's eyebrows finally disappeared, but how could she stop the bleeding for him? He has broken a hand, and if he just lets it go, he will definitely die.

Qin Zixin's heart that she had just put down became entangled again, and she was a doctor who had no needles and no medicine.