I have to say, she's smart.

What she said at the moment was what Quan Qianjiu was thinking in his heart.

What she said in the Dragon Yin Palace just now, he almost forgot it, or forced himself to forget, or he had subconsciously blocked these absurd and untrue information - because he wanted revenge, but he couldn't vent his hatred on her.

He hoped that there would be no more unnecessary obstacles between them, except for those that had already passed irretrievably.

He hoped that she was not the person he had been obsessed with finding and killing in the past few years.

He knew that their relationship was in jeopardy, and that these days were finally warm and cold, and that there was no new hatred to be added.

So, he prefers to believe what he believes.

As long as Luo Yanbai is dead, it's fine.

Quan Jiufei's thin lips pursed into a straight line, and the inch by inch of the sword tightened, and his eyes were dark and dark, but he didn't even dare to let go—because she was still holding the tip of the sword at the moment, and if he let go, the force of the fall would be applied to her hand, and she would be hurt even more.

"Xiao Qi, I'll say it again, let it go."

The angry voice was close to gritting teeth.

He didn't want to hear her anymore.

But Xia Fanyin didn't give him this opportunity at all, and stared straight into his eyes, "Quan Qianjiu, I'm not Xia Fanyin, I'm just a wisp of dead soul that was attached to Emperor Jing's Seventh Princess after she hanged herself...... I didn't have a deep hatred with you, you killed Emperor Jing to avenge your country's hatred and hated me have nothing to say, I only hate you for playing with me in the process, and I never hesitate to design me to hurt me again and again, you have never thought from my point of view - if I was still the seventh princess in the past, you would be my father-killer. ”

She wasn't, but he didn't know it.

Without knowing anything, he did not hesitate to kill her "biological father", this is the choice.

Had he ever considered her feelings?

Xia Fanyin closed his eyes, he has been trying to forget these injuries these days, and when he was mentioned again at this moment, he still unconsciously felt a little sad, "No matter what you do with me, I don't want to settle the past with you, but I tell you clearly - what I said in the Dragon Yin Palace just now is true, this person is my junior disciple in my previous life, and the Zhuzhu grass is stolen by me and has nothing to do with him, and the martial arts path is the same because I was taught by the same master as him." ”

She still felt pain, and finally slowly let go of the sword in her hand, "If you want revenge, come at me." ”

After Emperor Jing's affairs, she knew that there was certainly a place for her in his heart, but nothing could match his hatred.

The revenge he wants to take will never change because of anyone or anything.

So now, she doesn't beg him to let go of the "murderer", she only begs him to let go of Xiaodouzi, an innocent person.

In the dim environment, everyone was silent, and even the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be heard.

Kwon felt that he had heard the most absurd remarks.

A wisp of soul?

She even said that she was a wisp of soul.

He wanted to convince himself that what this woman was saying now was made up, just to save the stinky boy of unknown origin in front of him. But in the face of her too calm and calm gaze, he had to suppress those absurd and uninhibited feelings, believing that she was telling the truth.

There seemed to be a storm surging under his chest, and his dark eyes were like deep pools and ancient wells, densely netting her entire face, "Xiao Qi, why are you forcing me?" ”