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"yes, you said that."

The woman's voice interrupted the man's words in a cold voice, and her voice rose with an incomparably bleak smile.

"It's just a joke for a while, I'm too stupid, I just take it seriously."

"Azen ······"

The man frowned, quickly came to the woman's side, stretched out his arms, as if he wanted to hug the purple figure, but he was pushed away fiercely, and the sharp spiritual power flashed, cutting through his dark robe.

"Don't talk nonsense, if you want to do it, hurry up."

The woman threw down the scroll in her hand suddenly, her face was pale, shrouded in a layer of severe frost, she calmly straightened her wide sleeves, and her pale fingers were wrapped with pure spiritual power, sharp and cold, and merciless.

"Azen ······"

"I don't have to explain."

The woman interrupted in a cold voice, raised her head suddenly, her thin eyebrows furrowed tightly, and her voice was disdainful, "It's disgusting to hear." ”

There seemed to be a gust of wind blowing, blowing the chill to the bottom of Mo Qingchen's heart, and it was extremely gloomy.

Mo Qingchen's figure shook, and it took great effort to hold on to the table on the side to stabilize his figure.

The man seemed to say something, but Mo Qingchen couldn't really hear it, it seemed that something isolated him from this space, and isolated all the sounds.

Mo Qingchen moved slowly, trying to get closer to the two of them, trying to see their faces clearly, however, at this moment, he froze in place, and deep grief appeared in his eyes.

I saw the man squatting down slowly, stretching out his slender and beautiful hand, the cold light flashed, the sound of the blade entering the flesh came, and the sharp dagger in his hand pierced deeply into the woman's heart.

The crimson blood fell bit by bit, smashing the shape of a bewitching flower on the ground, with a bit of desolation.

"Okay."

"Good."

Blood snaked down the corners of her mouth, the woman raised her lips suddenly, her thin lips hooked a strange arc, and her slender pale hand stretched out, holding the sharp dagger firmly and seriously.

Blood slid down the dagger, staining the snow-white mat, the purple hem of the garment, and the man's large knuckled hands.

The eyes were all blood-colored demons, Mo Qingchen's heart throbbed violently, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound, so he could only watch this blood-colored picture.

The woman held the dagger, her thin and thin body moved forward a few points, and the dagger sank into her body entirely, leaving only a lonely hilt, reflecting a cold light.

"Azen ······"

The man's voice trembled, and he wanted to say something, but his mouth was covered by blood-stained hands.

"No problem."

The woman took a deep breath and said lightly: "Remember, today's knife was stabbed by your own hands." ”

"From now on, I will have no illusions."

"We're going to be done."

After saying that, the woman chuckled softly, and the laughter was wanton, only to see her pale hand move, and suddenly pull out the dagger.

Blood splattered, slashing through a poignant arc in the air, and falling resolutely.

"Ah Ran!"

The man's panicked voice came, and the moment Mo Qingchen heard it, he felt a pain in his heart, gritted his teeth and forcibly used his spiritual power, broke through the shackles on his body, and walked quickly to the woman.

The green silk is half pulled, and the steps are swaying.

Thin eyebrows and watery eyes, tear moles lightly.

The familiar and delicate face came into view, and Mo Qingchen couldn't help but reach out and cover his heart, which was constantly throbbing, his face full of disbelief.

The familiar clear eyes, but at the moment they are empty and dead and terrible, full of despair and relief, there are still undried tears on the face, and the tear moles that are high up are extremely tragic at this moment.

"Azen ······"

Mo Qingchen trembled his hands and spoke softly, with some caution.

The woman looked at the blood stains on her hands, and wiped it on the hem of her clothes casually as if she didn't care, slowly raised her head, and suddenly bloomed with a bright smile, which was extremely moving.

The shallow smile, on top of the miserable white face, was particularly dazzling, and Mo Qingchen's heart ached.

There seemed to be some traction, Mo Qingchen only felt a feeling of dizziness coming, his vision suddenly became blurred, and he couldn't really see the scene in front of him.

After a while, his vision returned to clarity, and Mo Qingchen found that he had arrived in a back garden.

Several ancient trees stand quietly, delicate petals falling one after another, lingering with a faint dark fragrance, accompanied by the breeze, dancing for a long time.

Under the tree, there stood a figure, a dark brocade robe, and a jade crown with a bundle of hair.

He stood tall and jade, with his back to Mo Qingchen, standing under the ancient tree, standing with his hands in his hands, and his slender hands were still stained with dark red blood.

Mo Qingchen suddenly felt a sullen feeling in his heart, only to feel a surge of anger rising up and quickly overwhelming him.

Without the slightest hesitation, the spiritual power worked and condensed, and a long sword appeared in Mo Qingchen's hand, the blade was cold and cold, refracting a sharp light.

The sword light was fierce, and Mo Qingchen attacked closely, heading towards the man.

The sound of weapons colliding came, the sound of swords continued, and Mo Qingchen's face was slightly tingled by the sharp wind, and his half-bundled ink was raised, and his face was full of heavy killing intent.

The man in the dark robe had already turned around, the long sword in his hand was dull, swirling with dark spiritual power, and the sword was cold.

However, even so, the man's face was still shrouded in mist, making Mo Qingchen unable to see it clearly, and the only thing he could see clearly was the long sword in the man's hand.

It's exactly like his!

Two identical swords, fighting each other, neither of them will budge.

Holding each other for a moment, Mo Qingchen frowned, condensed his palm's spiritual power, and waved it at the man.

The sword flashed, and the man's figure flickered, just an instant, and he arrived behind Mo Qingchen.

Mo Qingchen picked up the long sword in his hand and stabbed at the man diagonally, and at the same time, the spiritual power in his palm was strong, and he roared towards the man behind him.

A loud sound came, and Mo Qingchen's figure retreated violently, and after taking a few steps back, he stabilized his body.

The long sword in the man's hand was inserted into the ground under his feet, his black hair hung down, and he slowly raised his head, as if he was looking at Mo Qingchen carefully, and said, "It's you?" ”

Mo Qingchen was slightly shocked in his heart, but he didn't care so much, he raised his hand, pointed his long sword at the man, and said in a cold voice, "You actually ······ Hurt her. ”

That's Ah Ran······

It's the Ah Ran on the tip of his heart.

It's Ah Ran who he is willing to give everything and protect.

He was so cruel to her.

Thinking of the desperate smile, undried tears, and red bloodstains of the talented woman, Mo Qingchen only felt that his heart was torn and painful.

The man sneered a few times, stood up straight, his slender and beautiful hand brushed the blade of Qingming's sword, and his tone was full of mockery.

"How much better do you think you are than me?"

"Mo Qingchen, this is fate."

The man slowly straightened out the slightly messy placket and spoke slowly, with a slow mockery and coolness.

"You are destined to be the one who hurt her the most."

"It can't be."

Mo Qingchen groaned with the long sword in his hand, wrapped in a sharp murderous aura, and attacked the man.

"I'm Mo Qingchen, until I die, I won't hurt Ah Ran."

How could he hurt his Aran?

No, it won't.

"Really?"

The man chuckled, his slightly raised voice contained a thick disdain and questioning, and the long sword was sharp, cutting Mo Qingchen's attacks into the crotch.

"Then we'll see."

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