Will think, will definitely think! ”

Xiao Mo, Chen Cheng, and Li Sixuan in the taxi replied affirmatively.

"Thank you...... I knew you would.

And now...... I'm leaving, please allow me to cry without a trace...... I'm going to miss you all.

Take me to the little follower...... I would love to be her sister......"

Wen Qiayun's voice became weaker and weaker, and Xiao Mo and the others on the other end of the phone also shouted anxiously:

"Don't say stupid things anymore, we'll be here soon, you must hold on, trust us ......!"

Wen Qiayun didn't have the strength to answer, and the mobile phone that was still on slipped, slipped from her fingers, and then fell down the steps below.

"I'm so sleepy......"

Wen Qiayun's consciousness began to dissipate little by little, but at this moment, a series of footsteps descending from the steps above suddenly sounded.

Because the footsteps were a little heavy and very close to her, the little consciousness that Wen Qiayun had left still felt her. And she knew who the owner of the footsteps was.

She thought she could die quietly, but in the end, she still couldn't escape the fate of being killed.

However, Wen Qiayun did not feel frightened, on the contrary, she was very calm, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face. Because she had already spoken to Xiao Mo on the phone, she had already heard their voices and had received a promise that they would not forget her.

So...... That's enough, and she's got enough.

A figure slowly lowered his body, and then moved a cold-glowing table knife towards Wen Qiayun's beautiful neck.

"Hiss......"

Then, the sound of skin being cut sounded, Wen Qiayun let out a muffled snort numbly, and a large amount of blood gushed out of her neck.

At the same time, at the bottom of the staircase, a figure suddenly appeared. The figure exuded an extremely strong aura of terror on its body, and the moment it appeared. He had already come to Wen Qiayun's side.

It's just that Wen Qiayun has ...... at this time Stopped breathing.

The clone of the red-robed ghost obviously didn't expect the speed of the arrival, so he instinctively chose to turn around and escape. But before he could take a few steps away, he felt a cold wind coming from behind, and he looked back in horror, only to see a pair of long, narrow and sharp claws.

"Poof!"

The clone of the red-robed ghost didn't even let out a scream, and was directly split in half from head to toe by the pair of sharp claws.

Suddenly blood splattered, and the breath that came to the nose made people can't help but retch.

The person who killed the clone of the red-robed ghost was undoubtedly the little follower who turned into a ghost, but she was still a step late. Because she doesn't have the ability to teleport like Li Shuai, although she can run much faster than a car.

After all, she and Wen Qiayun missed the opportunity to see each other for the last time. In other words, even if she didn't miss it, it would be difficult to see her with Wen Qiayun's physical condition at that time.

The eldest sister in her heart, the person whose status in her heart is second only to the unkind monk, died in front of her in such a way.

She only felt that her heart hurt so much that she wanted to cry, so she lay silently on Wen Qiayun's corpse and cried in pain.

In the process, she seemed to hear Wen Qiayun persuading her not to be sad. It seems that she also heard that the monk who was not good advised her to be strong. But so what, they left her after all, leaving her as a person with nothing.

"Ah......h

An extremely creepy voice came out of the mouth of the little attendant. The little attendant's eyes were red like two fireballs, and even the nails of her hands were growing.

"Wen Qiayun!"

"Wen Qiayun! Wen Qiayun ......! ”

"Are you there...... Here we go...... We've saved you......! ”

The shouts of Xiao Mo and the others came up from downstairs at this time, and the stairs on this floor were illuminated in a short time.

I saw the little follower under the light, lying on Wen Qiayun's body. The fingernails of both hands were curled up because they were too long, and both the body and the face were stained with fresh human blood.

Looked at. Li Sixuan suddenly let out a scream of fear, almost so frightened that she fell down the steps. Because Xiao Mo and Chen Cheng had seen each other, they knew that the "ghost" was a little follower.

However, their eyes did not stay on the little follower for long, because they cared more about Wen Qiayun than the little follower.

However, what they saw was Wen Qiayun's body that was gradually becoming cold.

At this moment, Xiao Mo only felt that his heart was painfully broken into countless pieces.

Wen Qiayun is dead...... He's still late.

Similar to Xiao Mo, Chen Cheng's body trembled slightly, which showed that he was also suffering in his heart.

In his mind, the scene where Wen Qiayun wanted to help him deal with the red-robed ghost clone, but was drunk away by himself, finally became eternal.

Xiao Mo didn't walk over, just leaned on the handle of the stairs, with tears in his eyes, staring at Wen Qiayun's quiet face with blurred eyes.

Some people, maybe when she is alive and present around you, you don't feel how important she is to you. You will even be annoyed, and you will even drive her away. But when the day comes, when she tells you that she is leaving, or when you know the news that she has left, the feeling of losing a qiē and having nothing will cruelly tell you a fact.

Some people, once they miss it, really miss it.

When you recognize yourself, when you regret and want to look back, only to find that that person is long gone, and your intersection is completely over.

Xiao Mo never said that he liked Wen Qiayun from beginning to end, and even, he never had the idea of liking Wen Qiayun in his heart. But when he heard the news of Wen Qiayun's disappearance, when he heard Wen Qiayun's weak words, the shock in his heart, and the sense of despair that the sky was falling, really reminded him that Wen Qiayun was really important in his heart.

Just now...... This qiē doesn't matter anymore. Wen Qiayun is gone, and they are still just friends. He will be sad for Wen Qiayun's departure, but it will only be for a while.

Because that's the reality, and the reality is that they're just good partners, friends.

Xiao Mo gritted his teeth and wiped away the tears on his face, and then he glanced at the little follower who was on the verge of collapse, and Chen Cheng who looked lonely.

Including Li Sixuan, there are only four of them left, and this number is undoubtedly a great irony.

Because it proves ...... He couldn't protect anyone at all.

Climbing the steps with difficulty, Xiao Mo came to the clone corpse of the red-robed ghost who was divided by the little follower, and then took off the mask on his head. (To be continued......)