The moonlight was shining, the cold moonlight reflected on Qingyi's hair, the hair floated with the breeze, like a curling streamer, Qingyi covered the scars on his chest, the piercing blood was like a sharp knife scraping Qingyi, Qingyi's face was pale, and his eyes were cold.

Qingyi glanced up at Qing'er, there was no original warmth in his eyes, only a piece of indifference, turned around, and was about to leave.

Qing'er looked at that indifferent gaze, and her heart trembled, and an irrepressible sense of fear enveloped her heart, and she felt as if she was pulling in the endless abyss.

For some reason, she suddenly felt that it was as if he had been kind to her before, with a veil, like a disguise, but now he glanced at it and ruthlessly tore the veil open, but for some reason, Qing'er felt ...... He seemed to be wearing another mask.

The neck was constantly trembling, and the voice that came out was also trembling, and he shouted softly: "Childe." ”

Qingyi's body paused, did not turn around, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Qing'er's hand was taken out of her arms, and she felt out a blue scale, and said timidly: "With this, Qing, Gongzi will not be so injured." ”

Qingyi turned around, looking at the smooth scales glowing blue in the night, and a voice of his own sounded in his heart: "What are you hesitating about?

Qingyi looked at Qing'er's pale and slightly trembling face, but there was a look of anticipation in his eyes, and he suddenly felt that the wound on his body was not so painful, and his heart was even more painful.

With a move of his hand, the scales entered his hand, and he glanced at Qing'er again and said, "I need to be quiet." ”

Turning around and walking a few steps forward, he heard the gentle rustling of footsteps behind him, and knew that Qing'er was gently following his footsteps. With a slight coldness in his words, he continued: "Don't come with me. His hand lightly pressed on the hilt of the sword, and for no reason, his heart seemed to boil, boiling in a sea of ice.

After taking a few steps further, the voice behind him was still getting closer and closer, the flash of the green scales became stronger and stronger, and the heart beat faster and faster, as if something had erupted in his heart.

"Qiang!" drew his sword and turned around, the sword was a finger or two away from Qing'er's neck, and his clear gaze was as cold and sharp as a sword, with a hint of madness. The hand trembled a few times.

Qingyi Junyi's eyebrows furrowed, looked at Qing'er, and asked coldly, "How can you be so stupid?"

Qing'er didn't say anything, just looked at Qingyi, with a crystal light in her eyes.

Qingyi: "Haven't you realized it?!" Looking at the luster in Qing'er's eyes, Qingyi's heart became more and more irritable for some reason, but his voice became more and more cold: "Green Scale Snake Demon, haven't you noticed yet?" From the beginning, I knew that you were a monster, and I was calculating you all the way, because I needed to get this scale!"

Qing'er's face was expressionless, but tears began to roll down from her eyes, Qingyi frowned, and continued: "Every step is successful, you only need to pay a little money and some insignificant care, and you can get this rebellion, this is really one of the most successful transactions in the world!"

Tears had already spread to his cheeks, his face was expressionless, but his eyes were crying incessantly, and there was no sound.

Qingyi: "What are you crying for? Aren't you a snake demon? Aren't you a cold-blooded animal? What is there to cry about! You stupid monster deserve to be used! How can a monster like you survive to this day?"

Qing Yi said coldly: "It's really a shame for the snake demon, get out, I don't need you anymore!" With a flash of silver light, the sword was already in its sheath, and Qing Yi turned away, his hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and his finger bones turned white hard.

The moonlight was bright, and Qingyi's figure slowly escaped into the darkness that the moonlight could not illuminate, without a figure, in the darkness, Qingyi walked silently alone, and suddenly a voice came from beside him: "The play is good." ”

Squinting his eyes and looking to the side, he saw the figures of Xunchen and Wuya, leaning against the tree, Qingyi said coldly: "Thank you." ”

Turning his gaze back to the front, he started away, and when he walked past the trunk of the tree and was right back to back with Xunchen, Xunchen asked, "Even if you want to protect her, there is no need to use this way to drive her away from you, right?"

Qingyi: "My fate is roughly sealed, and now I just want to fight hard." But her fate is still in her own hands. ”

Xunchen: "Is that so?"

Qingyi: "With a dying person, the fewer fetters the better, and the more worrying about it." ”

Xun Chen lowered his head and said, "I don't understand." ”

Qingyi didn't say anything and left.

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Under the moonlight, Qingyi leaned against the bamboo window, took out a conch from his arms, put it to his ear, and the babbling sound came from his ear, and he smiled lightly unconsciously, lowered his eyes, and shook his head.

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