Abu tugged at the corners of her lips, yes, she did it on purpose......

Jian Junxi walked to Qin Li's tombstone and remembered the last time she and Leng Qing chatted in this place.

In a blink of an eye, he had turned into a handful of ashes, and there was an indescribable depression and heartache in his heart, after all, they had been together for so many years......

She sat down in front of the tombstone, put the urn on the ground next to it, put her hands on her knees, and pulled a demonic sneer from her thin lips.

Youyou said: "Leng Qing, I'll tell you a secret, Qin Lishe...... Didn't die......"

The summer breeze was cool, and it was not cold when it blew on her body, but she felt that her muscles and bones were stiff, and her blood was also coagulating, and the cold was in her bone marrow.

The streamer at the bottom of his eyes was wanton, and he continued to ask, "You...... Will you hate me? ”

In response to her, there was only the rustle of swaying leaves, and the corners of her lips pulled out a thin cold sneer, and said coldly: "Hate or love, such a result is also your own choice!"

Sometimes, I hate you a lot, and in the end, I didn't even tell me the answer, is it because I'm unkind or you're unrighteous? ”

She buried her head between her legs, and her whole body exuded a sense of decay, as if there was a person sitting next to her

Suddenly she raised her head, and the surroundings were empty, except for the tombstone or the tombstone, the corner of her lips pulled out a touch of evil energy, this sneer was more infiltrating than a ghost.

Looking down at the ashes on the ground, his thin lips moved slightly: "It's you!" You'd better bless me to take revenge with my own hands before I go down, otherwise, I won't let you go.

I rescued your brother, whether he can live or not depends on his own life, I can't keep him by my side

If he heals from his wounds and refuses to leave, I can tell you with certainty that I promise to send him down to you with my own hands! ”

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind suddenly blew between heaven and earth, not knowing whether it came from heaven or hell, as if a storm was coming, and fallen leaves and dust rose on the ground

In this place, there is an indescribable horror, Jian Junxi's sharp eyes are calm and indifferent, and the words spit out from his thin cold lips are even colder:

"Do you think I'll be afraid of you if you become a ghost? If you have the ability, let the horse come, do you know why I brought you here? Because, that's what I've got for you! ”

As soon as her words fell, what was terrifying was that the nameless wind suddenly stopped, and the fallen leaves seemed to break their hearts in the air and scattered everywhere.

Jian Junxi's eyes were raging, the cold air around him was pressing, and he stared at the ash altar next to him.

He said coldly: "I must take revenge, if I succeed, I will re-engrave the monument for you, if you fail, then you can only be an anonymous person for eternity!" ”

As if she had no patience anymore, she stood up, lifted the cement lid behind the tombstone, put the urn inside, and closed it again......

She took out a disinfectant tissue from her bag and wiped her hands, turned around and walked down the mountain, she felt something staring at her behind her, but she didn't stop, let alone look back.

An irresistible heartache quickly spread in her heart, and the bottom of her dark eyes was like a cold wind mixed with rain and stars, flickering more and more......

Jian Junxi came down from the mountain, and Abu took the lead in turning his head and called softly: "Young Master......"

"Hmm......" Jian Junxi replied coldly, glancing coldly at Wen Hao as he passed them.

The gloomy owl's gaze was like a ghost, making him feel a chill, penetrating from the back of his backbone to the top and bottom of his body, so cold that he couldn't help but shiver, and he didn't dare to say a word......

(End of chapter)