Qin Feng glanced at Qin Xingyue in a complicated manner, and then fell on Qin Ling again.

The boy's strength made him feel a little desperate, and his throat was a little dry.

"Leave us alone, I'm your father anyway."

Qin Ling raised her eyebrows, her rippling peach blossom eyes were full of mockery, "Are you kidding me?" ”

"Abandon me for sixteen years, any person can trample on me, insult me, you don't see it."

"And now you want to talk to me?"

"What qualifications do you have to be my father?"

The boy's words revealed an impersonal indifference, as if everything was insignificant.

Like an ant, it is incomparably small.

Qin Feng choked suddenly, lowered his head and pondered for a while, and muttered, "Is there really no other choice?" ”

Qin Ling knocked on the edge of the seat, expressionless, "There is still one minute." ”

Qin Feng gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and looked at Qin Xingyue, his voice so calm that there was no trace of waves.

"Xingyue, your life was given to you by your father, give it back to me today."

Qin Xingyue shook suddenly, looking at Qin Feng, her eyes full of strangeness and horror.

"Nope! It can't be like this! Father! I'm Xingyue! You can't be so ruthless! ”

A trace of guilt flashed in the corner of Qin Feng's eyes, and he raised his hand to tie up the dagger in an instant.

Suddenly submerged into Qin Xingyue's chest, Qin Xingyue's face turned pale.

Blood flowed down the hilt of the knife to the ground, and the red impact made Qin Xingyue a little dazed.

She could clearly feel the loss of blood in her body, and the feeling of death became more and more intense.

Qin Feng lowered his eyes and increased the strength in his hand, watching Qin Xingyue lose his vitality in front of him little by little.

Xingyue, I will avenge you.

Qin Feng covered the dark tide surging under his eyes, and with the lowest posture in his life, he fell to his knees.

"I did as you asked, please let me go."

The corners of Qin Ling's mouth were smiling, and her eyes were like clouds, hazy, and unfathomable.

"When did I say I let you go? Why are you still so naïve after so many years? ”

Qin Feng raised his head angrily and crashed into the young man's eyes that were as unwavering and emotionless as a deep pool.

Looking deeper, it was indifferent and chilling.

Qin Ling raised his hand and wielded his ability to control the dagger.

The mirror-like blade was cold, reflecting a face that turned pale in shock.

A sharp light in the air suddenly slashed across Qin Feng's neck.

There was a little cold light condensed on the dagger, as if it was constantly flowing, adding to the sharp coolness.

Qin Feng subconsciously raised his hand, his hands were full of blood, and the blood-colored jade beads with broken threads fell along the slippery wound.

One drop, two drops.

It ran down his face and cast a touch of red on the carpet.

Qin Ling casually raised her foot and stepped over the corpses of the two, and let out a cold snort between her noses.

With a casual snap of his fingers, flames followed, wandering over the bodies of the two.

But in an instant, the smoke vanished.

The room froze for a moment, Fang Zheng and Li Sichen lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at the young man's face.

The fear in my heart gradually magnified as the boy approached.

"What are you afraid of?" Qin Ling raised her eyebrows and smiled evilly at the two of them.

"Master Qin, we didn't see anything today, and we have never been to the Qin family."

Li Sichen reacted, with a tremor and fear in his tone.

Fang Zheng was covered in sweat, and nodded his head, "I haven't seen anything either." ”

Qin Ling hooked her lips, and her peach blossom eyes were full of rebelliousness, "I want the Qin family." ”