Chapter 225: Bleeding Cinnamon: What's the Matter with Broken (3)

Qi Lin was stared at by Qing Wei's expression, and her whole scalp began to tingle.

But no matter how she was, she couldn't lose her momentum, and puffed up her chest and shot back: "What my young lady gave me, why isn't it mine!" ”

After that, she took a step forward and made a gesture to grab it, but who knew that Qing Wei clenched the fan pendant in an instant and withdrew it.

Qing Wei didn't have a trace of anger on her face, she just looked at her expressionlessly, but Qi Lin only felt that the murderous aura in the hall was rippling even more.

"You say......

This is the ...... you, home, child, sister, and you"

- Wow!

It turned out to be a plaything she brought back from the world, and the phoenix dove gave it to Qingkui without keeping it by her side!

Qing Kui didn't like it, so he threw it directly to a handmaiden!

Good, good, good!

You send me, I send her!

One by one, what did they think of her Qing Wei!

Qi Lin was a little cowardly, but she still nodded and was stubborn, "That's definitely right." ”

When the phoenix dove heard this, his heart became even more impatient, and he looked at Qingkui, but Qingkui didn't seem to see anything, and didn't hear anything.

As if there was nothing to do, standing there dignified and quiet, at the moment when the phoenix dove's eyes collided, he smiled lightly, very innocent.

She said a little shyly: "Brother Fengjun, why are you staring at Ah Kui like this?" ”

Before Feng Jiu could speak embarrassedly, Qing Wei killed the knife with his eye, grabbed the half-broken cinnamon branch with his palm, and said angrily: "Feng Jiu, let me ask you, did you give this cinnamon branch to Qing Kui!" ”

The phoenix dove chuckled in his heart, as if something had broken in his heart. He looked at her with a hint of scarlet desolation in his eyes, and he couldn't bear it.

"β€”It was given to her by Ben Shangxian. But Ben Shangxian didn't let her give ......"

"Shut up !!"

Qing Wei drank vigorously, and spread out the palm of the hand that held the cinnamon branch, which was originally just a fan pendant with a missing mouth, and at this moment the jade surface had cracked out several stripes.

In those slender cracks, what penetrated was the blood that cut through Qing Wei's palm!

She looked at him as if she were a few mountains away, "β€”yes, or no?!" ”

The phoenix dove closed its eyes and plunged the whole person into darkness.

He ruthlessly replied, "Yes!" It was sent to her by Ben Xianjun! It doesn't matter if you say it's lost!

Even if that's the case, what about this immortal monarch giving it away! ”

Qing Wei half-tilted his head and looked at Feng Jiu, a little incredulous that he would say such a thing.

"Phoenix......

There was a scarlet color in her eyes, but the mist stubbornly refused to spread, and a face was already pale, which he had never seen before.

But

He opened his dark golden eyes in an instant, as if a door to purgatory had been opened in the heavenly realm, and cruel Sanskrit songs were chanted all around.

In his magnetic, deep voice, he said slowly:

"Qing Wei,

If you really care about this mortal thing, you shouldn't have given it to this immortal monarch in the first place. Now that you have given this Immortal Monarch, what about this thing is no longer your business. ”

- It's none of her business anymore?

Out of nowhere, he chuckled mockingly, which made Qing Wei displeased.

She proudly and stubbornly raised her head and looked directly at the phoenix, as if she wanted to see him through that!

"Phoenix, dove."

With her face, how could he feel like a pain in his heart, which was more uncomfortable than burning his body in flames and the shackles of the Nine Heavens Xuanlei.

He was forced to retreat by her eyes, but he had no way back!

Feng Jiu sighed, tried to avoid Qing Wei's disappointed look, and softened: "Wei'er, don't feel uncomfortable, isn't it just a thing-"

"-Smack!"

Qing Wei threw out the cinnamon branch in his hand suddenly, catching him off guard and being smashed in the face.

A delicate fan pendant split into four or five points at that moment, and the fall was incomplete.