Sisters...... Sisters......

Qing Wei's hand never continued.

She grabbed the dagger in her chest with her backhand and pulled it out fiercely.

"Click" and threw it on the ground.

Qing Wei looked at her,

She also looked at Qing Wei.

“……”

A feeling of relief instantly welled up from the bottom of Qiqiao's heart.

The relationship between the sisters broke down, but she felt very comfortable.

She has always carried betrayal, her heart has always been uneasy, and she has always been condemned by her conscience.

It's good now

Qing Wei broke her leg bones, and such a shocking pain became the best healing medicine for guilt in her heart.

She laughs,

Qing Wei also smiled.

The two of them had different smiles and different thoughts in such a gloomy moonlight, looking very sad.

Qiqiao grabbed the dagger that Qing Wei had dropped, looked up at the peach blossoms outside the window, and smiled leisurely.

“……”

There is no sound,

With a smile, she looked at the peach blossom on the tree, and said goodbye to the peach blossom before the early summer, this world.

The poignant fall to the ground, the pale complexion, and a drop of dirty blood from the corner of the mouth, like a peach blossom, knowing the death in the future, but also the beautiful bloom when it withers and makes people remember.

The cold wind outside the window swept the remnants of the flowers into her dreams, and the blood flowed little by little, and she slowly closed her eyes.

Say:

"Sister, the peach blossoms are so beautiful."

For the last time,

Look at the peach blossoms of Qingqiu.

Sister.

……

……

……

When Qing Wei took a step out of the room, he listened to the sound of the crash on the ground behind him, with a trace of residual convulsions.

The night doesn't seem to be quieter than this.

Her heart seemed to be spasmodic and she frowned, and Qiqiao was already lying quietly on the ground.

She closed her eyes, serene and serene.

"Seven...... Skillful. ”

The peach blossoms fall to the ground, and they eventually wither.

Qing Wei turned around decisively and sneered, but he looked at all this coldly in his heart.

She didn't have the heart to guess why Qiqiao was looking for death, and what Qiqiao said had already broken her heart.

She will no longer sympathize, nor will she be pitiful any more.

She's not nostalgic for this place, either,

It's already covered with corpses and filth.

- How filthy a place like this!

The pain in his chest had slowly fused and stopped.

But the wound that was poked out of the blood in the heart is difficult to heal no matter what.

- It's dangerous, maybe she'll die.

I'm so glad I am,

She's alive.

This fairy world, this three worlds!

She's still alive!

Countless tribulations, countless betrayals, she Qingwei is still alive!

So, Hugh wants her dead!

She won't die!

Even if she dies, she will destroy the people she hates!

……

……

It's night,

The white light floated on his face, and Qing Wei felt that he was fluttering lightly all over his body.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a blank space, with no sound around her, and it was eerily quiet.

She tried to leave, but found that wherever she went, it was as if she was stuck where she was.

It's too quiet,

All she could hear was her own footsteps.

That sense of confusion was scattered in her heart, as if she was stuck in a grain of sand, unable to struggle.

She walked, walked,

Suddenly, I saw a back in the distance,

She followed.

The man was dressed in a wide cloak and was shrouded in darkness of the night, which contrasted strongly with the sunlight.

The man seemed to notice someone following, and he turned around and opened his eyes.

A pair of evil eyes are full of a little red, like a Manshu Sawa blooming on the other side of the Yellow Spring, with the wind demonizing the rhizome, and the flowers will never see each other.