Everyone's attention was still on Xiang Shaotong and Mu Li, so no one noticed it at all.

By the time Lu Muqing reacted, it was a little late.

Coming with the momentum of thunder, and even holding a dagger that revealed cold light in his hand, I am afraid that it is difficult for anyone to associate it with a drunken drunk with suitable talents, and no one has been wary of this in advance.

And the dagger had pierced through the snow and frost that had fallen from the sky.

The remnants of the sky were still falling on the broken brocade case, and they could no longer stop Lu Muqing.

Jin Chen had always been good friends with Mu Li, and now his eyes hadn't even taken his eyes off his difficult face.

After Luo Jiulang was coerced into the ancestral hall from Muli, he fell into a daze, and he never recovered at this time.

Only Du Bazhi saw all this from beginning to end. It's just that he is still pouring his own wine, completely admiring it.

The chairman's face was pale, but there was no better way.

This time it came too directly and too quickly.

After all, the person holding the blade is the most aggressive Qi Feiyu in the entire Yinjun Fang.

If only based on the experience of fighting, Mo Yutang would only have Meng Qingyi to compete with him.

What's more, this time the teacher is famous.

For the sake of his brother who died under Lu Muqing's tricks, for the first time in history, Qi Fei's dagger blade bloomed with some upright power.

Lu Muqing was almost ready to close his eyes and wait for death.

Lu Muqing's eyes were still open, and the haze stripped away all the light under his eyes inch by inch.

Snowflakes began to fall louder and louder silently.

Some were dyed in Qi Fei's hair, some floated on Lu Muqing's shoulders, and some were silently covered with blood flowers.

The blood flowers were warm, some splashed on the ground, some spread to Qi Feiwei's hands, and some slowly dripped from the tail end of the dagger.

Qi Fei frowned faintly, as if he was a little embarrassed.

Killing someone by mistake is not worth laughing at.

Qi Fei didn't show any compassion for it, because this was the price Lu Muqing had to pay.

Lu Muqing's face was hot, and tears began to flow uncontrollably.

Lu Muqing's chest is hot, and her heart is still jumping vigorously "poof, poof".

The person in Lu Muqing's arms had to be slowly cold.

As if he couldn't support it anymore, Lu Muqing hugged the person in his arms and sat down.

Tears wrapped his eyes around, and everything that happened now was like an illusory scene reflected in seventeen mirrors.

Lu Muqing is really willing to think about this, but the touch in his arms is so real and terrifying.

I don't remember how long it was, and Lu Muqing never seriously looked at the face that had lost a little bit of youth and freshness in his years. When I look at it now, it's already red.

No one will look for the doctor, because the stab goes straight into the atrium and penetrates deeply.

Qi Feiqi was determined to kill him, and the dagger would never deviate from his heart by half a point.

Slowly, the lip grease became pale and cruel.

The woman still chuckled and raised her hand with difficulty, wiping away her tears for Lu Muqing weakly.

There is still a lot of concern in my heart, and I am afraid that the young son of the family will cry very much in the future.

Mrs. Lu just ended her life with a smile.

This life may be uneventful, but it is worth cherishing eternity, because he married the man he loved the most, even if he died, he was in the arms of this man, and he was inseparable.

The snow in the sky was so heavy and cruel.