Qin Xian smiled softly, a little light shining on his fair cheeks, and his expression had a soul-stirring coldness: "Ning Huan, why are you so stupid?
It doesn't matter who I am, who can believe it if you tell me?"
I said angrily: "You" Qin Xian suddenly stepped back, her hands trembled, and the tray fell to the ground.
She shouted in panic: "Miss Ning, what are you doing?"
White rice and fragrant vegetables were scattered on the floor.
Ye Minglang was the first to come in.
When he saw the mess on the ground, his handsome thick eyebrows frowned: "Miss Qin, this woman is crazy.
Ignore her.
Let's go."
Qin Xian's beautiful eyes were still frightened and even a little tearful.
She nodded slightly and followed Ye Minglang out.
Song Li and Bai Ming'an followed.
Song Li looked worried: "Ning Ning, what's wrong with you?"
Bai Ming'an's eyes were fixed, he glanced at the ground, and said coldly: "Stop making trouble, pack these things."
After that, he turned and left.
Song Li was the one who cared about me the most.
He walked in and wanted to comfort me: "Ning Ning, you" "I'm fine," I couldn't help but growl.
Seeing his stunned expression, I immediately regretted it.
I reached out to cover my face, calmed down for a while, and then quickly bent down to clean up the debris on the ground.
Song Li squatted down with me and silently took the sharp porcelain piece in my hand.
After everything was packed up, he walked out and said to me before closing the door: "Have a good sleep, Ning Ning."
The lights were turned off and everything fell into darkness again.
In a daze, I seemed to see a flash of red flashing before my eyes.
My body froze, and I quickly got up and chased after it.
"Qin Yin, is that you?"
I chased and shouted, and unknowingly came to a church.
The guests were dressed formally, with suits and collars for men and elegant skirts for women.
The priest at the front desk was chatting in a low voice with a tall man, and the guests in the audience were also whispering to each other.
I heard them talking: "It's strange, why doesn't the bride come?"
The tall man raised his head, and I saw his face clearly.
It was Acheng, whom both Qin sisters admired.
So this is Qin Yin’s wedding Acheng smiled and said to everyone: "Sorry, excuse me."
As he said that, he walked quickly towards me.
I was unprepared and couldn't avoid him, so he passed through my body.
I was stunned, his figure had reached the corner, and I immediately followed him.
Walking up the stairs to the third floor, I opened a room and saw the simple but romantic decoration inside.
Anyone with a discerning eye can immediately tell that this is a bride's dressing room.
"Yinyin, Yinyin" Acheng frowned and shouted.
Everything in the room was intact, but there was no one around.
I followed him, feeling nervous.
Qin Yin is dead.
Could it be that Qin Xian is the one who manipulates the wedding world?
Ah Cheng searched everywhere and even opened the door of the dressing room, but only saw a white everyday skirt neatly folded on a chair.
There is no one, Qin Yin is not here.
Acheng stopped, suddenly remembered something, turned around and ran towards the door.
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He ran all the way, very fast, until he ran to the open-air balcony.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Qin Yin in a white wedding dress kneeling on the empty balcony.
On the ground, a knife was pressed against her neck.
The person holding the knife was Qin Xian.
"Yinyin" Qin Yin looked pale and called out: "A Cheng" With just one sentence, someone slashed her delicate neck hard, and blood overflowed from the wound, bit by bit, dyeing the simple and elegant white wedding dress on her body red.
Qin Xian also wore a tube top style wedding dress today.
It was bright red and shone dazzlingly in the sun.
She raised the corners of her mouth, looked at the man rushing over, and said, "He's here so soon."
Acheng looked solemn and said sternly: "Qin Xian, you are crazy.
Don't do stupid things.
Let your sister go quickly."
Qin Xian smiled softly, slowly took out the knife in his hand, held it in his hand, tilted his head and said to him, "Okay, I'll let her go.
Come on, come and save her."
Acheng moved forward without much thought.
For a moment, I saw the bone-hungry venom in Qin Xian's eyes.
I wanted to reach out and grab him, but I could only pass through and missed.
When Acheng was about to touch Qin Yin, Qin Xian grabbed the hilt of the knife and stabbed Qin Yin's chest hard, pulling, and the soft sound of being pierced came.
Acheng cried out in grief: "Yinyin" Qin Yin fell down with a muffled sound, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and whispered: "A Cheng" Acheng hugged her limp body, grief-stricken.
Blood kept pouring out from his chest and soon soaked the wedding dress.
I saw his hands trembling.
When he raised his head, his handsome face was filled with hatred and Lingran: "Qin string" Qin Xian stood there with a sweet smile: "Acheng, she is dead, the wedding must still go on, or you can marry me."
"I will only love Yinyin in this life, the next life, and eternity, you vicious woman," Acheng put down Qin Yin and rushed over angrily.
Qin Xian chuckled, his feet did not move, but his body turned around.
Acheng ran around and couldn't touch her.
I watched her red dress flutter, her long hair fluttering, and her eyes were clearly red.
Behind her, a huge shadow emerged, covering the top of her head, and the falling black spots covered her entire body.
I watched in amazement as the corners of her mouth curled up, leading Acheng to run wildly.
In a blink of an eye, she was at the edge of the balcony.
Close, close, ten steps, five steps, no, don’t go I yelled hastily: "Acheng, stop" I saw that tall body crossing over, and the steps that failed didn't even have time to linger in the air, and then quickly fell down.
Bang, a muffled sound My heart trembled violently.
I opened my eyes and straightened up.
The dark clouds outside dispersed and the sky became bright again.
This memory was so shocking that I got out of bed trembling.
No, I don't want to be alone anymore, I want to go find them.
I act immediately, open the door and run out.
"Bai Ming'an, Song Li" I called their names and checked the rooms one by one.
There was no one.
There was no one.
They were downstairs.
I hurried downstairs again, and sure enough I saw three people at the dining table in the living room, all lying there.
What's going on?
I walked over quickly and shook the nearest Ye Minglang: "Wake up, wake up, what's wrong with you?"
Why is he unconscious?
Could it be that Qin Xian was drugged?
As soon as this thought came to mind, light footsteps came from behind.
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I turned around and saw Qin Xian wearing the red tube top wedding dress in my dream, holding a knife in his hand, walking towards me step by step.
The beautiful face that belonged to her sister Qin Yin was full of sinister aura, with thick dark eyebrows and bright red eyes.
The mixture of black and red looked like her paranoid and evil character.
"What did you do to them?"
I backed up warily
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