Rong Ji lowered his head and took a mouthful of snow foam on the ground, his eyes lowered and fell on the silver soft sword around his neck, it was trembling slightly "Heh" Suddenly, Rong Ji laughed dryly.
"When death comes, what are you laughing at" Through the mask, Qing Xuan looked at Rong Ji, why did he laugh "I'm laughing at myself, hehe" Rong Ji's laughter suddenly became higher, and it was bittersweet, as if he remembered some heart-rending old thing.
"Why don't you like me to laugh like this, don't you, cough cough," Rong Ji quenched a mouthful of blood as soon as he opened his mouth.
He raised his arm and wiped it, lifting up his suffocating handsome face.
Rong Ji stared at Qingluan without blinking, and the killing in his eyes not long ago was very cruel and slowly faded, leaving only a deep and dizzying banter.
"I remember that you told me in person before, what you like most is the way I laugh, is Luanyi" As the sound of "Luanyi" landed, the curvature of Rong Ji's lips became more and more profound Qing Xuan's eyes behind the mask narrowed suddenly, and as soon as his gaze fell, he saw Rong Ji's slightly raised arm, and his fingertips didn't know when there was a moonlight-colored handkerchief, and a pair of lifelike butterflies were embroidered on it.
The embroidered handkerchief was specially asked from the most famous local embroiderer when Rong Ji returned from a mission in Suzhou three years ago, and it was also the first gift he gave himself.
Since then, even if her female workers are excellent, and the silk handkerchiefs embroidered with various patterns have also been given to Peach, but the one that Rongji gave her has always stayed by her side and never left for a moment.
Qing Xuan subconsciously reached out to touch her waist, her brows furrowed, and she didn't know when a cut was cut on the clothes on her waist Her mind flashed back quickly, remembering that the embroidered spring knife in Rong Ji's hand had been slashed against her waist, if she was a little careless, or if he had a little more strength, she might have her abdomen cut, not to mention the skin and flesh, I was afraid that the internal organs would flow and her life would be gone "Luanyi" "Shut up" As soon as Rong Ji spoke, the long sword in his throat was sent again, Qing Xuan gritted his teeth, unable to control the surging hatred: "The woman named Luan Yi is dead, it was you who killed her with your own hands" Rong Ji looked at the murderous figure standing in front of him in a daze, and his heart was churning.
Looking at each other, in this misty yew forest, the clothes blown by the cold wind and hunting made a noise, and the two fell into a silent stalemate.
Qing Xuan knew very well that with his own power, he might not be Rong Ji's opponent, but he just let it go again and again.
And what was the matter with the way he stared at him at the moment It's like a deep lake that is not alarmed, not happy or worried, and indifferent.
If Rong Ji saw through his identity as Luanyi, whether he hated or was happy, he should never have reacted like this It's hard to be, he was from the beginning "Luanyi, be careful At this time, Rong Ji screamed, and Qing Xuan's divine plan only felt a strong wind rushing towards her, and before she could react, she was thrown to the ground by Rong Ji, who was jumping up.
Qing Xuan just wanted to raise his sword to resist, but suddenly felt that Rong Ji's body pressing on him trembled suddenly, and his brows immediately twisted up, and he gritted his teeth.
Immediately after, the mist of the yew forest was pierced and torn apart by a terrible whistling sound, and three black arrow feathers of flowing fire flew in t1706231537: