At this moment, she just came with a mission to kill Xuanyuan Yao with her own hands, just... kill him with her own hands, that's all...

Xuanyuan Yao suddenly smiled lightly, "Just pretend that we have loved each other before and sing "Qianqian" for the last time, wouldn't it?"

Perhaps it was because of the word "finally" that Murong Qianqian nodded mysteriously, and the sad and beautiful music of the piano slowly sounded in her ears.

In front of me, there is no such strange peach blossom Yaoyao, no such cold handsome man, only Xuanyuan Yao and Murong Qianqian who once hugged each other and loved each other deeply.

"The clear dew in the small pond ripples

Appearing round and round

That attachment is still withered by the breeze

Read the mutual dreams

Not as long as between heaven and earth

Every article emerges like youth

The sound of falling rain echoes with soft whispers

Just like your beautiful sigh, so beautiful

Outside the city, it was wet and dripping, and the ground was full of whispers.

I find you around me, indifferently avoiding you

A splendid song, love is nothing more than seeing who becomes a cocoon

I can’t go back whether I win or lose against you.

A song of understatement fills my breath

I look back at you from all over the place."

…

When Murong Qianqian raised the Moxi painting, she found that her hands were shaking violently, but she still gritted her teeth and looked at Xuanyuan Yao with cold eyes.

"You want to kill me?" Xuanyuan Yao pressed his five fingers on the strings, and the sound of the piano disappeared along with the singing.

"Yes, I killed you with my own hands when I came here." Murong Qianqian's voice was determined as she gritted her silver teeth.

However, she couldn't help but look away at this moment, because she didn't want to see Xuanyuan Yao's injured eyes, let alone his bloody fingers.

I don't know how many times he played this tune every day and every night before his fingers with sharp joints would get so many wounds.

"Haha, you came here specifically to kill me." Xuanyuan Yao changed the word "I" to "I", but you can imagine how hurt he was.

Although he had actually guessed that she was here to kill him, it was so painful when these words came out of Murong Qianqian's mouth.

The controlled demonic nature in his body began to collide unscrupulously at this moment, and Xuanyuan Yao felt that he was about to lose his mind again.

The cold voice seemed to come from another person's mouth, "Haha, do you think you can kill me if you want to? Murong Qianqian, I can also kill you."

Yes, he could also take her life.

Murong Qianqian heard tears in her heart. In the past, when Xuanyuan Yao was angry and hating her, he would not say such words. It seems that he really can't go back.

She originally thought her heart was dead, but now she realizes that when facing Xuanyuan Yao, her heart will never die, but will only become more bruised and bruised.

The demon sword in his hand flew out, its murderous aura soaring into the sky.

The flying peach blossoms were once her favorite scenery, but at this moment it became a scene that she did not want to think of in her entire life.

The magic painting in her hand flew out and hung in mid-air like a sky curtain. Eye-burning seven-colored light shot out, and the red light around her became brighter and brighter.

The pink dress, with the red light bursting out, was as dazzling as if it was stained with blood, and her clear eyes also turned red, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

A strong wind blew up, and the pink flowers rained down harder and harder.

Xuanyuan Yao's sword was ferocious and bloodthirsty, but a cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips. It seemed that she was really going to kill him. Her intolerance in the previous life was over in this life.

He still remembered her painful expression when Leng Sha died and when Feiwo died, but facing him, she was able to be ruthless at this moment.

Murong Qianqian, Qianqian, why are you doing this?

No, she is no longer who she used to be. This woman came with destiny. She really broke off their relationship, and she left no room for action.

Countless thoughts flashed through Xuanyuan Yao's mind, and demonic marks gradually appeared on his forehead, proving that he had been completely swallowed by demonic nature.

Red and black lights intertwined, and wind and clouds surged between the sky and the earth.

In the darkness, between the crumbling heaven and earth, the black python robe and the pink dress were swaying, and the corners of their clothes were gently entangled with each other, but the weapons in their hands were threatening to kill each other.

Murong Qianqian was approaching step by step, and the magic paintings in mid-air gradually closed the surrounding environment. No one could enter, and no one could get out, unless... Xuanyuan Yao killed her.

Perhaps it was because of the demonic nature running around, or perhaps because he saw the blood soaked on the pink clothes. Although the demon sword in Xuanyuan Yao's hand was extremely lethal, it was full of mistakes.

The immortal lake painted by Mo Xi enveloped him, and as Murong Qianqian cast spells, Xuanyuan Yao felt as if countless sharp swords were piercing his body.

"Poof~", a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He staggered, but the moment he raised his eyebrows, he saw Murong Qianqian's figure was like lightning, and the magic paintings above her were engulfing his body bit by bit.

At that moment, Xuanyuan Yao went completely crazy, and all his expectations for her were turned into ashes.

In fact, when Murong Qianqian appeared in front of him, he wanted to say: "Qianqian, if I give up the world and my position as the Demon Lord, will you be willing to accompany me to the end of the world?"

However, her cold eyes prevented him from having the courage to say those words, because he was afraid that when he said those words, he would still face her decisive departure.

The five fingers with clear joints clenched tighter and tighter, the faintly white bones creaked, the black cyclone rolled over the mountains, and the surrounding peach blossom trees fell instantly.

The Demonic Sword broke through the wind and pierced Murong Qianqian mercilessly at the moment she was so close.

"Pfft," a meaty voice.

Murong Qianqian's body stiffened. She didn't feel any pain in her chest, but she found hot and moist liquid gushing out crazily from there.

At the barrier outside Qi Ze, Ye Chen seemed to be calling her name, one after another, as if she was about to roar her throat.

The hornbill hovered in the sky, making a blood-screaming sound that was heartbreaking and made people burst into tears.

Vaguely, she seemed to see Siming Xingjun through the clouds. The corners of his eyes seemed to be wet, with tears blown away by the wind.

All of this is a moment.

She felt her body getting lighter and lighter, and then she fell rapidly, and then fell into the cold embrace, her strong arms trembling.

"Why, why?" Xuanyuan Yao's voice was heartbreaking, and the magic mark disappeared from his forehead.

Murong Qianqian raised her head and looked at Xuanyuan Yao's face quietly, tracing his eyebrows, eyes, and lips over and over in her heart.

She thought that maybe one day when she couldn't help but miss her, she could recall this man in her heart, but...
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