Chapter 19 If there is no love, don’t have hatred
"Brother Zhi, let's start over, okay?"
Holding the corner of her skirt with her jade hands, Murong Xue opened her mouth.
Those glass-like eyes staring at Zheng Zhi made me feel pity for him.
But when Zheng Zhi faced this pitiful look, he remained indifferent without any fluctuation.
He has been severely injured once, and he will never do it again in this life.
"Can a broken mirror be made whole again?"
Zheng Zhi asked back.
After a pause, he continued: "Birds of a feather flock together, and people flock together. You two are quite a match..."
Hearing this, Murong Xue's delicate body trembled slightly and her teeth clenched.
Immediately, she took a deep breath: "I understand."
After saying that, she turned around and wanted to leave.
However, just as she turned around, a voice came.
"etc."
Murong Xue paused slightly and turned around suddenly.
The loneliness on her pretty face was swept away, and her brows lit up with joy: "Brother Zhi, I knew..."
But before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Zheng Zhi.
"If you keep cutting it off, the truth will remain chaotic."
Zheng Zhi shook his head and smiled: "You have your choice, Murong Xue, I don't hate you anymore."
At this moment, he seemed to have figured it out and his mind was calmer than ever before.
"After I took care of the Zheng family, I wanted to go to the City Lord's Mansion to find you. Now that I'm here, let's put an end to this bad relationship today!"
As he spoke, Zheng Zhi grabbed the corner of his clothes, pulled hard, and tore off a piece of cloth.
Then, he bit his finger again and started writing on the cloth.
Dragons and phoenixes danced, and not long after, a blood letter was completed.
At the beginning of the blood letter, there is the word "harmony".
"Brother Zhi, you...you...want to divorce me?"
Murong Xue's pretty face turned pale.
"It's not a letter of divorce, it's a divorce!"
Zheng Zhi said seriously: "As Uncle Liu said, since ancient times, marriages must be of the right family."
"You are the phoenix of the Nine Heavens, and I am just a puddle of mud. I am not worthy of you."
"I have not touched you in these years. You are still a virgin. Separation will not affect your reputation. We break up peacefully."
Saying that, Zheng Zhi took a deep breath and looked at Murong Xue: "No matter what, we were the closest people to each other and loved each other deeply. I hope that even if there is no love, there will be no hatred."
After finishing speaking, Zheng Zhi flicked his fingers, and the book in his hand floated to Murong Xue.
"Zheng Zhi, Miss, for your sake..."
Murong Liu's face was filled with anger.
However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Murong Xue.
"let's go!"
Murong Xue silently put away the book and turned around to leave.
"Miss, why don't you tell him the truth?"
After leaving the alley, Murong Liu couldn't help but said: "If he knows the truth, he will definitely forgive you."
"It's not important anymore."
Murong Xue looked gloomy: "Even if the broken mirror is pieced together by force, the cracks will not disappear."
As she said that, she glanced at the Heli book in her hand.
The profound energy surged in the palm of his hand, and Heli Shu turned into ashes.
After Murong Xue and the others left, Zheng Zhi was the only one left in the remote alley.
"So, will I cry too?"
Zheng Zhi stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on his face and smiled bitterly.
He has not shed tears for more than ten years.
He raised his head, looked at the bright sky, and sighed.
This is the best solution he can think of right now.
What else to do?
Kill Murong Xue?
Ask yourself, he can't do it.
It is impossible to say that childhood sweethearts have no feelings at all.
But betrayal is only zero or countless times.
No matter how Murong Xue explains, it is impossible for him to forgive the other party, let alone get back together.
Shaking his head slightly, Zheng Zhi ran towards Zheng Mansion.
Life must go on.
At home, there is still a sister waiting for him.
Zheng Mansion!
The large mansion was in a mess and looked a little depressed.
When Zheng Xuantong died, all the top brass of the Zheng family fell, and the family was destroyed in name only.
The remaining people heard the news and naturally flew away when the disaster was imminent.
Before leaving, I did not forget to move away some of the family's valuable belongings...
Zheng Zhi ignored these and strode to his private house.
Looking at the closed door, a gentle smile appeared on Zheng Zhi's face, and he pushed the door open and entered.
"Qing'er, brother, come back..."
When the door opened, Zheng Zhi's voice stopped.
The smile disappeared instantly and turned dark as frost.
Upon entering, the private residence was in a mess, and the potted plants in the courtyard were broken.
"Qinger!"
With a shout, Zheng ran straight to the room where his sister lived.
The room was in a mess and had obviously been broken into and damaged, and Zheng Qingqing had long since disappeared.
"Who, who exactly is it?"
Zheng Zhi's expression at this moment can only be described as ferocious.
A strong cold air burst out of his body, and the whole room was covered with a layer of frost.
He came to the Zheng family hall with murderous intent.
I happened to encounter a deacon of the Zheng family and two servants who were moving things.
"Zheng Zhi?"
Seeing Zheng Zhi, the deacon's expression changed drastically.
Without hesitation, he turned around and ran.
After running a few steps, he found that he couldn't move.
Looking down, he saw that the floor under his feet had frozen into ice, and his feet were also frozen to death.
"Young... Young Master, don't kill me."
The deacon's face was full of fear, and his body was shaking like chaff.
When the other two servants saw this, they dropped their things and ran away.
Zheng Zhi looked indifferent and waved his sleeves.
Suddenly, cold air condensed in the air, and two ice picks gathered out of thin air, and the two servants were directly pierced.
Such drastic measures made the deacon even more frightened.
At this time, Zheng Zhi said: "I ask, you answer, if I am not satisfied, die!"
The deacon nodded wildly.
"Where's my sister?"
Zheng Zhi asked.
"We dare not break into your private home."
The deacon said quickly: "However, people from Evil Wolf Mountain came half an hour ago."
Deacon of the Zheng family said.
"you sure?"
Zheng Zhi's eyes showed murderous intent, and an ice thorn condensed out of thin air, pressing against the deacon's eyebrows.
"Young master, spare your life, I dare not lie to you."
The deacon's pupils shrank sharply and he quickly said: "It's Master Ninth Master Song Hu who is leading the team."
"Song Hu, Evil Wolf Mountain!"
Zheng Zhi's face was ferocious, and his murderous intent was like a sword.
After a moment, he turned and left.
The ice spike suspended between the deacon's eyebrows slowly melted, and the ice on the ground melted with it.
The deacon collapsed on the ground, gasping for air, and his face turned pale.
A trip to the gate of hell is enough for him to remember for the rest of his life...
After leaving Zheng's house, Zheng Zhi's face looked gloomy and terrifying.
However, he was not carried away by anger.
There are thousands of bandits in Evil Wolf Mountain.
With his own strength alone, these gangsters could not be killed even if they stood still and let him kill them.
What's more, the head of Evil Wolf Mountain is also a strong man in Kongyou!
He needs help!
Three masters?
Such thoughts only flashed through his mind.
These guys can't afford to do anything early.
The reason why they helped him destroy the Zheng family was only a small part of the reason because of Zheng Zhi's intimidation and the three people's resentment towards Zheng Xuantong. The main reason was because of profit.
Moreover, we only take action when we have an absolute advantage and a sure chance of victory.
Relying on them to suppress bandits? Obviously unrealistic.
After all, the three major families cannot compete with Evil Wolf Mountain, not even if they join forces.
When he thought about this, Zheng Zhi felt a little irritable.