"Thousands of miles away, the golden lotus root fruit is the most precious spiritual treasure in the Purple Smoke Palace. How can you pick it just as you please? Have you asked me? May I ask, you went up to pick the golden lotus root fruit so grandly, how can I
Where do you put this master of Ziyan Palace? Qianmomoqingcheng, even if you are arrogant, you should say something to my master's guild, right?
By doing this, are you sure that I won't attack you, or are you sure that I will let you go up and pick the golden lotus fruit?"
Word by word, Dong Ziyan's every sentence compels thousands of strangers to fall in love with the city.
Qianmo Qingcheng's tall figure stood in front of Dong Ziyan, with an expression like snow, the air-conditioning was blowing, his thin lips were slightly opened, and there was a hint of anger in his brows, "Dong Ziyan, do you want to fight with me?"
Dong Ziyan suddenly smiled coquettishly, her arms like the softest wicker, trying to climb up Qianmo Qingcheng's shoulders.
Qianmo Qingcheng's brows suddenly turned cold, and her sharp-jointed fingers moved slightly, and she clamped down on Shangdong Ziyan's white neck unceremoniously, "My patience has been exhausted."
After the words fell, Qianmo Qingcheng waved his long arm, and the purple smoke suddenly started to fly like a kite in the wind.
With a snap, it landed on a corner of the wall inside the hall.
Scarlet blood flowed out from the corners of her delicate mouth, her purple hair spread all over the floor, and her arms slapped on the cold purple marble floor.
The purple satin clung restlessly to the ground.
Dong Ziyan's eyes were blazing as she stared at Qianmo Qingcheng's carefree and wanton back, gritting her teeth, wanting to chew him up: "Qianmo Qingcheng, you are so heartless——"
Almost roaring, Dong Ziyan's angry passion condensed, condensed, and condensed in his chest...
How could Qian Mo Qingcheng be so ruthless, even if there was no sympathy at all, and even if it was wishful thinking on her part, Qian Mo Qingcheng should not be so heartless just because she is a woman.
Qian Mo Qingcheng has always been cold and domineering, cruel and cruel. He once said that except for Yun Luoxue, he would not even look at any other woman in the world, let alone take him to heart.
Maybe Dong Ziyan's jealousy is too strong, or perhaps Dong Ziyan's competitiveness is too strong, and she doesn't want Qianmo Qingcheng to ruin her friendship like this.
But she doesn't understand that not loving is not a waste, not loving is not loving, and loving is loving.
The feelings obtained through humble begging are not feelings, and shutting you out does not waste your feelings. Dong Ziyan stubbornly doesn't understand this clearly.
Therefore, she blamed Qianmo Qingcheng's mistreatment of her entirely on Yun Luoxue.
She believed that it was because of Yun Luoxue that Qianmo Qingcheng treated her like this.
They are both women, so why are they so different?
One is caring and caring, while the other is cold-hearted.
She felt it was unfair and felt that Yun Luoxue had messed up what she should have had.
But she still didn't know. Maybe she did this just to find a suitable reason to be jealous of Yun Luoxue.
Sometimes, people who don't understand love will blame all their faults on others instead of looking for the reasons themselves.
Dong Ziyan is such a person. Jealousy and resentment blinded her heart, making her hate Yun Luoxue more and more, wishing she died, wishing she would disappear forever...
Qianmo Qingcheng turned around, no longer paying attention to Dong Ziyan's unreasonable troubles, and went up to the second floor to get the golden lotus fruit.
On the first floor of the main hall, silence returns.
Dong Ziyan was lying on the ground, her eyes seemed to be quenched with poison, and she wanted to strangle Yun Luoxue to death immediately, so that she could relieve the hatred in her heart.
Yun Luoxue stood quietly with her eyes closed. She had nothing to say about Dong Ziyan.
What she wants to do most now is wait for Qianmo Qingcheng to come down.
The more Dong Ziyan thought about it, the more unfair and resentful she became. Her sinister eyes were like a poisonous snake entangled in her heart. When she saw Yun Luoxue's leisurely and indifferent expression, she wanted to destroy her.