"You..." Feng Hua's cold eyes flashed with anger, "If you don't go away! Believe it or not, I will even kill you!"
"Then you kill! You kill!" Xin'er cried and shouted, salty tears streaked her face: "My life is yours anyway, you can kill or chop as you please..."
"Okay -" A murderous aura flashed in Fenghua's eyes, and with a "swish", the soft sword pointed at Qing'er's throat, the distance was only 0.001 centimeters...
"No!" Qing'er screamed, rushed to Fenghua and knelt down: "Miss, please don't kill Xin'er... don't kill her..."
Qing'er's eyes were so urgent and pleading, she bit her lips so tightly that she almost choked!
"You... hum!" Fenghua's face was as cold as frost, and his eyes were full of raging anger, "Get out of here! Get out of here!"
"Thank you, Miss..." Qing'er felt as if she had been granted amnesty, and quickly raised her heart and said, "Hurry up and leave."
Xin'er wiped away her tears, held Abao in her arms, and looked back three times.
When she walked to the door, the cold voice behind her sounded again!
"When you walk out of this gate, you will no longer be mine!"
Xin'er's body stiffened and she froze! A line of clear tears fell from the corner of her eyes and dripped onto the back of Abao's hand...
"Miss..." Qing'er was also stunned. The lady actually said such cruel words?
My heart hurts so much, it hurts so much. It seems that something most important is being thrown away and can never be picked up again...
Xin'er bit her lip, hugged Abao tightly in her arms, and strode out...
The moment she stepped out of the door, tears poured down her face and she ran forward quickly...
Qinglang's sky suddenly became densely covered with black dragons, and it began to rain...
Xin'er's figure quickly disappeared in the heavy rain.
"Miss..." Qing'er didn't know how to comfort her. She couldn't imagine that things would turn out like this.
How could it become like this!
It's obviously not like this, but now...
"I'm fine! You go out too! I want to calm down alone." Fenghua's voice was bone-chilling!
No matter how much Qing'er said, they were swallowed back into his stomach.
She nodded, quietly exited the room, and closed the door!
"Clang" sound!
The soft sword was inserted deeply into the wall, and the hilt trembled in the air.
Fenghua hit the table with his palm, and with a "boom", the whole table fell apart...
Outside the window, the heavy rain continued.
Xin'er hugged A Bao and hid in a simple house, crying silently.
The tears on my face fell down...
"Sister... don't cry..." Abao's dark eyes blinked, as if he was also feeling sad for Xin'er's crying, and his young hands clumsily wiped her face twice.
Xin'er held his hand and sobbed: "I'm sorry, Abao, let me cry. If I don't cry, I will die of sadness... My sister is helpless now... You have lost the most."
I... also lost an important person... Abao, sister is really sad..."
Xin'er cried and said, hugging A Bao and burying herself in her shoulder as she cried, her shoulders shaking.
Abao sat still obediently, letting her cry, hugging her, and gently patting her back with his little hands, as if to say to her, sister don't cry, sister don't cry...