"Xuanyun!" Wan Qizhao hurriedly pulled her into his arms. "You...if you want to hate, just hate me. Seventh Brother did it all because of me..."
"Go away!" Mai Mai pushed him away frantically, "It was you who killed my Qing'er! Executioner! I hate you, I hate all of you! Why can't you tolerate me and Qing'er? He is still just a child
...You are all devils!"
The weak white figure swayed slightly, and the knuckles of the clenched hands were already white. He knew that from this moment on, he would lose her forever... His heart ached a little. Is it a recurrence of an old disease? It has not been like this for a long time.
The last time I felt like it was when his mother-in-law passed away...
Caught off guard, Mai Mai pulled out the sword beside Wan Junzhao, raised the sword and pressed it tightly against Wan Qixun's chest, "I want you to pay for Qing'er with your life!" He killed Qing'er, he killed Qing'er... Why,
It’s him?!
"Xuanyun, put down your sword quickly!" Wan Qizhao stood in front of Wan Qixun without even thinking, "If you want to kill, just kill me! I will pay back Qing'er's life!"
The person behind him slowly pushed him away. Although the force was light, it revealed a perseverance that could not be refused.
Turning around, facing the lonely tens of thousands of people, the complexity on his face disappeared in an instant, "Seventh brother, you shouldn't." I don't know if he meant that he shouldn't kill Qing'er, or something else.
"Brother Six, I will bear the burden to the end." Wan Qixun made a pun and said words that only two people could understand.
The tip of the sword is cold and trembling.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Tears filled her eyes, making it difficult for her to see clearly who the person in front of her was. Was he still the one who saved her on a rainy night and called her "Maimai" softly?
"Speak!" The sword was pressed tightly against his body, but she couldn't use any strength in her hand. The sword in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms. She couldn't lift it or penetrate it.
"Maimai..."
"Don't call me 'Maimai'!" Maimai cried and roared, "I hate you, I hate you! Wanqihao, I hate you!"
The sword was thrown to the ground by her, causing tiny sparks to strike.
She hated him, and she hated herself even more.
She...can't do it...
The pain in my heart became more and more painful, and the sword seemed to have pierced it. There, a gap was opened, and blood flowed to the bottom of my heart.
"Xuanyun, first...bring Qing'er back to the waiter," Wan Qizhao's charming handsome face was stained with a few wisps of sadness, and his loving eyes were always surrounding Mai Mai. As he said this, he was about to hug her.
When Qing'er got up, she was snatched away by Mai Mai and held in her arms.
"Don't touch my Qing'er!" The hateful eyes turned from Wan Qizhao to the white figure that always stood frozen in place, "I will never forgive you! I will spend the rest of my life hating you.
You! Wanqiu, you will never get rid of my hatred!"
Holding Qing'er's body in his arms, Mai Mai staggered down the mountain. Wan Qizhao turned his eyes away, looked at him for the last time, and then followed him.
The wounds in my heart were torn open without mercy, and with her hatred and her departure, they could not be healed.
"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining his white shirt red.
"King Hao!" His subordinates were shocked and stepped forward to support his shaky body.
The sun was still bright, but it was not as heart-warming as her smile.