"I want to kill you!" Jing Hao grabbed the hilt of the knife tightly in grief and rushed over desperately.
Caiyi wanted to come forward to stop it, Qiongying waved her hand and asked Caiyi to retreat.
The tip of the knife with a cold light passed through the air and the snowflakes, full of grief and grief.
Qiongying stood quietly, looking at the little figure rushing towards her without any fear or anger.
Jing Hao looked full of hatred. When he met the deep phoenix eyes, he hesitated for a moment. Those eyes were bottomless, mysterious and bewitching. He was extremely familiar with it, but he would never understand it.
The tip of the knife stopped just one foot away from the Dome Shadow, trembling slightly, extremely heavy, and he could hardly hold it.
Hate, struggle, and hesitation filled his nerves. The hatred eyes reflected a strange face. Why were they those mysterious eyes?
"...Who are you?" Jing Hao asked in a hoarse voice, trembling slightly. Is it a dream?
The snow fell between the two of them, blurring the appearance in front of them, hazy, but not a dream.
"Who are you? I will kill you!" Jing Hao roared, clenching the hilt of the knife, but he couldn't move his footsteps or stab him.
Qiongying said nothing, stretched out her hand, clamped the blade with her slender fingers, and gently pinched it. The knife turned into pieces, scattered onto the ground like ice and snow.
"Why do you want to kill my parents?! I want to kill you!" Jing Hao's eyes were red, and the fragments on the ground were like his broken heart.
"You can't kill me now." Qiongying said lightly.
"No! I will definitely kill you!" Jing Hao roared in a hoarse voice, and he was extremely familiar with the voice, no! Impossible!
"Haha, okay, I'll give you a four-year period. I'll come to take revenge in four years." Qiongying smiled softly, finished speaking, turned around and floated away.
"...Who are you?" Jing Hao asked in panic, staring at the black back that was leaving. So familiar, only a black veil was missing.
"The shadow of the cold moon." As soon as she finished speaking, her figure was gone, leaving only snowflakes quietly falling.
Dozens of pieces piled up messily on the ground, almost dyeing the snow red, emitting a terrifying aura of death.
The cold wind is biting, the pain, grief and anger are intertwined, and the warmth of the past seems to be a shackle that cannot be broken free.
Suddenly, Nangong Chen chased him out, facing the wind and snow, he was almost numb, and only the hazy figure was left in his heart.
Nangong Chen stood in front of Qiongying and looked at her with complicated eyes. He still didn't understand and said no. Perhaps, he didn't know what to say.
"What's the matter?" Qiongying spoke first.
"...I won't break off the engagement." Nangong Chen said word by word. He is the pride of heaven. At this moment, he only wants her to change her mind, because maybe he wants to restrain her, maybe he likes her.
Qiongying looked at him a little more, then opened his blood-worn pill lips and asked, "Who are you?"
It seemed that he heard a funny joke, Qiongying chuckled twice, said nothing, crossed him and boarded the carriage.
The carriage drove away, and the sound of ruts became farther and there were long ruts left on the snow until they disappeared into the heavy snow.
Nangong Chen's face was slightly pale, like a sculpture in the snow, not numb.
But something more terrible than numbness entangled him. He didn't know what it was, but it hurt very much, and it was indescribable, as if he had lost something forever.
At the end of the year, many things seemed to be over, the snow was particularly heavy, and it seemed that these ending things were to be buried.