Feng Qingyang flicked his sleeves, and the disturbing red clothes flew away with a roar.
puff!
Scarlet blood spurted out from Hong Yi's mouth and fell on the ground paved with white jade, which was shocking.
Chen Xi rushed after her and saw Hong Yi fainting.
She subconsciously looked in the direction where the wind from her palm was coming——
I saw a handsome man with flying silver hair sitting cross-legged on the jade bed, with his extended palms placed on the back of a gray-haired old lady. On the ring finger of that hand, a familiar large purple-red gemstone ring came into view.
her eyes.
She looked at the handsome man sitting cross-legged in astonishment. He had silky silver hair and a charming face. The snowy moon on his forehead shone under the light of the night pearl, reflecting the intersection of innocence and evil.
Yin Hong's lips opened and closed in disbelief: "Royal Grandmother, the nine-turn psychic ring..." There is also the snowy moon on the forehead!
Familiar people and familiar tokens, aren't they silently conveying a fatal message to her?
"Xi'er?"
Feng Qingyang looked into Chen Xi's complicated and sad eyes and was shocked!
No longer caring about sucking out the last drop of poison from the Empress Dowager's body, he strode out of bed and looked at Chen Xi's pale face for a moment. His eyes fell on the beautiful lotus flower on her neck. His thin lips moved, but
I was speechless.
From the woman's reaction, he thought that his end had finally come!
"Should I call you Feng Qingyang, or should I call you Lord Demon Lord?"
Chen Xi moved his lips slightly, his nose felt sore and his eyes felt astringent.
She has always considered herself to be a strong woman, and she has always believed that after the lessons Li Qingfeng taught her, she would never be the stupid little woman who allowed others to deceive her again!
She thought that she had grown up long ago and had already mastered the unparalleled skills of being able to hold things up and put them down.
However, it was at this moment that she realized that everything she thought she had was just self-deception.
How much she wanted to tell herself that the charming and charming man in front of her was just the Demon Lord and had nothing to do with her. However, how to explain the nine-turn psychic ring and how to ignore the familiar eyes?
She also wanted to tell herself that she was just deceived by an evil man again, and it was no big deal, but...
Tears finally slipped from the corners of her eyes. The crystal teardrops carried her full disappointment for a man named Feng Qingyang, and rolled to the ground drop by drop.
In those teardrops, flashed the scenes of the two of them getting along, whether they were warm, humorous, playful, happy, or evil... now, they were all filled with ridicule.
Opposite him, Feng Qingyang's eyebrows were deeply knitted, and the woman's tears burned his heart.
"Xi'er, I..."
The words of explanation were stopped by a pale little hand.
Chen Xi raised his watery eyes and stared intently at the pair of familiar yet unfamiliar purple eyes in front of him.
This stunning face, which had appeared countless times in her nightmares, now became full of irony in her eyes.
How ridiculous!
Thousands of years ago, he completely destroyed her longing for happiness on a whim.
Thousands of years later, he selfishly became her pillow again, pretending to be stupid and cute, and once again fooled her around with his innocent yet seemingly affectionate eyes.
How stupid she is!
The person next to her pillow was her eternal enemy, a murderous demon, but she naively thought that he was a great man who needed help and cherishment!