Questioning 7

Without waiting for Ye Feng's reply, Nan Yuechen looked at Wushuang coldly, waved her sleeves, and left.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't ask anything about the course of the matter, he didn't see that there was a trace of mercy in the past, and only a single sentence confirmed the life and death of the two!

Self-abolition of martial arts, life and death depend on you!

In other words ... did he and Wushuang both give up?

Ye Feng heard the unexpected words, and a wave of waves rose in his heart, a bitter taste spread throughout his body, his head hung down, and finally he did not ask for mercy.

Her life was originally given by the master, so why don't you give it back to him now?

"Sir ..." When Nan Yuechen stepped out of the threshold, Wushuang's faint, faint murmur rang out.

Speaking in a low voice, as in endless conversation, people can't help but feel soft.

Really.

I saw that Nan Yuechen's footsteps stopped a bit, and on the beautiful face that the night wind couldn't see, those eyes were bottomless and cold as ice that never melted forever.

After another moment, he left without even turning his head.

Such a graceful, straight and slender back, without a trace of nostalgia, made Ye Feng's eyes with a trace of expectation finally turn off.

However, Nan Yuechen did not know.

It was because of his cold blood and cruelty that he missed the opportunity and did not listen to Wushuang's next dream.

Due to Wushuang's accident, he nearly killed the person that mattered most to him, causing him to live with the beauty of blood: no more fate!

Just as Nan Yuechen's figure completely disappeared into the courtyard, Wushuang's fingers suddenly moved, he frowned and vaguely muttered his mouth:

"Master ... it's not like that, it's not ... like that ... I, I just want to keep the portrait ... I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it ... I never thought of ruining that portrait."

"Not really ... no, no ... don't abandon me ... I know I was wrong ..."

Nothing for her ...

She just wanted to save the portrait at the time. She really she didn't think it would be ruined ... It wasn't her fault, she really she didn't think it would become like this ...

She was too afraid of losing ... the warmth that she finally got, she was afraid that this woman would take her away.

Wushuang, who was seriously ill, clenched the quilt tightly with one hand, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, as if he suffered great despair and pain, and every word was devastating.

Ye Feng was relieved from the fear of death, she only vaguely heard the meaning of 'evil ... portrait ... abandonment'.

portrait?

What portrait?

And she seems to have heard the abandonment ... did Wushuang feel that her master ... had abandoned her when she fainted?

Ye Feng smiled bitterly, staring at the figure on the bed, his fingers clenched and his dark eyes filled with hatred for Jiuyin.

Wushuang wanted to stab her because Jiuyin killed Nan Yue Chen, and Ye Feng would never know ... At that time, the one who wanted to kill Nan Yue Chen ... was the loyal one. Free to do it!

He was the one who was willing to die for Nan Yuechen in memory of her!

After Nan Yuechen left the room, she unconsciously walked towards the dining room, the sturdy and slender figure, with a gesture of grace and beauty!

"The dining room? My king ... why here?"

It wasn't until when he was standing not far from the dining room and looking at the rising plate that Nan Yuechen came to his senses. He didn't even know when he came to this place?

Could it be that he really got some magic tricks to fail?

otherwise....

Why did you hear that Wushuang wanted to kill her? The first thought in my mind was not that she wanted to attack herself, but that Wushuang wanted to eliminate the threat to her.