"You are unexpectedly self-sacrificing yourself, this is not like your style." Sifeng Beiling glanced at the wall intentionally or unintentionally, and raised the corners of his lips slightly.

Xing Lian did not see his subtle movements, and looked out the window with a little confused look. "Yes..." She gently tapped the windowsill twice with her fingertips. She sighed, "I also thought that the only person I love the most, but my body was uncontrollably to do this. Then... wouldn't it be willful if it could only be done with it."

Sifeng Beiling looked at her side, and unconsciously raised his hand to stroke his chest.

"You really like him..." I like him so much that I can even give up being with him.

It was not until now that he really saw that there was no one's intervention between these two people anymore. He could not, nor could Wuji.

The wide open window was right in front of him, and he still felt the air was suffocating. He stood up straight and walked slowly towards the door, "You can do whatever you want. It's too late, go to bed early."

He opened the door of the house, paused for a moment, and said, "You want to take on these things by yourself, but you can't help but underestimate my ninth brother. Do you really think he will be kept in the dark and don't know?"

"So what if I know?" Xing Lian shrugged, "Anyway, things have reached this point, and I have fulfilled Wuji's wish. It is probably impossible for him to do it."

Who would have another woman who had married? She just imagined it so beautifully, but according to the current reality... the hurtful words she said to him were profitable without being slashed to death with one palm.

"not necessarily."

Thinking of this in my heart, Sifeng Beiling also murmured softly. Sifeng Beiling opened the door, turned his head to look at the closed door next door, and strode out.

...

Si Feng Jingyan withdrew his spiritual consciousness, slowly opened his ink-colored pupils, and his hand, which was steadily placed on his knee, moved gently, as if he wanted to stand up, but he gave up this idea.

"Yan, she is awake." The fiery red phantom rose and fell in front of her, and Zhang Kuang's evil face rarely showed her usual light expression.

"I heard it." Si Fengjing Yan bent his fingers and poured a cup of tea. There was a bright red wedding dress on the side. At first glance, it was exactly the same as Si Feng Beiling's groom's costume.

"Wuji has done too much this time. What are you going to do with it?"

"I remember I warned her." The water in the water cup had already cooled down, and a faint tea fragrance spread into his mouth, and then it slid into his throat, a hint of coolness. He raised his eyes, with sharp and deep eyes, "In this world, I don't allow anyone to plot against Qiao Xinglian."

After meeting Qiao Xinglian in the palace that day, he sent Jiebo to carefully check it, but unexpectedly, the last meeting with Qiao Xinglian was Wuji.

After several investigations and temptations, he finally confirmed that Wuji was the culprit of the mutation of this incident.

The dark purple bruise on the center of Jing Yue’s wrist was not accidental, but a secret poison made by Wuji.

In Cangming Continent, all the alchemists who can be called famous have several secret poison making techniques. He has never seen this poison before. Obviously, the woman was cruel.

Afterwards, although Wuji had never met Qiao Xinglian, he kept secretly inquiring about her situation. Therefore, he also suppressed his movements and had not looked for her for the next few days.
Chapter completed!